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Thanks for fargola us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson. An extraordinary debut novel of love that survives the fires of hell and transcends the boundaries of time. The narrator of The Gargoyle is a very contemporary cynic, physically beautiful and sexually adept, who dwells in the moral vacuum that is modern life.
As the davdison opens, he is driving along a dark road when he is distracted by what seems to be a flight of arrows.
He An extraordinary debut novel of love that survives the fires of hell and transcends the boundaries of time.
He crashes into a ravine and suffers horrible burns over much of his body. As he recovers in a burn ward, undergoing the tortures of the damned, he awaits the day when he can leave the hospital and commit carefully planned suicide—for he is now a monster in appearance as well as in soul.
A beautiful and compelling, but clearly unhinged, sculptress of gargoyles by the name of Marianne Engel appears at the foot of his bed and insists that they were once lovers in medieval Germany. In her telling, he was a badly injured mercenary and she was a nun and scribe in the famed monastery of Engelthal who nursed him back to health.
As she spins their tale in Scheherazade fashion and relates equally mesmerizing stories of deathless love in Japan, Iceland, Italy, and England, he finds himself drawn back to life—and, finally, in love. He is released into Marianne’s care and takes up residence in her huge stone house.
But all is not well. For one thing, the pull of his past sins becomes ever more powerful as the morphine he is prescribed becomes ever more addictive. For another, Marianne receives word from God that she has only twenty-seven sculptures left to complete—and her time lz earth will be finished. Davifson an international literary sensation, the Gargoyle is an Inferno for our time.
It will have you believing gragola the impossible. Hardcoverpages. Published August 5th by Doubleday first published Sunburst Award for Adult To see what your friends thought of this book, please xavidson up.
To ask other readers questions about The Gargoyleplease sign up. Did anyone find it strange to read about the couple living together in medieval Europe without being married and everyone treating them like nothing is wrong? Ewan Many many couples lived together without the benefit of clergy. Although a davidsoh ceremony was expected after a “handfasting” it was not always …more Many many couples lived together without the benefit of clergy. Although a church ceremony was expected after a “handfasting” it was not always conducted and the “handfasting” ceremony was considered as legally binding as a marriage.
Couples would often be married by itinerant friars or indeed men claiming to be such and this was held to be as valid as a church ceremony.
Consummation after handfasting was generally expected to be delayed until the church ceremony was held, but there was a deal of leniency in play.
This question contains spoilers… view spoiler [Marianne Engel woke up from the river to do her penance. After that, was she immortal in the same body, living until she gave away all her hearts?
Or did she die after regular lifespans and keep getting reborn? If she gatgola getting reincarnated, how could she keep those copies of Inferno across all those lifetimes and different bodies? How did she recognize the narrator as her soul mate in the hospital?
AnnaJo I’m guessing she was immortal as they mentioned she was and something years old. See all 9 questions about The Gargoyle…. Lists with This Book. Jul 30, Emily May rated it liked it Shelves: Very nearly 4 but the strong start peters out a little, with the second half of the book losing momentum I got to a point where I was reading just to finish.
The Gargoyle ‘s prose bursts onto the pages in gagrola blazing sea of fire. The book opens with detailed description of the accident that disfigures the unnamed narrator, with a beautiful, horrific break down of the accident itself, and the subsequent medical procedures he must undergo to recover.
A former porn star and now beyond recognition, the narrator takes us on a journey into his own past, into his future and recovery, and into medieval Germany. For at least half of the book, I was completely hooked.
Some parts of the story are slow, and yet the prose is dynamic and exciting enough to carry you through. It’s extremely gritty, and the protagonist is exactly the kind I like: His narrative charisma is so very compelling.
While recovering in the hospital, the narrator becomes addicted to morphine and even grgola addicted to misery, plotting his own suicide in graphic detail.
That is garglla until Marianne Engel appears in his room. Marianne is undoubtedly andrw, and he suspects that she is either suffering from manic depression or schizophrenia. Because the things she gadgola him cannot possibly be true. Among her tales of love stories, she also reveals that they have a “past”. Once upon a time in fourteenth-century Germany, they were lovers. Ludicrous as this obviously is, the protagonist is drawn into her tales, finding new reason to live from her companionship, whilst also being concerned for her mental health.
Both the present day recovery and the historical elements are fascinating. The writing lw lush and vivid, weaving a modern day tale of tragedy and romance with history and the suggestion of fantasy.
Unfortunately, the novel begins to slow down when we leave the hospital and the later chapters lacked some of the earlier magic. Despite this, I still have to recommend it. For me, it’s just a fine example of really great writing and genre crossovers being done well. It’s a love story that should suit romantics and non-romantics alike – with plenty of history, gore and social commentary, there’s something for almost everyone in here. View all 20 comments. Jun 20, Jason Pettus rated it it was ok.
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The Gargoyle by Andrew Davidson
It’s easy to take the low road whenever a subpar book with tremendous hype comes out, to comically trash that book not necessarily for its ludicrous elements but rather that a group of corporate executives decided qndrew spend millions on it anyway. But what if that author happens to be on your friend lis Reprinted from the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography [cclapcenter. But what if that author happens to be on your friend list at a gagrola social network for book nerds, so is guaranteed to eventually see your review?
And what if he was actually the one to invite you to be friends? And what if it was months and months before his own book ever took off?
And what if he turns out to be a really nice guy, and an active member of the literary community, and goes out of his way to help out other authors and always spread the love? What if, say, you’re me, and you’re about to review Andrew Davidson’s The Gargoyleaka “The Little Book That Could,” that came out of obscurity earlier this year to become the most heavily hyped new novel of the entire fall season? Well, if you’re me, you take a deep breath, point your car squarely towards the low-road exit ramp, and declare: This book was freaking terrible, and every executive at Doubleday responsible for overhyping it should be ashamed of themselves.
In fact, now that I’m finished with it, I’m starting to wonder if “Andrew Davidson” is even a real person at all; if we haven’t perhaps all been duped by the greatest literary hoax in history, and that the most hyped adult book of turns out to have been written by a year-old girl who’s read Twilight one too many times. And don’t get me wrong, that’s not bad if you’re a year-old girl, and I don’t begrudge year-old girls in any way at all for being fans of Twilight ; but when it’s a book written by a grown-up and meant for other grown-ups, marketed as a grown-up book within grown-up publications, to have it turn out to be a gooey, badly-written, chaste supernatural romantic thriller is a freaking crime, or at least should be.
I mean, how else to explain so many of the elements found in this book, things that had me instantly rolling my eyes in slacker disgust the moment I came across them, but that I could nonetheless see a whole gaggle of high-school girls wetting their panties over? Sheesh, where do you even start with this thing? Well, how about this, that it’s an intense love story where no one has sex; in fact, Davidson even drives this point home in about as obvious a manner as possible, by making our hero a victim of a fiery car crash whose d-ck has literally been burned off.
Or how about all the bizarre yet stereotypical details just arbitrarily thrown willy-nilly into these characters’ backgrounds, without any follow-through or realistic observations about such a detail, or any other evidence that the author in any way knows what the hell they’re talking about with that detail, and that they just threw it in because it “sounded cool?
And speaking of which, that’s yet another sign that this book was possibly written secretly by a year-old girl; because the middle-age woman serving as our romantic interest acts exactly like a year-old girl the entire time, is clearly meant by the author to be admired for it instead of mocked and scorned, and in fact has a lifestyle that would be the wet dream of any goth-wearing, Tori-Amos-obsessed suburban pubescent slam poet and underground comics artist.
She’s a quirky sculptress who makes a million dollars a year! She lives in an abandoned church and hangs out with rock stars! She eats instant coffee like candy, and sleeps nude on her stone slabs the night before she carves them! She has a special rapport with animals that no one else understands! And to top it all off, she believes herself to actually be years old, the burn victim actually her soul-sworn lover from nearly a millennium ago, who she’s been tracking throughout history while paying supernatural penance for a sin against him in her youth!
And that of course leads us neatly to the next major problem with this book; that much like fellow overhyped trainwreck The HistorianThe Gargoyle is sold as a contemporary supernatural story but is neither contemporary nor supernatural, the modern-day scenes existing only and solely as a framing device for this wacko love interest to tell these giant, rambling stories about their supposed original passionate romance back in the s, with Davidson going out of his way to show that she might just be mentally ill and making the entire thing up.
And in fact, exactly like The Historianlarge parts of the contemporary side of The Gargoyle can be skipped altogether without missing a single important plot development; just start paying attention again whenever you come across the phrase, “Should I tell you more of my story now? They move to the big city Cheese And Freaking Rice, Davidson, this is not what couples did in the s; couples in the s simply built their houses themselves, rutted around in their own filth after 17 hours a day of backbreaking labor, and desperately tried to squeeze out as many babies as possible before they all died of the g-dd-mn plague!
Okay, I think I’ve got my entire comical rant out of my system now, which means I can finally get to my most important point; that when all is said and done, in reality The Gargoyle is no worse than any other first novel by any other beginning novelist, the kind you can just picture coming out with little fanfare, gathering a modest amount of passionate genre fans, and sparking just exactly enough sales to guarantee that author’s next book contract, at which point they will undoubtedly be just a little better of a writer than they were before, then a little better again, then a little better again.
Ultimately I would’ve liked this book a lot more if it had arrived under those circumstances, and in fact I could’ve just as easily described this book today as a typical yet decent beach read with a few above-average elements.
No, when I go off on books like these — when most people go off on books like these — gargoa I’m really ranting about are the knuckleheads at Doubleday who thought that this middlebrow first novel should’ve been insanely hyped in the first place, who thought that tens of millions of dollars should’ve been spent on its promotion when there are clearly so many other better books out there that deserve that hype and money more.
It’s a naked sign of just how much contempt these publishing executives have for their audience, a very clear indication that they don’t think they should publish anything “too smart” or at least hype itbecause it’ll obviously go right over the heads of the ignorant cash-flush sheep they call their customers. It angers me when I see a publishing company treat me with this kind of naked contempt, and it makes me want to lash out at them.
It makes me want to write these kinds of devastatingly witty, borderline-cruel reviews, just as a way savidson shouting at these executives, “Stop sh-tting down my throat and calling it chocolate cake.