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ISBN:
0805019855
ISBN13:
978-0805019858
Author:
Robert Olen Butler
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Henry Holt & Co; 1st edition (January 1, 1994)
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333 pages
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Robert Olen Butler (born January 20, 1945) is an American fiction writer. His short-story collection A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for fiction in 1993.

Robert Olen Butler (born January 20, 1945) is an American fiction writer. Butler was born in Granite City, Illinois, to Robert Olen Butler S. an actor and theater professor who became the chairman of the theater department of Saint Louis University, and his wife, the former Lucille Frances Hall, an executive secretary.

Robert Olen Butler is a novelist, screenwriter, educator, and short-story writer who grew up in Granite City, Illinois. Butler also won the Richard and Hinda Rosenthal Foundation Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. Butler served in Vietnam. Following the Vietnam War, Butler began writing. A collection of his stories, A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain, won the 1993 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.

This may be the sexiest book you've ever read. It is also, at turns, among the funniest and the most harrowing and the most moving and the most lyrically beautiful of books. And it is also a book of uncompromising artistic integrity. They Whisper is an astonishingly rare thing in this sex-conscious age: a serious-work of literary art that directly and unflinchingly addresses the subject of modern heterosexuality

Robert Olen Butler (Author).

Robert Olen Butler (Author). THEY WHISPER is the first person narrative of Ira Holloway, an erogenous and sensitive man who loves women, who finds rapturous beauty in the crinkle of an instep as easily as in "her henna nipples" (pg. 300) or the "soft sargasso struck with this same sunlight there between her legs" (pg 308). Ira is so sensitive and responsive that he hears the ethereal whispers of a woman's thoughts.

Robert Olen Butler has published twelve novels-The Alleys of Eden, Sun Dogs, Countrymen of Bones, On Distant Ground, Wabash, The Deuce, They Whisper, The Deep Green Sea, Mr. Spaceman, Fair Warning, Hell and (forthcoming this August) A Small Hotel-and six volumes of short fiction-Tabloid Dreams, Had a Good Time, Severance, Intercourse, Weegee Stories, and A Good Scent from a Strange. Mountain, which won the 1993 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.

In a deceptively understated manner, Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist Robert Olen Butler introduces us to a pair of improbable modern lovers.

An American spy in Paris solves a legendary mystery as the Pulitzer Prize–winning author's "thrilling historical series" continues (The Wall Street Journal). Former Chicago journalist turned globe-trotting spy Christopher Marlowe Cobb has already lived many lives-from London to Mexico to Berlin-when he returns to France in 1922. In a deceptively understated manner, Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist Robert Olen Butler introduces us to a pair of improbable modern lovers. plants the seeds of a tragedy that will haunt his readers long after they finish this lyrical love story.

Robert Olen Butler, who won the Pulitzer Prize for his book A Good Scent . After 20 years, "They Whisper" by Robert Olen Butler, is still tickling my brain.

Robert Olen Butler, who won the Pulitzer Prize for his book A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain, takes us on alyrical journey into one man's erotic consciousness-a trip I'm happy to take over and over over again. When I feel a little too savage in my own mind, a little too brutal, I read it to restore a little tenderness in my own soul. An elegiac novel about the women the first-person narrator has loved, from a woman wordlessly passed on a train to his wife. Butler makes this fresh idea work most of the time, and the great range of the relationships (many of them in Vietnam during wartime) helps.

The Deep Green Sea. Mr. Spaceman.

He is the sexiest living prose stylist, a master of first-person narrative who has a bold talent for getting into the heads of women, as he does in this novel. Butler is a serious literary fictioneer. Donald Harington, Arkansas Democrat-Gazette. Smart variations on the life of a single woman in New Yor. ulitzer Prize–winning Butler has created one of the more fascinating female protagonists in recent history. The Deep Green Sea.

Город: FloridaПодписчиков: 2 ты. себе: Just finished a new novel: Perfume River. About my Vietnam generation as we grow old. From Grove, Fall 2016.

Recalling all the women he has ever loved, public relations man Ira Holloway explores his sexuality and the profound hold it has on him. By the author of A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain. 75,000 first printing.
Reviews:
  • Qumen
This review is for the Penguin Books paperback edition published in 1995.

This is an incredible story. In 1994, it was on USA Today's bestseller list for three weeks, peaking at 105. Perhaps the puritanical hangover that plagues the righteous majority impeded its ascendancy, or maybe too many browsers, thumbing a fast flip two or three times noticed very little white, too many pages square with solid blocks of type, some all italics, some sentences so long nary a period for a page or two, and no chapters either, no place to stop and go pee, decided they'd rather not and tucked the book back on the shelf. Indeed, it took me about forty pages to get comfortable with the writing style.

THEY WHISPER is the first person narrative of Ira Holloway, an erogenous and sensitive man who loves women, who finds rapturous beauty in the crinkle of an instep as easily as in "her henna nipples" (pg. 300) or the "soft sargasso struck with this same sunlight there between her legs" (pg 308). Ira is so sensitive and responsive that he hears the ethereal whispers of a woman's thoughts. Mr. Butler does not push this phenomenon on the reader, he just lets it happen, and we accept it as a necessary device for Ira to adopt an omnipresent point of view in order to tell his story. The whispering, along with the long runs of indirect and interior dialogue, interior monologue and stream of consciousness without chapters, at times feels like automatic writing but it eventually captivates. Around page 149 the story was dragging, but recovered enough until page 192 when I wanted to quit, and then on page 193 I sensed the shadow of tragedy and kept on going. I'm glad I did.

Ira and his whispering women touch first on a nebulous relationship between sexuality and death, sexuality and fear, and then delve into sexuality and jealousy and particularly sexuality and religion. For his incredible sentience, Ira seems a larger than life character. He loves women and respects them; he perceives them precisely and is therefore able to respond in word or deed without risk of presumption or failure. If we were all like Ira and his whispering women, we truly would be making love instead of war.

A few caveats. The timeline is tough. Mr. Butler swirls his tale around in a 25-year period from 1955 when Ira is ten to 1980 when he is 35. You have to keep in mind that the "present" is supposedly 1980. Then, on page 223, Ira says, "Now in my thirty-sixth year." There are 37 proper names in THEY WHISPER, and some of these are caught in the swirl of events, popping in and out of Ira's head. Some names you might forget, and the pages on which they first appear, are Karen Granger (1), Sam or Samantha (60) Amanda (96) Tran Thi Hoa (111), and Rebecca Mueller (117).
  • Kekinos
Considering the perspective Butler had of post Tet '68 Vietnam as a fluent speaker of Vietnamese, the experiences he describes are remarkably trite. It reads like the sordid memories of an old man recalling his most disreputable past, in the hopes that it will be commercially viable. The book was copyrighted in 1994, when he was about 59 years old. He's clearly remembering his conquests over teenage prostitutes through the haze of age. I was there a couple of years later than Butler, and I can attest that it was possible for American men to have perfectly normal relationships with Vietnamese women. I also have crystal clear memories of Vietnam's insect life, of the culinary techniques of the old women, of the vibrancy of the open air market. What we get in "They Whisper" is a world you used to be able to buy into for about $1 an hour, and $3 per day.

Butler's inability to have a normal relationship with a Vietnamese woman foreshadows his dysfunctional relationship with his stateside sweetheart, Fiona Price. But don't believe me; here's Butler: "Not that I had much early experience with them [throughout the book "them" is "women I've loved"], not directly. But I had always dreamed tumescent dreams about them, found myself inside them in my mind over and over, and the dreams always carried voices, I could give the girls voices that spoke clearly to me, and I think that was how I first came to understand something about the love of a woman."

The first thing you'll recognize about the above quote is that it isn't remotely deathless prose. The second is that the product of his dreams is a reality he constructs for himself. These two features of Butler's writing are held more or less consistent throughout the book.

Oh. "Tumescent" means "a swollen part." Remember when you used to get stimulated reading the dictionary definitions of rude words? Butler's still there.
  • Malara
I found a lot of the imagery to be really detailed and cool, but pretty much all of the characters were vile enough to actually impede my ability to enjoy the book, and the following tended to make me feel very uncomfortable and creeped out:
-virtually everything the narrator thought
-virtually everything the narrator's wife said
-virtually everything the narrator believed his wife was thinking
  • Inabel
I could not get past even the early portion of this eerie, pseudo-erotic, memoir-like narrative from a Pulitzer winner. There seemed, to me, a distinct lack of recognition of beauty in intimacy in the author's writing; it seemed replaced instead with grotesque imagination and erotic, fetish-like fantasies of a disturbed mind. After much struggle, I handed it over to the charity used-books store attached to a local library, cautioning its storekeepers on the book's contents.