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LAST ORGY OF THE DIVINE HERMIT by Mark Leyner

LAST ORGY OF THE DIVINE HERMIT

by Mark Leyner

Pub Date: Jan. 19th, 2021
ISBN: 978-0-316-56050-4
Publisher: Little, Brown

Experimental storytelling keeps Leyner's latest novel whirling around.

Narrative form is an ever malleable plaything in Leyner’s ostentatiously acrobatic new novel. In the simplest possible terms, it’s about a decrepit old anthropologist and his daughter at work on a book about the Chalazian Mafia Faction. Much of the novel is written in the form of a play, in which a patient narrates the action from the words that appear on her optometrist’s eye chart. And so on. Bring a dictionary: The author delights in layering slabs of vocab onto the page (“In another version, the Father and Daughter (named Caesar and Little Madonna) are extinct, rodent-like mammals called multituberculates who’ve been kept in a cryostat for several years”). Folding in on itself in dizzying postmodern loops, setting up motifs and tweaking them in a jazzy frenzy, this is a book written by someone who knows how smart he is. It isn’t so much an invitation as a challenge—if you finish this novel and like it, you must be a being of superior ambition and intelligence. Either that or you have a very high stake in your own literary endurance. Leyner delights in unusual, world-in-a-grain-of-sand narrative delivery; the action in his 2016 novel/memoir/all of the above, Gone With the Mind, takes place in a food court, where the character Mark Leyner holds forth and tells the story to his mom. On the one hand it’s exciting when a book blows narrative convention to smithereens. That said, you don’t read Leyner’s latest so much as you work at it, one allusion-packed page at a time. There’s no distinction between high and low culture here. One moment Leyner quotes a long passage from dance critic Jennifer Homans; a while later comes a riff on “Ryan Murphy’s limited series about a nasal, anorexic, handcuffed Momofuku Noodle Bar dishwasher’s festering toupee fetish.” Because, why not? This is ultimately the book’s saving grace: It is frequently, shamelessly funny enough to make the toil worthwhile.

Bring your vocabulary chops with you; you'll be needing them.