In 2007, National Book Award Nominee Alexander Theroux (Three Wogs,
Darconville’s Cat, and An Adultery), returned to the world of letters with his
first novel in 20 years: Laura Warholic or, The Sexual Intellectual. It was hailed by
The Believer, Book Forum, Booklist, The Washington Post and others as one of the
literary events of the year. And now, this massive tome is available in softcover.
Eugene Eyestones, an erudite sex columnist for a Boston cultural magazine,
becomes enmeshed in the messy life of a would-be artist named Laura Warholic, who, repulsing and fascinating him at the same time, becomes a mirror
in which he not only sees himself but through which he is forced to face his
own demons. Not only does she inadvertently supply him with material for
his columns; she exemplifies all that Eugene considers wrong with contemporary America (of which the publishing profession and its recognizable denizens
serves as a microcosm) — a garish and dunce-filled Babylon that Theroux scorches with inventive and relentless satire.
As in all of Theroux’s works, his maximalist and pyrotechnic prose style and searching intellect are the chief attractions,
capable of outrageous comedy, nuanced philosophical discussions, winsome love scenes, flame-throwing tirades, subtle
theological musings, and an unflinching genius for a profound if merciless look at the human condition. Horrifying and
hilarious, damning and demanding, Laura Warholic in its uncompromising power is one of the great novels of this still
young century.
24-page excerpt (download PDF):
"[Laura Warholic] is brilliantly written." – Norman Mailer
"Eugene Eyestones, Quink magazine's lonelyhearts, is a closet lover, and like Fibber McGee, he opens the closet at great peril. Lacking courage to approach the dazzling Rapunzel Wisht (he 'was so bewitched by her that he almost could not count his hands'), he becomes a companion
and confident to the repellently needy Laura Warholic. Fleeing Boston,
they motor deeper into the circles of American distraction than any
couple since Humbert and Lolita. Alexander Theroux's first novel in 20
years is as smart, funny, outlandish, angry, and moving as we expect,
and more accessibly riveting than we dreamed. The breadth of cultural
references, high and low, is matched by the miraculous pageant of
linguistic precision. Yet for all its virtuoso delirium, Laura Warholic is foremost a meditation on the unrequited ache of love. Barbara Cartland, eat your heart out." – Gary Giddins
"Not since William Gaddis's The Recognitions has a novel addressed the fallen present with such anger, love, and eloquence. Theroux writes with a vehemence that grows out of affection, an assertion of value phrased as an attack." – Paul Maliszewski, BookForum
"[Laura Warholic is] a work that screams 'literary event.' Theroux takes up a signature theme, thwarted love. Undeniably funny and compelling, linguistically and intellectually dazzling, as well as offensive and outrageously prolix, Theroux's spiky catchall satire of the myriad ills of contemporary culture and the divide between idealized love and unbridled lust grinds and thrashes its way to an obliterating conclusion." – Booklist
"Mad, erudite, word-drunk, Rabelaisian, Joycean, Sternean." – Anthony Burgess
"It is hard to imagine finding all these sentences in any other mind." – Smithsonian Magazine
"Theroux writes 'maximalist' fiction, which prizes wide learning, pique, and sheer hard work in his fiction, as opposed to the flat-chested minimalism of Bobbie Ann Mason and Raymond Carver." – James DeRossit
"I must confess at the outset that I love Alexander Theroux's work as I love no other." – Steven Moore
"A massive compendium of vituperation against contemporary society, jabs at pop culture, exposés of office politics, and exploration of life and love in modern times... a funny, sad and original satire of our funny, sad contemporary culture." – Rain Taxi
"Fiercely intelligent, frustrating, disturbing, wonderful, dawdling, horrible and ultimately didactic." – The Washington Post
"Ulysses, Midnight Cowboy and Lenny Bruce's comedy were all labeled obscene until enough time had passed that wider audiences began to see the works as brilliant. I wonder if the same will hold true of Alexander Theroux's new novel... A remarkable achievement, a bombastic, squirm-inducing and belief-rattling satire on political correctness shown through the lens of a sexless love story... bad company worth keeping." – The Believer
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