In the Shape of a Boar

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Lawrence Norfolk has been hailed in his native England as "just about ahead of everyone in his generation of novelists" (The Observer) and acclaimed as "Britain's brightest young writer" by The Guardian. His award-winning novels Lempriere's Dictionary and The Pope's Rhinoceros were best-sellers there, and have gone on to win acclaim throughout the world. Now he has written his most ambitious novel yet — a story that sweeps from prehistory to the present day in addressing the meeting point of truth and lies: In ...
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Overview

Lawrence Norfolk has been hailed in his native England as "just about ahead of everyone in his generation of novelists" (The Observer) and acclaimed as "Britain's brightest young writer" by The Guardian. His award-winning novels Lempriere's Dictionary and The Pope's Rhinoceros were best-sellers there, and have gone on to win acclaim throughout the world. Now he has written his most ambitious novel yet — a story that sweeps from prehistory to the present day in addressing the meeting point of truth and lies: In the Shape of a Boar. The story begins in the ancient Greece of myth, where King Meleager of Kalydon has assembled the sixty greatest hunters — and one huntress, Atalanta — to rid his realm of the supernatural boar sent by the vengeful goddess Artemis to lay waste to his lands. But as the hunters bear down upon their prey a darker tale unfolds, of treachery and destructive love. It is a tale that will reverberate in those same hills across the millennia in the final chaotic months of the Second World War, as a band of Greek partisans pursues an S.S. officer. Solomon Memel, a young Jewish Romanian refugee who was rescued by resistance fighters and subsequently joined them in their chase, will be inspired by the experience to write a poem, titled Die Keilerjagd, or The Boar Hunt, which mixes the elements of the mythical hunt with the historical pursuit of S.S. field commandant Heinrich Eberhardt. The partisans, from the charismatic leader Xanthos to the dangerous beauty Theyella, will themselves become part of modern mythos, as the poem becomes an international sensation. But the truth of what happened in the hills of Kalydon in 1945 is more complicated than itseems, and as the older Sol reunites with his childhood love, Ruth, in 1970s Paris to make a film version of the poem, the dark memories and horrors of those days emerge anew. Epic in scope and staggering in its mastery of language and character, In the Shape of a Boar is a tour de force.
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Publishers Weekly
In this novel, which begins in myth-shrouded ancient Greece and ends on a Paris film set, the boar of the title takes many shapes: first it is a savage animal, then an SS colonel during WWII, then the symbol of competitiveness between writers, then history itself. A complex vision binds the threads of the novel together and simultaneously defines each metaphorical strain. The book's first half takes place in ancient Greece, where a band of hunters chase after a mythical boar, their quest complicated by internal romantic and psychological struggles. Footnotes are sprinkled liberally throughout this section, detailing the location of relics or giving textual references, and occasionally tediously crowding out the actual text. The book then jumps to the contemporary story of poet Solomon Memel, a German Jew who was imprisoned in a Nazi labor camp during WWII, switching between tales of Solomon's life before the war, descriptions of his wartime torture and interrogation, vignettes from the his postwar literary career, and stories from the making of a film. The film's subject is the hunt for the boar described in the first section of the novel, which in turn is revealed to be Solomon's first published book, an allegory based on his wartime experiences. The footnotes in the first section, it turns out, are the responses of a fictional scholar to the work, designed to prove it historically inaccurate. Throughout, the book maintains a confidence and poetic cadence that pushes it forward, giving gravity to every event. Figures like Atalanta, a Greek huntress whose thirst for the Boar of Kalydon gives her unquestioned allure, or Solomon, perpetually persecuted and searching for a way to expresshimself, are timeless while also believably vulnerable. Norfolk's new work is a challenging and exhilarating read, matching his first two novels the critically acclaimed Lempri re's Dictionary and The Pope's Rhinoceros in intellectual reach, and surpassing them in storytelling passion and intensity. (Oct.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Declared Best Young British Novelist in 1993 and winner of the Somerset Maugham Prize for Lempriere's Dictionary, an international best seller, Norfolk would seem to have it made. His ambitious third novel ranges from ancient Greece, where mighty hunters track a wild boar, to a search by Greek partisans for an S.S. field commander, which has reverberations in 1970s Paris. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Acclaimed British author Norfolk follows his earlier critical successes Lempriere's Dictionary (1992) and The Pope's Rhinoceros (1996) with a complex symbolic novel whose several plots are set in classical Greece, Romania under Nazi occupation, and Paris in (it seems) the late 1960s. The brilliant 100-page opening section is a vividly detailed account of a hunt in which a party of 60 renowned heroes (including one woman warrior: Atalanta) pursues the otherworldly wild boar inflicted on the kingdom of Kalydon by the aggrieved and vengeful goddess Artemis. It's a fine piece of action writing, accompanied by numerous mock-scholarly footnotes throughout its first third-and also an absorbing analysis of the interrelations of Atalanta, her soulmate (and perhaps lover) Meleager (son of Kalydon's King Oeneus), and their companion and antagonist Meilanion, a solitary "nighthunter" implicitly likened to the "dark" supernatural force they have together pledged to destroy. These three characters are recapitulated in those (whom we meet in Paris) of Solomon Memel, a Romanian refugee who was rescued by Greek resistance fighters and who later authored a famous allegorical poem entitled "The Boar Hunt"; the woman (Ruth) who directs a film inspired by "Sol's" work; and Sol's old friend Jacob, whose own annotations to a new edition of "The Boar Hunt" suggest that Sol has fabricated his own sufferings and exaggerated both the heroism of a woman guerrilla, "Thyella" (another avatar of Atalanta), and the epical malevolence of a German intelligence officer named Eberhardt, who may have been nothing more than an entry-level bureaucrat. The novel isn't easy going, but Norfolk blends its disparate elementstogether with consummate skill, subtly dramatizing the intricacy and impenetrability of both legend and history (as Solomon puts it, "Our heroes never live the lives we require . . . . Their true acts take place in darkness and silence and their untellable stories rest with them in the cave"). One of the year's most imaginative and challenging novels.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780802139672
  • Publisher: Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
  • Publication date: 1/10/2003
  • Pages: 321
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.28 (h) x 0.88 (d)

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PART I


The Hunt for the
Boar of Kalydon


They come from the cities of Pherae and Phylace on the plain of Thessaly, from Iolcus on the Magnesian coast, Larissa and Titaeron on the banks of the Peneus. They quit Naryx and Trachis and march inland, westward, by way of the tusked peaks of Mount Oeta and the hot basins of Thermopylae. Rivers lead them out of Argolis, Emathia and Locris — the Asopus, the Axius, the Cephisus — and from Megara and Athens their routes lie across the isthmus of Corinth. They sail east from Ithaca and Dulichion; west from Aegina and Salamis.

    The heroes are the outposts of a shrinking country whose centre is the place of their assembly. They march towards its discovery, each step drawing the ring of the tinchel tighter about the ground where their tracks must meet. They are one another's quarry in a bloodless, preparatory hunt.

    Those descending the high ridges of Taygetus or Erymanthus join those marching west from Argos and Alea, north from Amyclae, Sparta, Gerenia or Pylos. From Taenarus, on the tip of the Peloponnese, the route must pass by way of Messenia; from Messenia, Arene; from Arene, Elis. Arcadia is a mountain fastness, cool and untouched. One walks out of the thick mists of Cimmeria; another makes the journey from Scythia. One takes a small boat down the Scamander to cross the Hellespont, sails south of the isles of Imbros and Samos, north of Lemnos. Mount Athos is a beacon on the triple isthmus of Paeonia. Soon the coast of Euboea, and a lucky tide oreasterly wind to take him down the strait until its brine runs sweet with water from the flood of the mountain-fed Spercheus. Its mouth will be his landfall, the first since Troy.

    The landscapes of their childhoods unfold green cloaks and disclose the men they have become: the horsemen and helmsmen and runners and cripples. The new terrain they tread narrows to the routes which will best bring all to the coincidence waiting in their futures. They are smooth-talkers and swindlers; thieves, the sons of thieves and their accomplices too. Their heavy booty drags along the ground behind them. They would abandon it if they could. They steal cattle and tame horses. They ride dolphins. They kill centaurs. They are murderers and their victims and their victims' avengers. They owe one another the blood in their veins; these convergent journeys represent flights from such debts and their collection. A rare respite lies ahead, in the task awaiting them, such as was found by some on the deck of the Argo, or in the dust of Iolcus, where they contested in honour of Pelias. His son is here. His son's killer is here too.

    They have murdered their brothers and been cleansed and betrayed. Their very beginnings have twinned them with the manner of their ends, which will come as thunderbolts out of the bright sky and burn their images into the ground. Their acts drag them fowards like beasts whose nature is to loathe one another: fierce lions and fiery-eyed boars yoked together in the traces, who tear up the ground and rake their drivers over the sharp stones. The necklaces of gold which they have looped about their wives' necks become nooses about their own, ploughing them face-first into the earth. They watch their images decay. They feel their skins puncture and split. They bristle with their own broken bones. Their memories are the memories of old men who have seen enough of death, those who watch from the walls, who have ransomed their lives and do not care to survive their sons.

    But they are sons themselves and they remember fathers other than the ones they are determined to become. Leaping out into free air to land on the far side of the culvert, one looks up to find a sunburnt arm, knuckles bunched about a chipped scythe. Another watches the grizzled paternal head turn from the sacrifice, his fire-reddened face contorted, hand poised and twitching. A third stares into an open mouth spilling a red mash of tendons, gristle and soft bones. A wolf's eyes look back from behind his guiltless gaze. Their fathers are mortals with the appetites of gods, or gods with the appetites of men.

    And yet here, in the gathering coincidence of the heroes' assembly, and now, between their inevitable beginnings and ends, they may step from the tracks holding them to these destined paths. They may struggle out of the deepening furrows marked and dug by their own footprints, which would bury them deep within the earth. They may find the kernel within themselves which cannot be destroyed. Their straggling journeys draw them ever closer, their lines trace a new, earth-bound constellation. A tendrilled creature creates itself over the terrain's rough fibre; its inky body will mark their meeting. They are each other's destinations.

    The country which yet divides them is a place of accidental transformations. Its hinterland has been foreshadowed, its instabilities prefigured. Here, brothers turn into uncles, women may become men and men form themselves in the harsh races of rivers, wade out and stand dripping on the banks, a minute old but full-grown. The terrain narrows with every step. Its coordinates are their untrammelled bodies and what they do. Those who die here can do so only by fluke or carelessness. But the sons of Aeacus must survive to become the fathers of Achilles and Teucer, just as the son of Acrisius must once again be the father of sly Odysseus. The ground will close and inseparable allies will find themselves divided between the land of the living and the land of the dead. They have heard their futures in the songs of halcyons and crows; they sounded like commands.

    Their country is a spattering of enclaves now: themselves. Their bodies are kingdoms which ally themselves with their neighbours and rivals. Some merged long ago, spooned like twins in the womb, smooth-surfaced and shelled like an egg. The War-god bellows but his son has fled. The Argo sails away from the kingdom and kingship she was built to reclaim. Her captain never returns.

    They are the actors of feats they have compelled themselves to perform and others yet awaiting them. Their footfalls shake oak trees to their roots and set off landslides and small thunder-storms. Cattle flee and sheep miscarry. They collapse limestone caverns bunkered deep beneath the earth, or glide over fields of heliotrope without bending a stalk. They wear the armour of their pasts and futures.

    Look: the highlands of Taygetus and Erymanthus are deserted, the plains of Elis and Thessaly silent. They have moved on, leaving behind a seismic quiet. The armature of what they mean cases them in its brittle glaze; these are lives which can only be enacted. It will be a weary meeting when they at last look across the gulf and know they may shuck off these encrusted skins.

    Almost there.

    They are the generation of Heracles: only they would gather in this manner, in the luxury of this long moment. Their sons will destroy one another at Troy. They know this and know that their tale will be twisted there, betrayed by one of their own and recast as policy. The sadness they will forget here is that the armour they shed must encase them again, that their names must swag themselves in epithets, that the sentences they carry will still be here on their return, patient as ferrymen and reproachful as widows. The boats will be waiting and the earth heaped.

    The presences of some will leave no deeper imprint than a stylus in wet clay as it lifts and strands them, frozen in strange attitudes in the following silence. For some there will be only that. For others, the scratch of the quill over the papyrus's surface decrees contradictory lineages and mad progresses which will send them sailing between Argos and Colchis, drive them from the well polluted by the body of Chrysippus, or tumble them into the labyrinth which will be built by their sons. They glare in the lights from different altars and their shadows battle among themselves. But those dark spartoi are not themselves; they are competing plausibilities.

    Such are the futures which tug at them, from whose grasp they have slipped to make this journey and to whose insistence they now deafen themselves with the noise of their own common purpose. As they near the gathering place they shout out their names to those arrived, to be known among them.

    ...Euthymachos, Leucippus, Ancaeus, Echion, Thersites, Antimachos, Panopeus, Iphiclus, Aphares, Evippus, Plexippus, Eurypylus, Prothous, Cometes, Prokaon, Klytius, Hippothous, Iolaos, Theseus...

    They are heard here, this once and never again. Those who survive will remember this clamour as the true beginning of the hunt. Shout follows shout until together their names raise an edifice of air in which all find shelter from the futures racing towards them, be it exile to the islands in plain view before them, or to fall in the hills rising across the water, to flee Trachis and be taken at Oechalia, to know that their prime has passed.

    ...Pirithous, Enaesimus, Hippothous, Alcon, Scaeus, Dorycleus, Eutiches, Bucolus, Lycaethus, Tebrus, Eurytus, Hippocorystes, Eumedes, Alcinus, Dorceus, Sebrus, Enarophorus, Iphikles, Acastus, Peleus, Lynceus, Idas, Admetos, Amphiaraus, Podargos, Toxeus, IschepoIis, Harpaleas, Castor, Pollux...

    The discus has been launched, thrown so high it will take decades to descend. Beautiful Hyacinthos turns to his brother, as though about to speak. The heroes shout and each shout is taken up by those gathered here until their names thunder about them.

    ...Caeneus, Cepheus, Pelagon, Telamon, Laertes, Mopsos, Eurytion, Cteatus, Dryas, Jason, Phoenix, Pausileon, Thorax, Antandros, Aristandros, Simon, Kimon, Eupalamus, Lelex, Hyleus, Phyleus, Agelaus, Hippasos, Nestor, Kynortes, Meilanion...

    The last of these shouts loud for the last of all, who is his cousin and the lone huntress admitted among their number.

    ... Atalanta.


Excerpted from In the Shape of a Boar by Lawrence Norfolk. Copyright © 2000 by Lawrence Norfolk. Excerpted by permission.
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Table of Contents

PART I
The Hunt for the Boar of Kalydon 1
PART II
Paris 109
PART III
Agrapha 307
Abbreviations 313
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