Centuries of June: A Novel

Centuries of June: A Novel

by Keith Donohue

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ISBN-13: 9780307450296
Publisher: Crown/Archetype
Publication date: 11/20/2012
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 1,175,321
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Keith Donohue is the author of the acclaimed novels The Stolen Child and Angels of Destruction. For several years he was a speechwriter at the National Endowment for the Arts in Washington, D.C., and he now works at another federal agency. He lives with his family in Wheaton, Maryland.


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We all fall down. Perhaps it is a case of bad karma or simply a matter of being more prone to life’s little accidents, but I hit my head and fell hard this time around. Facedown on the bathroom floor, I watched my blood escape from me, spreading across the cool ceramic tiles like an oil slick, too bright and theatrical to be real. A scarlet river seeped into the grout, which will be murder to clean. The flow hit the edge of the bathtub and pooled like water behind a dam. I blinked, and in that instant, the blood became a secondary concern to the hole in the back of my head, not so much the fact of the wound, but the persistent sharpness of pain around the edges. Yet even the knot of it weighs lightly against the mysterious cause of my immediate predicament. I have an overpowering urge to reach back and stick my fingers over the wound to investigate the aperture and determine the radius of my consternation, but despite the willful signals of my brain, my arms will not obey, and I cannot alter a single aspect of my situation.

Which is: I have landed in an awkward position. My left arm pinned beneath me, my right extending straight out as if to catch something or break my fall. My legs and lower half stretched out in the dark and silent hall, and on the threshold, bisecting me neatly, would be my belt, if I were wearing any clothes. But I am, regretfully and completely, naked, and the jamb presses uncomfortably into my abdomen and hips. I have a hole in the back of my head and cannot move, although the pain is becoming a distant memory.

Just a second ago, I turned on the light, having awakened in the middle of the night to relieve my bladder, and something struck me down. A conk on the skull and my body pitched to the floor like dead weight. My left shoulder is beginning to throb, so perhaps it struck the edge of the commode as I fell. The bathroom fan hums a monotonous tune, and harsh light pours down from the ceiling fixture. Through the open window, the warm late-night air stirs the curtain from time to time.

Falling seems to have happened in another lifetime. Even as I tumbled, stupefaction began to gnaw at me and consume all. In that nanosecond between the blow and timber, my mind began to hone in on the who and the why. When the hardness struck bone, just at the base of my skull, an inch above my neck, when I began to lose balance and propel headfirst to the fl oor, my vision instantly sharpened as never before. All the objects in the room lost dimension, clarified, flattened as if outlined in sharp bold black, a cartoon of space. I saw, for the very first time, the cunning design of the sink, the way the dish and the soap were made for each other. The nickel handles curved for the hand, the faucet preened like a swan. A hairbrush, its teeth clogged with the tangles of many crowns, lay pointed in the wrong direction; that is, the handle was on the inside of the counter rather than the more conventional placement at the outer edge. A fine coating of mineral deposit from a thousand showers clung to the folds of the partially opened curtain, and one of the aquamarine rings had lost its grip on the deep blue plastic fabric, forlorn and forgotten on the rod. The floor sped to meet my face. Not just the pleasing geometry of tiles, but all the detritus of the human body, the hair and scruff and leavings, and as I fell, I thought a good scrubbing was definitely overdue.

Bathrooms are the most dangerous place in a house. With daily weather conditions approaching levels found in the Amazon, germs and other microbes flourish, and bacteria reproduce in unrelenting blooms across every moist surface. One could easily perish here. Seventy percent of all house hold accidents occur in this room and, in addition to hitting one’s head, include scalding, fainting from an excess of heat and humidity, poisoning, and electrocution. Because we spend so much leisure and indulge in self-pampering—long soaks in warm baths, ablutions, digestive relief, perfuming our hair and bodies, scraping away unwanted hairs, polishing our teeth, trimming our nails, reading the funny pages—the bathroom seems as warm and wet as mother’s womb, yet it is a death trap all the same.






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Centuries of June 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
fyrefly98 on LibraryThing 28 days ago
Summary: Centuries of June opens with our narrator, in the wee hours of a June night, falling to bathroom floor with a massive blow to the head. His attempts to figure out what have happened, however, keep getting waylaid by a series of visits from each of eight women that were laying in bed down the hall. Each woman seems initially bent on killing him, and each has their story to tell, starting with the Native American woman who married a bear, and moving through time and space and American folklore.Review: Keith Donohue is an interesting writer. I don't say that because I always love his books. Neither The Stolen Child nor Angels of Destruction wound up on my shelf of all-time favorites, and Centuries of June isn't going to, either. But even so, Keith Donohue's books are always fascinating, always have something to say, and always are the sort that I'll find myself still thinking about months after I've turned the last page.Centuries of June is no exception. I generally like the stories-within-a-story set-up, and each woman's story was completely fascinating, memorable, and true to its unique voice. (It was very similar in structure - although not at all in tone - to Andrew Davidson's The Gargoyle.) I had more of a problem with the interstitial segments. It was clear that the story had something to say, but I wasn't always entirely clear on what that was, and I found the narrator's story much less accessible than the women's parts. I'm not a big one for existentialism; I made it through Waiting for Godot (which actually figures heavily in Centuries of June) just fine back in high school, but I haven't had overwhelming luck with modern novels that rely heavily on self-aware, self-reflective existential quirkiness, no matter how well they're written. (See: The Ghost in Love, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe.) Centuries of June had an interesting idea, and was well-written, but the tone of its overarching story was just not my cup of tea. So, while I wound up feeling disconnected from the main character's story, I really enjoyed the individual short stories it contained, which left the book as a whole with a slight off-kilter feeling... but at least off-kilter in an interesting and thought-provoking kind of way. 3.5 out of 5 stars.Recommendation: Although it's not my favorite of Donohue's books, I think Centuries of June would be worth reading for anyone who enjoys the story-within-a-story format, especially if they like their fiction literary, abstract, and a touch bizarre.
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1000-Plus-Books-to-Read More than 1 year ago
My Blurb: Jack awakens in the middle of the night to find himself face down on the bathroom floor with a hole in his head and he is not alone. One by one guests appear with weapons that might be the cause of the hole in Jacks head and one by one they share their tragic life stories faulting Jack as the one for their misfortune. Is this all a dream or reality? Lets Talk About It: What a fantastic read! This book was much like a who done it murder mystery dinner served up in the format of a book. What a creative way to tell a story. Each chapter provides a glimpse into the lives of the strangers who have entered Jack's bathroom. It's a very unique way to have told Jack and the ladies stories and it kept me intrigued enough to read it whenever, where ever I had the opportunity to do. And I didn't see the ending coming like I can in most books. I had no clue where the story was going to end up or how it was going to play out. If you are looking for a book that is well written with a great story to keep you entertained pick this one up! Melissa Reviewer for 1000 + Books to Read
Gladys35 More than 1 year ago
A couple of weeks ago I was contacted by Crown Publishers to review Centuries of June by Keith Donohue. Although Mr. Donohue has published two other novels, The Stolen Child and Angels of Destruction, I was not familiar with him. I am always thrilled and excited to read new authors so I readily accepted. It is difficult in this age of instant gratification and self publishing to find original and intriguing stories. You know how it is you pick up a book and start reading an instantly know you have read this story before except instead of Miami it was set in Milan and instead of the protagonist being Joe its Juan. Oh honestly I don't blame the authors, especially if they are avid readers, it's just a natural progress to begin incorporating other stories within your own. Not so with this story. He did incorporate other stories but he made them his own by entwining them into his own tale. I began reading Centuries of June by Keith Donohue and immediately the movie began playing in my mind. I love it when an author can create a story so vivid I loose all sense of space and time and this is exactly what Mr. Donohue accomplished I had instantly cast each player as they appeared and I could see in my mind's eye the whole scene play out. A young man struck in the head and the 7 women who visit him through his stupefied state. The old man who protected and helped him through the journeys of his mind and who and what was he really? Each visit opened more questions with little resolve, each ghostly and beautiful visitor adding to the mystery as well as the question as to why our main character was bludgeoned in his own bathroom. The more you read the more you try to decipher who the old man is and why is he there, why are these women all trying to kill our poor architect and who is the woman asleep in the bed facing the wall. Mr. Donohue's writing style kept me turning the page and his story kept me enthralled. His dark humor and storytelling abilities kept me on the edge of my seat waiting for the punch-line. He took me into that cold tiled bathroom and then carried me from primeval forests of the pacific northwest through the gold rush and on into the early 20th century reminding me of the pain and suffering women have lived through to give me the freedoms I have today. More importantly he told the story of the man's own insecurity and strife. I thoroughly enjoyed my romp through the centuries with Mr. Donohue and his rough and primal ghosts. I highly recommend this to those with an adventurous spirit and an open mind.
AndyAC More than 1 year ago
Centuries of June only barely held my interest. I found in some cases that I skipped the narrative altogether! While I've love Keith Donohue's books in the past and was really looking forward to this one, it was terribly disappointing.
Daphne57 More than 1 year ago
Reading the jacket synopsis I was excited and anticipating a great read.I found the going tedius and exasperating. The storyline while trying to follow a historic line through he lives of these women, was not enough to hold my attention. The bear woman was especially oft putting.
Man_Of_La_Book_Dot_Com More than 1 year ago
"Cen­turies of June" by Keith Dono­hue is a fic­tional book where a man meet his past con­sorts. The book's time­line is irrel­e­vant since it com­pro­mises of sev­eral unre­lated tales which all have a com­mon denominator. A man wakes up to use the bath­room in the mid­dle of the night. Some­how he finds him­self lying on the floor with a gash­ing wound in his head. Another man appears which the man thinks might be his deceased father. One by one sev­eral women appear try­ing to kill the nar­ra­tor and then sit and tell their life story. Yes, we're still in the bathroom. "Cen­turies of June" by Keith Dono­hue is not an easy book to describe or cat­e­go­rize. The whole book takes place in a bath­room where a man meets his scorned wives/lovers from past lives, all of whom were unlucky in life and they blame him - with good rea­son. Imag­ine the horror. I found the book imag­i­na­tive and funny, but I have a dark, sar­cas­tic sense of humor which, by the way, my beloved wife (may she live a long life) hates. Each wife tells a story which involves heartache, strug­gle, love and usu­ally some sort of death. The one thing each story has in com­mon is the nar­ra­tor who is lying dying on the bath­room floor with a hole in his head. Since each wife tells a tale, the book moves between gen­res and times. Some of the sto­ries are fan­tasy, urban myth, mythol­ogy or a folk tale - yet all the sto­ries are enter­tain­ing and the char­ac­ters are vivid. The author sprin­kles humor around the macabre for good measure. The book is pep­pered with ref­er­ences to other famous books - some­thing which this bib­lio­phile found amus­ing. It is a strange, uncon­ven­tional book, some­times funny, some­times sad, some­times con­fus­ing, and some­times just plain crazy. Some­how it all works - don't ask me how.