From Publishers Weekly
Faintly menacing, deliberately ambiguous, heavy with sexual innuendo, the narrator's voice in this tightly spun, chilling new novel by accomplished writer Hawkes (Adventures in the Alaskan Skin Trade) is appropriate to the bizarre story that unfolds. As 28-year-old fashion photographer, horseman and fox hunter Michael slowly discovers, the grisly death of his mentor and quasi-father Harold O. Van Fleet is only one of the strange events that have taken place at Steepleton, the Van Fleet estate. Hal's survivors in this household brimming with unhealthy secrets include his wife Alex, daughter Virgie and permanent boarder Buse. All have been victims of Hal's erotic caprices and have something to do with his being trampled to death by his favorite horse, Marcabru. Hal had firmly believed the steed to be a descendant of the legendary Whistlejacket, whose portrait by George Stubbs is a family heirloom. (The circumstances under which Stubbs immortalized the horse on canvas form a fascinating flashback, which is, however, somewhat too patent and intrusive a device for the narrative as a whole.) As Michael unravels the web of family intrigue, he also reveals his own voyeuristic, obsessive, sadistic personality and his part in the proceedings. The mesmerizing novel culminates in a brutal fox-hunt scene that has few fictional parallels. The abrupt ending will send readers back to the text to ferret out ingenious clues.
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From Library Journal
$17.95. f Whistlejacket was the name of a powerful horse painted by 18th-century artist George Stubbs. Among the compelling fragments in Hawkes's new novel is an imaginative recreation of Stubbs's life and a sometimes harrowing account of his work in human and equine anatomy. Framing this segment are episodes from the lives of the Van Fleet family, modern fanciers of horseflesh and owners of Whistlejacket's portrait. A few of these hold our interestthe story of Grandfather Van Fleet's alcoholic and libidinous decline, for instancebut others are perfunctory. More damagingly, much is left unresolved, as if a master juggler had fallen asleep in the middle of his act.Grove Koger, Boise P.L., Id.
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