Generation Loss

Generation Loss

Elizabeth Hand

Language: English

Publisher: Mariner Books

Published: Dec 31, 2006

Words: 87505
Pages: 325

Description:

Cass Neary made her name in the seventies as a photographer embedded in the burgeoning punk movement in New York City. Her pictures of the musicians and the hangers-on, the infamous, the damned, and the dead, earned her a brief moment of fame. Thirty years later she is adrift, on her way down, and almost out when an old acquaintance sends her on a mercy gig to interview a famously reclusive photographer who lives on an island in Maine. When she arrives Down East, Cass stumbles across a decades-old mystery that is still claiming victims, and she finds one final shot at redemption. Patricia Highsmith meets Patti Smith in this mesmerizing literary thriller. Amazon.com Review Praise for Elizabeth Hand's previous novels: "Inhabits a world between reason and insanity-it's a delightful waking dream."--*People "One of the most sheerly impressive, not to mention overwhelmingly beautiful books I have read in a long time."--Peter Straub Cass Neary made her name in the 1970s as a photographer embedded in the burgeoning punk movement in New York City. Her pictures of the musicians and hangers on, the infamous, the damned, and the dead, got her into art galleries and a book deal. But 30 years later she is adrift, on her way down, and almost out. Then an old acquaintance sends her on a mercy gig to interview a famously reclusive photographer who lives on an island in Maine. When she arrives Downeast, Cass stumbles across a decades-old mystery that is still claiming victims, and into one final shot at redemption. Questions for Elizabeth Hand Jeff VanderMeer for Amazon.com:** Your novel *Generation Loss* introduces readers to a very eccentric and sometimes selfish photographer named Cass. Are all artists inherently selfish? Hand:** Yes. You can't be an artist without being inherently self-involved, without believing that the world owes you a living, and that everything you do--anything, matter how sick or twisted or feeble or pathetic--is worthy of attention. This is the secret behind the success of stuff like *American Idol* and YouTube. This is the world Andy Warhol bequeathed to us. Amazon.com:** Isn't it partially that selfishness that results in great fiction? Isn't the antagonist of your novel in a way driven by selfishness? Hand:** I don't think I'd call it selfishness, to be truthful. I think creating any real art depends on an intense amount of focus¬--of filtering out the rest of the world as much as you can, to sustain and then impart your own vision or secondary world--what John Gardner called "the vivid and continuous dream." I think the antagonist of *Generation Loss* sees himself as being impelled by love--romantic love, carnal love, the pure love of artistic creation--not selfishness. Whereas Cass's motivation is something far darker and more sinister than love. She's seen the abyss; she lives there. Amazon.com:** Is Cass Neary a prototypical "bad girl"? Hand:** Well, she's your prototypical amoral speedfreak crankhead kleptomaniac murderous rage-filled alcoholic bisexual heavily-tattooed American female photographer. So, yeah. Amazon.com:** So this is definitely not what you'd call "chick lit"? Hand:** Umm, probably not. If it were a movie, it would have a NC-17 rating. Or maybe NR. Is *Lolita* considered chick lit? That book had a huge influence on me, especially with this novel. I always wanted to create a narrator like Humbert Humbert, someone utterly reprehensible and unsympathetic who still manages to command a reader's attention and even an uneasy sympathy. I loved the idea of making a reader complicit with the crimes committed by a protagonist. The simple act of continuing to turn the pages makes you guilty by association. Amazon.com:** Did you have a particular artist in mind as the inspiration for the foul-smelling but visionary paintings in the novel? Hand:** No. That part I made up. Amazon.com:** C'mon. You're not allowed to just make things up. Spill the beans. Hand:** No, I really didn't have anyone in mind. There are elements of the work of photographers I admire--Robert Mapplethorpe, Cindy Sherman, Sally Man, Joel-Peter Witkin--and of outsider artists like Henry Darger or Richard Dadd or Roky Erickson. But the whole concept of an artist creating his own emulsion paper--I thought of that, then researched it and learned that, indeed, some photographers work that way. I also consulted a photographic conservator who's an acquaintance and asked him, Is this possible? He said yes, and I took it from there. Amazon.com:** Are people in Maine as mean toward tourists as you describe? Hand:** No. Just me. Though folks who work at the general store three doors down from me really do sometimes wear a T-shirt that reads THEY CALL IT TOURIST SEASON, WHY CAN'T WE SHOOT THEM? So, okay, me and them. Amazon.com:** Have you ever driven a tourist off your property with a shovel? Hand:** Not yet. But I would. A few years ago friend said he pictured me up on the Laurentian shield, threatening outsiders with a pitchfork. That's pretty accurate. Amazon.com:** Weren't you once a tourist? Hand:** Never. I lived in DC for 13 years, and worked for a long time at the Smithsonian's National Air & Space Museum--Tourist Central. That effectively killed any sympathy I might ever have had towards them. Amazon.com:** What's coming up for you? Hand:** Well, I'll be doing some touring and readings for this book, and I hope to record the entire novel as a podcast/audio book--I'm very excited to be performing again. I'm presently at work on a YA novel about Arthur Rimbaud called *Wonderwall*, to be published by Viking, and am brooding on another novel that might be something along the lines of *Generation Loss*, or not. I get restless and like to shift gears a lot. So we'll see. From Publishers Weekly Starred Review.* Hand (*Mortal Love*) explores the narrow boundary between artistic genius and madness in this gritty, profoundly unsettling literary thriller. Cass "Scary" Neary, a self-destructive photographer, enjoyed her 15 minutes of fame snapping shots of the punk scene's most squalid moments. Now forgotten and aging gracelessly, Cass gets a shot at rehabilitation when a friend assigns her to interview Aphrodite Kamestos, a photographer from the fringe of the '60s counterculture, whose morbid vision influenced Cass herself. On remote Paswegas Island off the coast of Maine, Cass finds a dissipated and surly Aphrodite who sees in Cass the darkest aspects of herself. Worse, Cass discovers that a remnant of a commune Aphrodite helped found has taken her bleak aesthetic to the next level in an effort to penetrate mysteries of life and death. Cass is a complex and thoroughly believable character who behaves selfishly—sometimes despicably—yet still compels reader sympathy. The novel's final chapters, in which Cass confronts a horrifying embodiment of the extremes to which her own artistic inclinations could lead, are a terror tour-de-force that testify to the power of great fiction to disturb and provoke. *(Apr.)* Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.