Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Expatriate American novelist, story writer and composer Bowles, who has lived in Morocco for nearly a half century, is a prolific letter writer, as attested to by his expansive, conversational correspondences with the likes of Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs, Gore Vidal and Virgil Thomson. A vast humming tableau of the avant-garde, these 400-plus letters extending from 1928 to 1991, vividly evoke Bowles's frenetic activity in the Paris of the 1930s and '40s, where he met Jean Cocteau, Ezra Pound, Gertrude Stein and painter Pavel Tchelitchew. Peppered with firsthand impressions of Tennessee Williams, Leonard Bernstein, Kurt Schwitters, Aaron Copland and many others, the volume, edited by his biographer, also contains Bowles's sharp lyrical travel observations from Mexico to Ceylon, as well as his reflections on the unconscious processes that guide his writing of fiction. Most revealing are his letters to his wife Jane Bowles during her 16 years of suffering from a neurological disorder that destroyed her eyesight and led to strokes, convulsive seizures and electroshock therapy for depression. Photos. (Jan.)
Library Journal
Declaring that journals meant for oneself are a farce and that those meant for publication are immediately subject to self-censorship, Bowles asked himself, ``Is there another way of looking at it? A letter, I suppose.'' These missives from the renowned expatriate, author of The Sheltering Sky , offer an overview of the avant-garde in the 20th century.
Alexander Pheroux
[Jeffrey Miller] has done a superb job.
The Chicago Tribune
Kirkus Reviews
"Places have always been more important to me than people," Bowles (b. 1910) confesses in one of more than 400 letters collected here by Miller. Spanning more than seven decades, the letters offer no intimate revelations and little celebrity gossipbut they're full of dazzling descriptions of faraway places. "At Asni the trees are full of peacocks that scream murder. The road swarms with children who hand us amethysts till we have nowhere to put them." With campy wit, Bowles compares the exotic to the homegrown mundane: In a Saharan oasis, the coarse grass "looks like the stuff they put in Woolworth's windows on the floor of the display cases at Easter time"; in a Berber village, "the streets and walls look as if someone had poured tons of white cake- icing over them." It's not surprising, then, that Bowles-the- writer's letters add up to a book that one would rather quote than discuss. What is surprising is the strength of Bowles-the- composer's devotion to Berber music and Bowles-the-husband's devotion to his wife through long years of illness. Descended from New England Puritans, Bowles read Poe at age six and took off from there. In the 30's, he was close to Gertrude Stein and Aaron Copland. In the 50's, he befriended Tennessee Williams, Truman Capote, and Gore Vidal. In his pursuit of sexual adventure and his reliance on the drug kif, he was way ahead of the packled by Ginsberg and Burroughsthat hit Tangier in the 60's. More recently, Ph.D. candidates have elicited from him pithy statements on writing (on the hermetic absorption needed to complete a novel: "Don't let the air in; it kills the fetus"). About a quarter of the collection is deadwoodchat about agents, contracts, feesbut read in one sitting, it's a fascinating, tonic history of the counterculture in what was for a time the American century. (Photographs)
From the Publisher
[Bowles' letters] are full of dazzling descriptions of faraway places. . . . [The collection] is a fascinating, tonic history of the counterculture.” —Kirkus Reviews
“It's the beauty of Bowles' writing that makes In Touch especially engaging.” —Entertainment Weekly