North of Yesterday
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Spring was turning into summer. I stood where the waves crashed, waiting for Della in the late afternoon by the sea. Birds rested on the swelling crests, fluttered up from their closing grip, then rested again. The waves poured closer, the sun sank down, and the birds screeched on in their game of death.
And Della was no longer just late. She was not coming.She had flown through the crack in the vase. . . .
This beginning to North of Yesterday sets the tone for the compelling journey that quickly follows, a travel beyond space and time into the terrain of the unconscious, the synesthesia of dream. It is a novel of male psyche, the multi-layered recesses of mythology which define the object of desire and the destructive/redemptive quest. The tale forms a captivating matrix of the interior realm through an unfolding stream of cultural remnants (with archetypal and architectonic language), unmasking an essential conflict within the Western mind. There is both murder and mystery at its core, but it is a hermetic mystery of supra-consciousness, the transmigration of souls, and it may be that murder occurs nowhere but within the imagination . . .
North of Yesterday is written in a fluid mixture of prose and verse. It incorporates classical meters and narration, and systematically interweaves the Orpheus myth with a contemporary situation: the story of a death by heroin overdose. Love, guilt, desire and degradation are paired in the stories of Della and Wally, and then again in those of Vincent and Waz, and made poignant mockery by a mad poet, Quintus of Smyrna. This is a bizarre epic of Everyman, a challenging prose invention with few antecedents: North of Yesterday joins that great tradition of sardonic, black-hearted comedies extending from Lautreamont's Maldoror and Huysman's Against Nature, to Hedayat's The Blind Owl and the recent works of William Burroughs.
Paperback, sewn, jacketed, 223 pages, 6 x 9", 1987, 0-914232-85-1
For the clothbound edition, go here.
And Della was no longer just late. She was not coming.She had flown through the crack in the vase. . . .
This beginning to North of Yesterday sets the tone for the compelling journey that quickly follows, a travel beyond space and time into the terrain of the unconscious, the synesthesia of dream. It is a novel of male psyche, the multi-layered recesses of mythology which define the object of desire and the destructive/redemptive quest. The tale forms a captivating matrix of the interior realm through an unfolding stream of cultural remnants (with archetypal and architectonic language), unmasking an essential conflict within the Western mind. There is both murder and mystery at its core, but it is a hermetic mystery of supra-consciousness, the transmigration of souls, and it may be that murder occurs nowhere but within the imagination . . .
North of Yesterday is written in a fluid mixture of prose and verse. It incorporates classical meters and narration, and systematically interweaves the Orpheus myth with a contemporary situation: the story of a death by heroin overdose. Love, guilt, desire and degradation are paired in the stories of Della and Wally, and then again in those of Vincent and Waz, and made poignant mockery by a mad poet, Quintus of Smyrna. This is a bizarre epic of Everyman, a challenging prose invention with few antecedents: North of Yesterday joins that great tradition of sardonic, black-hearted comedies extending from Lautreamont's Maldoror and Huysman's Against Nature, to Hedayat's The Blind Owl and the recent works of William Burroughs.
Paperback, sewn, jacketed, 223 pages, 6 x 9", 1987, 0-914232-85-1
For the clothbound edition, go here.
"There are passages of demented fustian grandeur that read like the nightmares of the great gothic maniacs like Poe, Rimbaud, Lautremont and Baudelaire. And others that remind you of the great surrealists of this century — Burroughs, Celine, Patchen, Artaud."
— City Paper (Baltimore)
"McEvilley has created a book that is a dream, a dream that is a book, and the reader who enters its pages does so by surrendering the conventional comfort afforded by reliance on a linear exposition of reality. . . . Alternately erotic and obscene, gorgeous and empurpled, North of Yesterday may remind some of the fiction of John Hawkes; in any event, its achievement will doubtless be taken by some as a truly remarkable one that amply rewards the investment of attention it demands." — Choice
"The pleasure in reading North of Yesterday is the pleasure of reading, not that species of remembering we call 'plot.' . . . I like well the amplitude and registrations and remembrances [McEvilley] has brought to tell a story that is, when you get down to it, painfully simple. I like this book. . . [McEvilley's] images dance round and slap our faces, our meek modern faces. . . . A powerful novel." — Review of Contemporary Fiction
— City Paper (Baltimore)
"McEvilley has created a book that is a dream, a dream that is a book, and the reader who enters its pages does so by surrendering the conventional comfort afforded by reliance on a linear exposition of reality. . . . Alternately erotic and obscene, gorgeous and empurpled, North of Yesterday may remind some of the fiction of John Hawkes; in any event, its achievement will doubtless be taken by some as a truly remarkable one that amply rewards the investment of attention it demands." — Choice
"The pleasure in reading North of Yesterday is the pleasure of reading, not that species of remembering we call 'plot.' . . . I like well the amplitude and registrations and remembrances [McEvilley] has brought to tell a story that is, when you get down to it, painfully simple. I like this book. . . [McEvilley's] images dance round and slap our faces, our meek modern faces. . . . A powerful novel." — Review of Contemporary Fiction