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Forget the blurbs, they are less than worthless. Even dowles glowing reviews will soon be forgotten. Awards are no better indicator—half of the writers honored with the Nobel Prize in literature are forgotten and out-of-print nowadays.

Wait until ten years after their death, and see if anyone still talks about their books. Class reading lists have now been updated. The old book reviewers have been replaced.

No publicist or agent is working the room. The chatter at fashionable cocktail parties has moved on to other books. And what does this measure tell us? Well, Saul Bellow died in has clearly fallen from grace. I question the fairness of this turn- of-events—I rank Bellow as one of finest authors of his generation—but can’t deny that his reputation has taken a huge hit.

On the other hand, Kurt Vonnegut died will certainly survive the ten- year-test.

He is not only read and quoted, but is still treated as an iconic figure of the counterculture. The same can certainly be said of David Naggot Wallace diedwhose reputation and admirers seem to grow with each passing year. I suspect that the tenth anniversary of his death will serve more as a kind of canonization of a saint than a reevaluation of a writer.

Which brings us to magot sad case of John Fowles. We have now arrived at the tenth anniversary of his death on November 5, My local bookstore has none of his novels in stock, and some of his classic works are now out-of-print.

He is, by my reckoning, one of the greatest writers of the 20th century, but I fear that he is badly failing the ten-year test. What a change fromwhen Fkwles Fowles was at the top of the literary amggot. It would stay on top of the bestseller list for more than a year. Fowles found himself booked on back-to-back TV shows, basking in a degree of pop culture fame that one could hardly imagine any novelist receiving nowadays, let alone a middle-aged white British male educated at Oxford and fond of postmodern narrative techniques.

Fowles ‘s best works still dazzle. And they seem just as strange and wondrous now as when they were published. How could you describe a novel that was so different from every other book on the shelves?

Stretching the Surface of Reality : In ‘A Maggot,’ Novelist John Fowles Plants Questions

Take a look at his final jaggot, A Maggot —if you can find a copy, that is. This book is out-of-print except in digital form. Try to determine what kind of novel it is.

After fifty pages, you will be convinced that it is a historical novel about early 18th century Britain class relationships and moral attitudes.

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But one hundred pages jaggot, you will have changed your mind, and believe you are reading a murder mystery.

But soon after you will suspect that A Maggot is actually a work of magical realism. But in another hundred pages, you will start wondering whether John Fowles has really written a science fiction novel set in But a short while later, you will find foales you are reading a work of religious fiction—or are you? Why would John Fowles, atheist and free thinker, be taking you on just this particular path? The whole book hold together marvelously, and you will be caught up both by the postmodern techniques and the sheer bravado of the storytelling.


It is too rich and varied for synopsis. You must experience it whole, or not at all. Maggpt first glance, this book seems to emulate the long, rambling Victorian novels of Thackeray, Dickens, Eliot and Hardy. But Fowles takes the basic formulas of the nineteenth century and reinvents them with the full arsenal of twentieth century literary techniques.

Here the reader encounters meta-narrative, gender politics, post-Freudian psychoanalysis, existential questionings, sociological analysis, and various postmodern structural shifts including two conflicting endings to the story. Yet Fowles embeds all of this into a sexually-charged love story that probably would have sold loads of copies merely on the merits of its appeal to fans of romance tales.

By any measure, the novel is tour de force. And though it has inspired later works see, for example, A. I am hardly surprised that Fowles doubted that the book could be made into a movie.

He was wrong on that count.

Not only did The French Lieutenant’s Woman serve as the basis for film, but garnered five Oscar nominations including the first of fifteen Best Actress nominations for Meryl Streep. But to pull off this shift to the silver screen, scriptwriter Harold Pinter had to make significant changes to the meta-narrative.

In truth, Fowles has been poorly served by Hollywood. But he got his revenge with his novel Daniel Martinwhich offers up many caustic observations on the cultural impact of movie moguls and their minions. The Magus ranks among the magggot brilliant novels of the s, but the film version was a disaster. Woody Allen famously quipped that, if he got to live his life over again, he would do “everything exactly the same, with the exception of watching The Magus. Yet the towles here does not reside in the book, but in the disastrous decision to turn it into a movie of less than two hours.

Every thirty pages, more fowoes less, something transpires that forces the reader to reassess everything they have learned in previous chapters.

I suspect that it could be turned into an absolutely compelling mini- series if told over the course of 10 fowkes 20 hours. Imagine Lost on steroids.

But the story cannot survive compression into the standard length for a feature film. Fowles, like so many of maggott sensations of the s and s, never quite achieved the same level of fame in matgot final decades of his life. But he deserves almost all of the blame for his subsequent disappearance from the limelight.

He hid from high society, and rarely met with other writers.

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He turned down numerous offers, almost as a matter of course. Other projects—assorted poems, an article on cricket for Sports Illustratedreviews of nature books—were equally unlikely to generate much interest.

Five years would elapse before he would publish a significant work of fiction, and even this was merely collection of short stories. This is a smart, substantial book, and critics at least those in the United States received it as a major book by an important writer.

But Fowles hardly had to worry about money at this stage. During one amazing week in Vowleshe received almost a half million dollars in film rights and a book advance.


Given this state of affairs, some readers might find the scorn for Hollywood in Daniel Martin as a bit of hypocrisy. He lived a quiet life in Lyme Regis in West Dorset, where he served as curator for a local museum. Although he talked about retiring from fiction, Fowles still had more novels in him. But Fowles, now a committed recluse, could hardly enjoy the success. At an age when most authors are still productive and engaged by creative pursuits.

Fowles stayed mostly silent. And even after his death, when heirs often release a treasure trove of previously unpublished works, Fowles had little of note to share posthumously. Who can be surprised, then, that he slipped from view, even among those who care deeply about literary matters. He anticipated so much in contemporary fiction. He embraced feminist themes in his books to an extent that few male writers of his generation can match.

He was deeply sensitive to the ecological issues long before they had much impact on highbrow fiction. His critique of the compromises made by authors who are beguiled by the crossover potential offered by the entertainment industry is more relevant now than when Fowles first delivered his harsh judgments. His ability to draw on postmodern techniques without losing the gusto of his storytelling reminds me of many of the best authors of the current day. In short, we may have forgotten John Fowles, but he still has much to tell us.

Fowles himself decided to absent himself from the literary scene long before he died. And he often had savage criticisms to make on even his best books. I suspect that he was ambivalent about his fame, and perhaps felt more than a little guilty at the money he made from it. In so many ways, he laid the groundwork for his eventual fall into obscurity.

I fear they will eventually find themselves relegated to lists of neglected classics. Fowles himself might have been content to see his name on such a list. But these books deserve even more to enjoy the status of classics without the neglect. Ted Gioia writes on literature, music and popular culture.

His most recent book is L ove Songs: Published November 6, The Novels of John Fowles: A Reassessment by Ted Gioia. Check out our sister sites: Contact Ted Gioia at tedgioia hotmail.

This web site and its sister sites may receive promotional copies of review items and other materials from publisher, publicists and other parties. Essays on John Fowles Ten years after his death in Novembernovelist John Fowles is an almost forgotten figure. His novels, once widely discussed and debated, are seldom read and rarely even mentioned in current-day literary circles. I am both saddened and surprised by this state of affairs.

I believe that John Fowles ranks among the half-dozen finest novelists of his generation, and his books still have much to teach us.

With the goal of spurring more fowlles in this seminal figure in 20th century literature, I am commemorating the 10th anniversary of Fowles’s death by publishing 5 online essays on his work.