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date submitted 09.01.2010
date updated 11.01.2011
genres: Fiction, Literary Fiction
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The Crystal Butterfly Club

A.P. Constantin

Midlife and obsession, anorexia, and the teenage girl who played with fire—perhaps without knowing it. Perhaps. Lines get blurred, but will they be crossed?

 

Marcel, a jaded academic with philandering and divorce in his past, frets at the thought of parenthood as Erika, his high-strung, anorexic lover is worried about her ticking biological clock. Then 14-year old Lea arrives to stay with the couple while her mother is in rehab and Marcel finds himself playing missing father, psychoanalyst and shoulder to cry on. As Lea clings to him, Marcel struggles to stay on the honourable side of dividing lines that get increasingly blurred.

The title Club is an e-mail group of girls, whose password Lea divulges to Marcel in return for a secret of his own. In the parallel story that unfolds there, the frivolous mingles with the tragic in the saga of two girls—a sick one full of life and a healthy one obsessed with death.

With moral baggage in his past, Marcel can only hope to be judged by his actions, not for his feelings and thoughts.

Complete at 72.000 words.
Chapter 15 is a synopsis.

 
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chuckgnx wrote 584 days ago

A highly intellectual novel, rare these days when the first few graphs must start, de rigueur, with exploding action. This one is complicated, takes a while to reveal who the characters are, with minutia slowly rising into action. Excellent use of language, emotion, and complex characterization. But in time you know them and hope for the best, while fearing they may not see it. Backed

chuck -- Marshall Warren -- "Sunrise, Sunset" a novel of Power, Politics, Mother Earth, Sex, & Money 42 chp. fin.

HarrietG wrote 629 days ago

This is a fluid, slow read and one demanding of attention. It slips, as thoughts slip and slide, from one subject to another, circling the object of desire and wheeling off again at a tangent, as if some thoughts are too precious or too terrible to be held close for long. The plot is simple. What is far more interesting are all the digressions along the way, fragments of a life: work, science, relationships, politics. It's a mosaic that pieces together into a picture. The language is lovely 'soothing music for the pangs of a barren womb' and words well chosen for their rhythm and cadence (one nitpick here end of ch7: delete the 'up'. The lines flow more smoothly without it: 'How do I wake thee? let me count the ways.' I think it turns it back into iambic pentameter - the extra beat is jarring. I'd suggest deleting the second 'up' too, but certainly the first.)

All in all I loved this. The voice is perfect. I wish you success with it beyond Authonomy; success here seems within your grasp already. Best wishes, Harriet

chuckylivesinme wrote 628 days ago

Very rough subject to write about, but you do it so well. You handle it with truth which is rare.
This is well written, with clever twists and turs to keep the reader hooked, without overdoing it.

I wasnt sure this was up my street, so to speak , but i loved it. the pages just flow.
backed - Clair

Christa Wojo wrote 699 days ago

Boy! Marcel's inner voice is even more chatty than mine (and infinitely more intricate)! Your book combines gratuitous comparisons, metaphors and symbolism for those who admire clever twists of phrase and all-around extremely creative writing. For those who are turned off by the 'Lolita' aspect, please, face it--men do lust after 14 year old girls. I'm sorry, but it's true. It's biological programming. The question is, whether or not they act on it. This is where you have left us hanging--does Marcel act on it? I'm also curious to know about the Club and what Marcel discovers about the world of these girls. Fun, fascinating and reveals complex aspects of male and female psyche.

Bravo,
Christa

bowen wrote 323 days ago

I dipped in and out of this and found much to admire. Probably the kind of book I'd like to read on paper.

Orlando Furioso wrote 446 days ago

Ch 7.
I can't stop now!
Two extraordinaryily powerful forces are in play. The desire to experience a forbidden delight and the horror of even thinking of such a thing.
The first three graphs of this Ch were intellectual, innocent. But then! Physicality intrudes in the most potent of ways.
How arch it is that the innocet tempress is looking over M's shoulder as he is engaged with high-minded matters!
There is a flurry of words about her physicality ... (shoulders), chin, knuckles, hand, clean smell, young body, hand, jaw, (shouler), cheek, chest, ten little polished toenails ... not to mention THAT hair with a mind of its own on M's neck. We sense how absolutely overwhelmed he is by it all, how he can't possibly resist, and how, equally, he can't possibly move a fraction. He is in absolute suspension between the proximity of a forbidden delight and the horror of touching it. ... collarbone!
'Try me.' is so provocative to him. And he tells us that he WILL try her. But not just yet. We sense he is enjoying his torment, the moral dilemma, being on the brink of something horribly wrong. But he does not abuse his position. He listens. Lea seems to find comfort from talking to him. She falls asleep. She trusts him absolutely. She performs for him even in the way she discusses her mother, consspires with him. And as for the grapes. Did she really do that, or was his fancy decorating reality there? Feeding him grapes wld not be an innocent act on her part. He is sexually aroused by her. He cld go to jail for this.
I cld see the car lights. I wonder if they are symbolic in some way? What wld SF say about them!?! Does red equal receding danger? There is a sense of the world without going its way without any knowledge of M's unexpected, post-midnight windfall tryst. The sense of absolute intimacy is absolute. He has her to himself. The moment and her attention are entirely his. She falls asleep as a child. His waking her up cld be regarded as having two meanings. Yet he is unsure how to do it. The penultimate paragraph is most symbolic in more than one way, with 'precariously perched' perhaps symbolising his temptation and moral scruples. At this point, esp in light of 'i'll try you, girl.' it is clear that he is disposed to succumb to his lust for hedonistic pleasure. But will he? We read on to find out.

Orlando Furioso wrote 452 days ago

Ch 6.
It's Friday night, 23.22. It works that we have a break from L and E. But even in the interlude we get G! M's entire life is driven by pursuit, or memories of pursuit.
Because of my own misanthropy, I cld not help thinking that I was reading about another speciest about which i have little understanding. The jockeying for position in the Gallery of the No-longer-with-us' is beyond me. I can't play that game and wld always lose. And the recollections and sexual one-upmanship over the valentine card is also another strange world to me as I have absolutely no recollecttion of anything similar in my teens. If we have to compete and grab advancement then we are lacking. So, too, if we have to score sexual points against our rivals... But this is just a weak competitor affecting disdain for the fray. Is this a British trait? Do we secretly wish to be No.1, yet are horrified to be found out as doing so? Is this a fine, gentlemanly quality, or hypocritial stupidity? In truth both positions -- that of shameless ambitious and that of reluctance -- are not good places to be. I'm rambling.
At least you know you are making me think, which is good. The best dab it this Ch was for me the archly bitchy, 'He is a fountainhead of bad breath...human scalp can hold.' And hurrah! for, 'Their language.'
Perhaps this is the most important comment of all: I still want more.

Orlando Furioso wrote 453 days ago

Ch5
I was pondering whether it was worth mentioning that everything about moder connotations of the word 'mall' appalls me and that the hedonism of S-cargos and another whisky also...erm... And then I came to this grenade of a sentence: 'But we can stare into each other's eyes as much as we want, can't we?' And the assertive, 'Keep talking honey...' The detailing of the rules of amorous engagement shows the sensualist's scientific liking of order in play. There seems a desperate craving for pleasurable sensation in the company of the opposite, of whatever age. But the truth is that the seeker's real pleasure is on the intellectual side of the fence, but that, unlike Simonescu, he has not been able to tame his atavistic drives. His appreciation of the feint trace of lips on his glass perhaps shows the better aspect of his romantic side. How monstrous is he capable of being though? It is clear that his initial horror at having his summer rearranged for him is forgotten now that Lea is to hand to unwittingly stimulate his amorous weaknesses.

Orlando Furioso wrote 453 days ago

Ch 5
My, that E gets her way at every turn, even, esp I suppose, with former lovers! I like this wry desc of Simonescu as, 'The kind of guy who knew better than to let romantic stuff get in the way of cutting edge technology.' My head says, 'Just so.' My heart says, 'What is anything without romance?'
'...jerked her face into an overdone silent movie expression of delight...' is beautiful and is underscored by the contrast of the '...computer analysis of her lastest DNA sequencing data.' The human artfulness of the face is a sharp contrast to the sterility of 'computer analysis.' So much of how we now are is in that contrast, with our accumulating slavery on the tyranny of fact based reality diminishing the child-like innocence of our humanity.

Orlando Furioso wrote 454 days ago

Ch 3.
All seems blissful innocence in the opening lines. But then alarm bells sound in the graph beginning, 'Pleasure.' There is great subtelty in the suggestive sensuosity of the language and imagery. And the quicksand assumption of E's connivance.
This dab is a cracker and puts me in mind of this place, '...the occasional precious find that might make it all worth it.' The notion, to my mind, cld be an accurate reference to itself, cld almost be admiring itself in a mirror.
The 'dirty-looking bandanna...hippy days (San Francisco, circa nineteen seventy-four)...' made this apart Englishman feel all yearnful to have been a part of that wild time in America's cultural flowering...even for one day of my life.
The observation on the string holes and 'four possible pairs of diagonally opposed vertices.' is acutely observed and shows a pleasure in scientific exactitued.
The way you swing from such seemingly innocent moments to graph such as the one starting, 'Lea wasl walking between...etc.' keeps us guessing, wondering about the plate you have spinning before our eyes. 'Her slender limb felt...' is tilting in only one direction. So too the final lines of the chapter show that yer man has a strong sensual intelligence. And so when we read 'hooking her little pinkie into mine', which wld normally be charmingly innocent, we fear that all is far from well.
But then we can stop worrying and just enjoy the playful semantics. 'Introductory Statistics ot 25 years ago ... interdigitated =' was like one of those exhbits in a science museum which encourages you have a go. In this case I found myself writing down these words ........... meld, commingle, unite, with meld being by fave. Anything prefixed with 'In/ter' sounds a bit too technical, but meld, o meld! and rhymes with held.
The focus on 'pleasure' engages totally. What cld be more innocent? Hurrah for hedonism! Soft places also sounds absolutely innocent, gentle, kind. The focus on the bones of the word really fascinates. You had me looking at the words buried in it 'lea' a good place to be in a storm, 'sure' yes, of course. 'pleas__e' a great verb. What cld possibly be wrong with pleasure? There is much for a moral philosopher here. This reader senses we may be about to test pleasures limits. We read on!

Clancy Docwra wrote 454 days ago

Orlando put me onto your finely and intelligently written story. It is fascinating to see a man of science being able to show great linguistic skill. I suppose it is like watching a strong decathlete. Weren't both Steinbeck and Nabokov men of science? I believe the latter's PALE FIRE begins with a precise description of a moth. And Steinbeck worked his interest in marine biology into his supurb CANNERY ROW. ... BACKED with pleasure.

Orlando Furioso wrote 455 days ago

Ch 3
I like the ubpeat mood of the first graph. Cld not help thinking mischievously that the REHAB N SUSHI title's moment might have arrived. Also thought that the broken-down 18-wheeler cld symbolise all the annoyances of an intelligent, middle-aged man's life. But the mood in graph one survives them.
Ach, I have seen how 14 year old girls can be now. I am also starting to think LOLITA. i like 'swans-for-dummies' and confess I cringe when I hear people squealing, 'Look at you!' Ach, I am enjoying this. All my bells are being rung. I esp dislike 'post-this-post-that and long for the post-post era. Perhaps I am ill at ease with much of middle-class modernity. But that makes me feel good.
Thd Drummond House graph is great, contrasting wonderfully the flim-flam of everyday life with the high-minded jungle of an academics' dinner. The notion of 'two hundred hungry molecular geneticists' is, for this non-academic, the stuff of a Larson 'Far Side' cartoon. I love it. And the self-mocking wit of that graph.

Orlando Furioso wrote 455 days ago

Bunny carrots!!!!! Agggg!!!! The only bunny carrots I have ever encountered are those I feed to 'Midnight', my daughter's large black rabbit.
This passage catchess my eye: 'E ... leaned forward on her elbows to look me in the eyes ... taking advantage of my silence.' The poor guy is totally kippered by this non-fat woman. Ach, I confess I have no idea how many calories are in a bag of fish and chips, but I am 12 st, 5'10" of prejudiced poet, should I worry?
I am enjoying the read and am now firmly on the oppressed male's side and want to see him TRIUMPH.

Orlando Furioso wrote 455 days ago

Ch 2.
What are snow peas?
I may not know what they are but I like the nautilus dab and can see the giant shrimp. Re ... 'elegant nautilus spriral pattern...' Do you need the word 'pattern'? It clunks a bit in what is a lovely turn of phrase, even if I don't know what snow peas are. The snow/(nauti)lus/single/shrimp. The phrase is like a sea-shell held to your reader's ear. Hmmm, but I suppose p of pattern jives with the p of shrimp. Just a thought. If prose phrasing stands a poetry then we have paydirt.
I found myself reacting to the notions of rehab and sushi ... cld almost be a title REHAB N SUSHI, though to what I don't know. My life is not interesting enough to ever take me near rehab and I don't know anyone who has ever needed it either. And sushi ... I prefer English fish and chips in a newspaper. And those absurd restaurants where the food wafts by on conveyor belts ... ach! No sushi for this boy, ever.
I enjoyed feeling a certain sympathy with your main man being bounced into fatherhood, albeit temporary by E. Women are always making decisions for men which they can then justify to the poor helplesss man who can't say N.O. for fear of being a boor, or not loving said decisive woman. I have been bounced by my wife into going out tmr night for a drink with two neighours who are going insane looking after an elderly relative with altzheimers. I don't mind bending for a peaceful life, but -- and my wife knew this before she bounced me -- Manchester United are playing in the Champions League tmr night. Now THAT is a serious bounce. And your poor dude is not even married to E, so she clearly treating him like a tame house carl. But then we find ourselves being backed into all kinds of disasters by women who...etc. I am curious to know how he will deal with this rearranging of his plans and what mayhem will follow from it. If only he had said NO! (more)

Orlando Furioso wrote 456 days ago

Bloody hell! Sorry prof! I've just read your profile and feel I should say there is nowt personal in my strange comments on academics. I am just your original English lunatic with a poor law degree and some odd notions. Having said that I am confident that as an academic you will not be offended as you will be far more able than (law degree -- a bare pass) I to see many sides to the circle. I will definitely 6* your story and be back for you with my reading eyes. Ellie's judgment is always right.

Orlando Furioso wrote 456 days ago

Ch 1.
Ellie S. Lee recommended your story to me and I always follow where her eyes lead.

I love the image towards the end of the two suitcases, '...with a space separating them, as if ready for someone to walk in between and pick them up...' I can see it in several ways, literally, as a dramatic prop, and symbolically, with the two cases being two people who need an arbiter to make sense of them or give them purpose and motion in their lives.
Oddly and strongly... In that we all add a little of ourselves to a story when we read... I found your story inciting a ridiculous prejudice against the academic outlook. I have no idea why this irrational feeling comes from or why it is in me, but it is. Perhaps it is envy or some inferiority feeling. Anyway, their you have an insight into this reader's response. This was not my only response. I was taken with the wit over Chairmany and like the focus on matters linguistic. Heck, thinking about it -- on a ten-tones-of-grey English-Monday in February -- I also reacted badly to the Californian palms. Perhaps it is because there is a vigorous and confident spammer on this site who is from California and I am envious of him in some way. And! I confess. The word 'pyschoanalysis' in your excellent pitch also triggers bad mental reflexes in me.
But above all my main response to what I have read is that I am taken with the voice. It reminds me of the voice in 'EMBERS'', being an intelligent voice with something worth listening to. So, most importantly, from what I have read, I want to read more, in part to test my reactions, but mainly out of curiosity and to see if there are any more sweet dabs as good as that suitcases stroke. Will be back for more anon. *bows*

Robert McIntyre wrote 459 days ago

This is character-driven literary fiction with a plausible set-up on which to hang the character development. As previous comments have said, it's readable and eloquent. I thought you got the chapter lengths i read just right. I only have a few observations on the first 3 chapters:

Ch. 1 - The opening is well done with the focus on the mirror, the physical setting and the changes that have taken place in the narrator's life. Sometimes i think you make the reader work a little hard (or perhaps i'm lazy). so i had to do a double-take to connect that Lea at the start of the section and the little girl at the end were the same person. And i wasn't sure how she'd been led into the answer as to why a mirror reverses or whether she finds the answer outside of this chapter. Also, the repetition of the full question at the end of the chapter i thought was unnecessary. She could just say: what about my mirror question? or some such.

The reader workout i felt continued a bit with the Chairman joke, which went over my head I must admit, despite the clue of her name and the University she attended, and the subsequent mentions of Che and Ge. This could just be my lack of focus on texts. Generally though, this introduction of a character didn't quite work for me. If you go out with a foreign person they will have an 'odd' accent. The fact that the narrator cares so much about it makes him seem slightly parochial, yet i think he is really a 'man of the world'. I'd be interested in first learning something else about her. The lovers' jokes are fine though.

I liked the workplace descriptions. A very resonant summation of what it's like to become the older person in a work environment.

The ending of the chapter was good, with the longing for a lover's return. It's a very subtle form of cliff-hanger / foreshadowing

Ch. 2 - I got a bit confused on the opening of this chapter as to who opens the dialogue. I think this could be easily cleared up by putting 'Sunny asked her if we'

The 'Love her' paragraph is actually the narrator thinking, yet it uses the same quote marks as direct speech.

The rest of this interaction further establishes the back story of the narrator without feeling intrusive.

A slight disconnect i felt was Marcel had never met Lea yet later he seems to know quite a lot about her, like the fact that she's staying with her grandparents. Of course he could have learned all this through Karla, but possibly it could be added that Karla mentions her a lot or some such.

I liked this set up as it rings very true. A woman who wants children with a man introducing a child into the environment, sort of to limber him up to the idea.

Although i followed this chapter with no problems, it does jump around slightly time-wise. At the end of the detailed description of the meal they're having, Marcel launches into a generalisation about Erika's cooking / eating and then goes on to relate a meal he once had with Max Hudson. I feel as the reader like i'm watching something unfold (the meal) and i get a sudden tap on the shoulder as i'm pulled away for a general chat and then shown an unconnected scene from the past and then finally back to another scene / time with Erika with the original meal forgotten. Like i say this is just an observation rather than a criticism. In fact it could perhaps be easily solved by spacing or stars as you did in Ch. 1

Ch. 3 - Lea has a good intro. without saying anything. Marcel, now he's a bit of a letch...

There were a couple of things i wondered about at this stage that i felt i wasn't finding out - what Marcel did for a living and what the relationship between Erika and Sunny was / how it came about.

Again some nice observations about the interactions between people who want things from each other. Mimi keeping the dog because she knows Lea will come round. Just a detail - i see Lea is 14 and has flown on her own. I know some airlines allow this.

Sometimes with the quote marks i personally would go for single quotes when it's a thought or quoted extract, or possibly even italicise it, e.g. "Our statistics..."

Again the chapter finishes with an interesting point, as Marcel is clearly still sensitive about Sylvie

I know you have a lot of comments but i hope these help in some way. Thanks for letting me read.

Katie Wimpenny wrote 462 days ago

As requested I have just rated your book as five star. You are clearly a very intellectual person and writer. I fear you will be immediately bored by my novel but thank you for backing it.

You will clearly be off the slush pile very soon. This is a highly skilled novel and I wouldn't dare to give much more feedback after reading the comments below.

I have only read three chapters as time is not on my side at present. However, it effortlessly and cleverly glides along. I was drawn in by the subject matter, as I have experience of that terrible illness. I think you deal with it well. It is an endlessly frustrating problem to be around.

I will keep it on my shelf and try to read more...

Best of luck in all you do,

Katie

Ellie S Lee wrote 465 days ago

Fluid, sensual prose subtly conveyed; a thought, a hint, a whisper but all the while the underlying tension stretching….stretching….stretching…..You write with sensitivity and understanding and describe with the lightest of touches, guide us, let us imagine. Your observations are finely drawn, encapsulating whole scenes in a single sentence, mesmerising at times. I love your writing, what more can I say? I have put this on my shelf here and will look forward to placing a printed copy on my shelf at home.

Amongst my (many) favourites:

Chapter 1
‘Of the questions that this past summer has made me ponder, here is one I have an answer for. Letting Lea discover the answer by herself—I only provided the subtle clues—was one of the little pleasures that still linger on, three months later.’

‘"I hope we will get a chance to talk soon," she writes at the bottom of something too long to be a sentence and too short to be an offer of reconciliation’ – that says everything so neatly, you don’t need to say more.

‘I have, I am afraid, no choice but to pass through corridors abuzz with people two decades younger than myself; the Jeffs, the Bills, the Phils and the Bevs the Pams and the Barbs who come to serve science in sneakers and know exactly what they want from life.’ – same as before, all there in a single sentence.

‘J’ai bu’ (and again in Chapter 13) ‘Le peuple’ (Chapter 9) too – Oh….There is something so sensual about the French language, the way the lips and tongue move to form the sounds.

‘The suitcases are now standing under the window with a space separating them, as if ready for someone to walk in-between and pick them up.’

‘I keep hoping that she will come back’ – again, just enough, perfect, haunting, echoey

Chapter 2
‘By that time we both knew I would say yes. It was the price that we were negotiating, the unwritten IOUs.’

‘Epiphany at the steering wheel.’

‘Simple fact: young people change quickly at this age – don't you remember yourself in grade eight? Baby fat is shed between semesters, clothes outgrown before the next pop concert, innocences lost in whispers half-way through algebra class. Ugly-Ducklings-to-Swans for Dummies.’

I very much like the title of your book and your chapter titles in general, for example in this chapter ‘Pirouette’ as in Lea’s pirouette upon meeting and subsequent verbal pirouetting around each other…clever.

Chapter 4
‘“…This girl is a pleasure to have around." Pleasure. What was the matter with that word? Why was it trying so hard to lose its innocence between my tongue and my lips, to touch parts of my mouth it had no business touching? It ended up sliding out harmlessly enough, but left behind itchy insects swarming inside.’

I love the subtlety of the bedroom scene with Erica.

Chapter 6
‘And why do I remember all this now? Memory has no rules of engagement, and neither does desire. I am the sole owner of my longings and I reserve the right to do with them as I please.’

Chapter 7
‘Freud, where are you when we need you?’

‘Let us contemplate the mystique of the night. Let us consider the frailty of human flesh and the presumption of innocence.’ – to -‘Never mind me, I’ll just sit here and listen. Never mind time, time is nothing at all—light-emitting digits drifting in the darkness with drowsy visions of eternity. ‘

‘I have no use for repressed, hypocritical inner voices.’

‘Ah, aesthetics. Noble but treacherous.’ – to - ‘Sleep is full of things that just happen, illusions seduce, cravings consume, longings are long and the night can lie to you about love. . . Ah, love.’

‘There is such thing as too much tenderness. How do I wake thee up? Let me count the ways: ’ – cf. How do I love thee? That’s clever (although as HarrietG says, even better without the 'up').

Chapter 8
Consummate. The whole chapter is so finely observed, brilliant writing. If this were a film this scene would be a classic.

‘Lea gave a little-angel apology.’

‘Then five decades in the quiet vastness of the new continent, contemplating the nourishing silt of the river hugging her husband’s farm, defending her diction from sibilant voices, privately reinventing the art of ageing with grace amidst domestic clamour.’

Whole of the paragraph beginning ‘I turned to Lea’

‘There is always a price to pay for pleasure but it was exactly this, so I was made to understand, that made flesh so sweet to touch, breaths longing to inhale each other, limbs to entangle.’ – to - ‘an unexpected, uncalled-for, unfulfilled, unrequited erection, the sweetest torment in purgatory or paradise.’

Chapter 9
‘gratification should not be taken lightly. At the age of nine already, Young Epicurean knew the value of anticipation.’

‘nobody can feel unfair in their bones the way a child does.’

‘Sylvie and I were squeezed on a corner floor-cushion, four thighs in a space that wasn't enough for three, a treasure of possibilities for overlapping and intertwining.’

‘I had decided to just sit there and enjoy the erotic nuances in the way Sylvie's mouth contorted to produce "le peuple," a kiss she kept blowing to the world at least once per sentence.’

The paragraph beginning ‘Slow, tender communion with that flushed face, those lips that stopped saying "the people" long enough to acknowledge that flesh existed.’

Chapter 10
‘She loved the Art Deco melancholy of the opal-and-olive-carpeted corridors of the building and the adult hum of the distant elevator at 2 a.m. on Friday nights, soothing music for the pangs of a barren womb.’- to- ‘Ours was not to be a life of lawns and of mowers and sticky little birthday parties’.

‘—our marriage had long ran out of anger and hunger, the two forces that blindly drove it in those unforgettable first years: anger at the world as it stood outside the two of us, hunger for something no one had yet even described.’

Sylvie encapsulated by the description of what she had left behind.

‘Wounds belong to those who have suffered them.’ – to- ‘I have no scars to show but I can tell you all about that bruise on my shoulder, the shape of a mouth.’

‘Through my wet T-shirt and her swimsuit, her breasts were having a gentle argument with my chest—the two parties didn't seem to be able to agree on a breathing rhythm.’

‘A hand-painted, unilingual (mon dieu!) sign hung on the rock, screaming at the waves in a vaguely familiar language: "PRIVATEPROPERTYNOTRESSPASSING."

We were doing something forbidden.’

Chapter 11
‘Lea was holding my hand in both of hers to show me how the mirror turns us around, right-to-left. "But if the mirror reverses things, how come it doesn't turn us upside-down?’

‘We stayed like that for a while Lea resting her chin between my shoulder blades, thinking of the puzzle, I searching the mirror for minute imperfections, for pits and for cracks in the façade, for the little signs seasons leave behind each time a summer day like this becomes The Past. Mirrors have no heart, they have no memory: the irreversible loss of today is their cool, efficient business.’

Chapter 12
WHAT HAS MADE YOU CRY:
being the only one left out. . . longing for something, so bad it hurts, without knowing what it is. . .

HOW IT FEELS AFTER A GOOD CRY: After I am all done, my eyes still flooded, I like how warm the tears feel. Then, if I look straight into the lights and flutter my eyelids real quick, my room is filled with crystal butterflies.

Chapter 13
‘Are you sure you don't mind her staying?" Did I mind Lea staying? Did I? but of course, but of course, but of course I didn't, I did NOT. . . no, that's too eager. Slow down and speak with a natural voice: "Of course not, dear."’

‘It was warm and it was the 5th of July, a lazy afternoon fragrant with sunscreen lotion and distant barbecues, and the water was gray-blue and just barely wrinkled by the wind.’

‘What irritated Erika more than anything else was how Laura had perfected the art of underplaying her own achievements:’ – to - ‘("the woman has ivy sprouting out of her ears!"),’

‘Then: "You know, my mom says I am a midnight child, I was born at two-minutes-to twelve. Two minutes later and my birthday would've been tomorrow. So it will be cheating, really, if I blew the candles earlier than that, I wouldn't be quite fourteen, let us wait, O.K.?’ – like she’s desperately prolonging here birthday longing for her father to call?

The whole of the paragraph ending ‘It eventually downed on her. . . that awkward creature she had been sharing the apartment with for fourteen years had begun to be someone else, someone who might actually want things of her own. Fourteen is a turning point," Erika concluded.’ – prescient?

‘No more excuses, you are not a child but, then again, no one takes you seriously!" "I do," I should have answered, but Erika said it first.’

‘Lea snuggled into Erika's you-poor-thing hug.’

Chapter 14
‘Between me and my drink stood the scornful ghost of fourteen years of accumulated adult foul-ups. ‘

‘"Come closer. I want to hurt you’ – to – ‘Somewhere in this flurry of activity her exposed inner thigh brushed, ever so lightly, with the back of my hand. Totally by accident, I swear.’

‘On the right side (or was it the left? I can’t remember)’ – ties in with the mirror references.

The whole of the “Buu” paragraph then dissolving into tears ‘warm and wet like open-mouth kisses’

‘A delicate enigma in my hands, a gift I treasured but wasn't sure what I was supposed to do with. How many ways are there to love?’

This is lovely, A.P. just lovely.

Best wishes
Ellie

SubtleKnife wrote 492 days ago

Good, thoughtful characterisation, subtle layering and immaculate writing. I like this story a lot and will read on. 6*s for now, with potential for shelf in February. Cheers! -Liz (Meggie Blackthorn)

cicuta wrote 498 days ago

"A living illustration of his own theory."

Dear AP, This line alone is testament to the writer's attention, which to me lent that hint of madness that makes all aspiring writers real ones. A rich recherche of elucidatory moments, which made me only want to read on. Isn't that the simple premise of any promising Author. Far and away; with no disrespect to any fellow Authonomite. But this is a book that challenges the very constraints of a site, which must be slowly losing its credibility. How else could such a writer be stranded on such a deserted island of improbable idiom's. In the words of Christopher Lambert, " But there can only be one", and this book has that kind of magic. Good luck and may I stand on the shoulders of this giant's generosity, if only to open the eyes of another's emotions. Take care and please look out for my future support. Best wishes, Cicuta, [ Carl, Arcane ].

William Holt wrote 501 days ago

"Authority is nothing without supporting documentation."

Abstract statements rarely move me to assent to anything regarding the quality of a book. I want the concrete--eyes that can hold my own, hands that can grasp, "imaginary gardens with real toads in them" and strange soft-bodied creatures munching the roots beneath my lawn.

But this one, right in the first chapter of this excellent book, has taken this old English professor into the mind of a colleague I have long known--myself, in fact, no longer a few months away from retirement but immersed in the profession without an ending near. This is my world, the world of higher education, and that simple abstract statement carries me back into the heart of it.

This is a book to be read with close attention. One who attends will be rewarded. The Crystal Butterfly Club deserves a continual rise through the ranks, and eventually a place on the ED. Quality, like murder, will out, especially when encouraged by the new system here on Authonomy. Shelved with much pleasure.

Bill

William Holt wrote 501 days ago

"Authority is nothing without supporting documentation."

Abstract statements rarely move me to assent to anything regarding the quality of a book. I want the concrete--eyes that can hold my own, hands that can grasp, "imaginary gardens with real toads in them" and strange soft-bodied creatures munching the roots beneath my lawn.

But this one, right in the first chapter of this excellent book, has taken this old English professor into the mind of a colleague I have long known--myself, in fact, no longer a few months away from retirement but immersed in the profession without an ending near. This is my world, the world of higher education, and that simple abstract statement carries me back into the heart of it.

This is a book to be read with close attention. One who attends will be rewarded. The Crystal Butterfly Club deserves a continual rise through the ranks, and eventually a place on the ED. Quality, like murder, will out, especially when encouraged by the new system here on Authonomy. Shelved with much pleasure.

Bill

Lara wrote 501 days ago

This is right up my street. Lolita is one of the few novels I've read twice. Your novel is in a way one-stage-further: you feel poor Marcel is the one being abused. I loved your last three chapters and I think, although the rest is good, 13 is where you really get into your stride. You've captured Marcel's dilemma so accurately. I take the point that the opening question relates to the themes and the nature of Marcel's work and the play on sinister, however, I wanted the novel to start at 2. You could keep the question on its own at the very beginning, just say 'Leahs question' and then go into 2, covering the material in 1 a little later as necessary. For me, 1 is too fragmented to fully engage the reader. You'll be shelved as soon as there's a space. high stars . I assume you're one of Roger's favourites? (Variae Lectiones) I'll ask him.
Lara GOOD FOR HIM and
Good for Her A FEAST OF TALES

Vanessa Darnleigh wrote 559 days ago

I've commented before on this and if anything, it's better the second time round. This is the kind of writing that should but hardly ever comes to the attention of the editor's desk. The fact that HC doesn't 'discover' these little gems while they are floundering in the midst of so much dross, says a great deal about the publishing business generally. Quite simply, they're spoiled for choice and don't have to look for anything at all...they have well-established authors already making bags of money for them while the wannabes on Authonomy fight it out among themselves for a few crumbs from the Desk! Frankly, my friend, I find it all very demeaning and futile and definitely not worth the time and effort. People stay interested because, like the lottery, there's always that slightest chance that it might be you!
Best wishes
Stewart

ccb1 wrote 569 days ago

Backed The Crystal Butterfly Club as promised. We enjoyed re-reading several chapters to refresh our memory of the storyline so we could rate with stars. Good luck.
CC Brown
Dark Side

K A Smith wrote 572 days ago

Hi AP. Been a while since I said I would give a comment. I thought this was one of the few books on here that was fit for publication as is. I have accorded a commensurate number of stars. The writing is assured, delicate and delightfully dry. I won't try to fault it, merely say that this is not the sort of book I would typically read (though I find it hard to say what is), yet I glided from start to finish with an effortless ease which reflected the quality of the writing. It reminded me in a way of some of the Chinese contemporary literature I have read, with a lightness of touch that is far from shallow.

The acuity of observation is a pleasure, though wince-inducing at times. It seems oddly gendered in tone, as if it were written by a man trying to find a woman's voice for a man's viewpoint, or vice versa, no bad thing, just imparting a feel of distance that is very different from "objectivity". Occasionally books strike me as overly gendered - Frankenstein, for example - which makes them hard for me to read. This was most definitely not the case here.

I'll try and find a place on my shelf again to give it a boost, when I get through the 40 odd books I have on my list. I hope you didn't take a tumble from the new arrangements. If you want any particular type of criticism, anything that you feel you want to work on (though I can't see why that should be), let me know and I'll read it again. It won't be a chore.

KA

Stark Silvercoin wrote 574 days ago

The Crystal Butterfly Club is a perfect example of a book outside my normal comfort level in terms of genres I read. But it’s also an example of how great literature can draw a person in regardless of their personal preferences. Author A.P. Constantin has written a very thoughtful novel about the very difficult subjects of family dynamics, sexual morals and even mortality. I was riveted by the realistic nature of the characters, the great dialog and the slowly unfolding storyline that occasionally made me cringe, but kept me turning pages. This book would sell well as a hard or soft cover literary fiction novel.

John Breeden II
Old Number Seven

chuckgnx wrote 584 days ago

A highly intellectual novel, rare these days when the first few graphs must start, de rigueur, with exploding action. This one is complicated, takes a while to reveal who the characters are, with minutia slowly rising into action. Excellent use of language, emotion, and complex characterization. But in time you know them and hope for the best, while fearing they may not see it. Backed

chuck -- Marshall Warren -- "Sunrise, Sunset" a novel of Power, Politics, Mother Earth, Sex, & Money 42 chp. fin.

NuWorldMan wrote 587 days ago

I haven't much to add to what's already been said about this. Brilliantly written, smart, humorous, and engrossing. The prose is a joy to read and definitely not run-of-the-mill. I love Marcel's thoughts and how we see the world through his eyes and towering intellect. A sure winner and gladly backed.

Thomas Albert - Seeing Stone

lavery51 wrote 589 days ago

sounds complicated. well written, backed,

Narwhon wrote 595 days ago

I often don't read a lot of a story to know if I want to read more. It is all in the journey, not the destination. This writing is like yoga breathing, long slow breath in - hold - long slow breath out. The pace is delightfully relaxed and in a way, soothing. I would like to read this book in front of a fire on a rainy afternoon and drift into , through and with it. Backed.
Cheers, B. Cameron Lee (Diary of a Serial Killer)

SPW wrote 599 days ago

Fantastic title and a great opening line....what a start!
A very captivating read that demands your attention. Well written and very clever stuff. I like this!
Backed with pleasure!

Simon,
Yuko Zen is Somwhere Else.

Leslie Rocker wrote 601 days ago

First of all thank you for backing Adam's Apple. I have read some of your book, enough to recognise that it is a beautifully written piece of prose, with believable and interesting characters and not a witch or zombie in sight. Nor have I encountered any gratuitous sex, violence or what might be called literary graphiti, which is a relief after some of the authonomy books I have read.
There is obviously a resonance of Lolita, but to me the relationship of Marcel and Lea is more acceptable and believable. I always found Humbert Humbert a little too much to bear and his nymphette intolerable. I do not, of course, know how the characters develop in your book.
I seem to have encountered the mirror reflection question before, but I can't remember where.
Like you I have come late to novel writing. Indeed I was once asked why I had never written one, to which I egoistically replied that my whole life had been a novel. I eventually set out to prove this point by writing my autobiography, which runs to 100,000 words and obviously will never be published.
I would have thought, however, that your academic background and the writing skills you have developed as a result would prepare you for a very successful second career as a novelist and I wish you luck in it.
Leslie Rocker

Steven J Pemberton wrote 605 days ago

This rambles and jumps around in time, which normally would annoy me - I like stories to be in chronological order and not wander off the point. But this is so well-written and so engaging that I kept reading.

La Marmonie wrote 607 days ago

APConstantin,

I've only read two chapters, so I don't really know how the plot is developing, because it isn't so far.

However, this is the sort of writing one cannot speed read! Good for you. Interesting philosophies and characters, writtern with a certain lightness and sense of humour, despite the subject matter. An appealing title.

BACKED.

Thanks for backing God of the Cocoa.

Best Wishes
Marilyn

CamilleS wrote 611 days ago

I agree with what HarrietG wrote, a slow read that is meant to be savored and digested. Well done! Backing.

Camille
Curse of the Golden Fly

Gefordson wrote 614 days ago

Hi, I’d be more than happy to back your book if you’ll take the time to check out my work.
Thanks

Gefordson
Nothing You can do.

Darugh wrote 616 days ago

Oh, Mr. Constantin! I have only read six chapters tonight, but I will be back for more. Simply wonderful. Well-written prose with touches of humor. I love the voice. Your book is such a welcome, welcome relief from almost everything else on this site. Please keep this note and tell me when it is published - as it surely will be - because I want to purchase copies as gifts - and one for my real-life bookshelf. I thank you for backing The Witness Tree - mainly because it caused me to read your book. Thank you for sharing this. I will be back to finish it.

Patricia West Hays

Sarah King wrote 620 days ago

This is poetic writing that sings from the page. I can see why you have classified it as literary. Already backed a few days ago. Good luck with this, Sarah

Karina_Evans wrote 621 days ago

I love the reality in your writing; real words, situations, experiences, thoughts; they actually exist. I have backed based on the small amount I have had time to read, but will certainly leave it on my dusty bookshelf for a while longer.

rab14 wrote 623 days ago

Intelligent and grown-up prose make this a gentle read. The characters gradually unfold leading us into the story. THe protagonist is a complex character who has to care for his daughter and is often at a loss to understand his feelings on the matter. Chapter two is cleverly put together around a meal - an interesting concept. Good Luck K.J.

chuckylivesinme wrote 628 days ago

Very rough subject to write about, but you do it so well. You handle it with truth which is rare.
This is well written, with clever twists and turs to keep the reader hooked, without overdoing it.

I wasnt sure this was up my street, so to speak , but i loved it. the pages just flow.
backed - Clair

John Warren-Anderson wrote 628 days ago

A terrific, intelligent, well laid out read. The characters come to life at the very begining in their pronounciation game. It deserves a place on the desk.

HarrietG wrote 629 days ago

This is a fluid, slow read and one demanding of attention. It slips, as thoughts slip and slide, from one subject to another, circling the object of desire and wheeling off again at a tangent, as if some thoughts are too precious or too terrible to be held close for long. The plot is simple. What is far more interesting are all the digressions along the way, fragments of a life: work, science, relationships, politics. It's a mosaic that pieces together into a picture. The language is lovely 'soothing music for the pangs of a barren womb' and words well chosen for their rhythm and cadence (one nitpick here end of ch7: delete the 'up'. The lines flow more smoothly without it: 'How do I wake thee? let me count the ways.' I think it turns it back into iambic pentameter - the extra beat is jarring. I'd suggest deleting the second 'up' too, but certainly the first.)

All in all I loved this. The voice is perfect. I wish you success with it beyond Authonomy; success here seems within your grasp already. Best wishes, Harriet

Ferret wrote 629 days ago

Intriguing. Backed

Suzalex wrote 629 days ago

With your impressive resume', I'm not surprised to find this a well constructed and intriqueing story. My only nit-pick is your use of "that in a few of the sentences. I think they would flow better without.

Excellent work.

Suz

Ann Mynard wrote 631 days ago

This engaging book is one to make me want to leave all my chores and sit down with for a long read. I do like this writing. You even turn eating snails into a scene absorbing and original. Glad to back this and all the best with it, A.P.
Backed,
Ann Mynard (Windshadow)

LonnieNonnie wrote 634 days ago

I backed this then I came back to read a little more and I daresay I shall return again. I read once there are only 8 stories / plots or some such thing, boy meets girl, kills girl, lusts from afar etc etc but some do tell the story well, and you are one of them, most of the time. But sometimes sheer "cleverness" shines through and it detracts from the flow, like bowling along and suddenly, a stop sign. BFP

Duncan Watt wrote 635 days ago

Hi AP ...

Original theme and well written. Good characterisations and dialogue. There is not really a strong plot, but what there is, flows well. I have enjoyed what I have read, but there is some familiarity about your story that I cannot bring to mind. 'Backed'. Regards ... Duncan.

Fabrice Stuyvesant wrote 635 days ago

Really well written, I read the first chapter and (at random) chapter 10. Loved the sentence of marriage having run out of anger and hunger. And the gentle argument between chests. This book should find a publisher with ease. I'd happily read it as a book. Oozing with ideas and interesting thoughts. In my personal top 5 off Authonomy.

Fabrice, Club Wars

scorselo wrote 636 days ago

A well written interior monologue that keeps the reader's attention with wit and intelligence. Very subtle use of narration to develop plotlines and other characters. Beautiful tension, we're all waiting for the Marcel's implosion or explosion. This is a fine read produced by excellent writing. Nothing I can add to improve what you've set before me. Great Job

Backed
Scorselo

Neville wrote 638 days ago

Hi there, in your long pitch, I would change....' his high-strung ' to ' his highly-strung' , it would sound much better.
Also put a hyphen in, thus :- 'psycho-analyst.'
A very good story with plenty of description and excellent characters.
I like it and certainly back it.
SHELVED.

kind regards,

Neville (The Secrets Of The Forest - Book One)

Bonzo147 wrote 638 days ago

Intelligence beams from this rather unsettling narrative which makes for compelling reading....backed instantly.

Angus Shoor Caan
Violet Hiccup