Not exactly bursting with fresh ideas and certainly old-fashioned.

The book seems to lack innovation and feels rather outdated.

However, there is one concept in it that I find quite interesting.

That is the idea of getting a tramp stamp that says "Abandon all hope ye who enter here."

This phrase, with its dark and mysterious connotations, adds a touch of edginess and uniqueness.

It could be a bold statement for someone who wants to make a memorable and perhaps even a bit controversial fashion choice.

While the overall book may not be filled with revolutionary concepts, this particular idea stands out and makes one wonder about the various ways people express themselves through body art.

It also shows that sometimes, even in the midst of old-fashioned ideas, there can be a glimmer of something new and exciting.

Perhaps this concept could inspire others to think outside the box and come up with their own creative and unconventional ways to make a statement.

SING SING






“Falconer” was born during a creative writing course that Cheever held in the Ossining Correctional Facility, commonly known as Sing Sing prison.



Farragut comes from a family that was once millionaire but then lost almost everything, a family that seems to have come out of a Wes Anderson film, any one, where people are always extremely disconnected. Farragut associates his mother's image with a Degas painting that depicts a woman with a vase of chrysanthemums: not exactly the concept of maternal serenity and welcome. And the father's image isn't much brighter either. Farragut doesn't remember him, but his father invited to dinner the doctor who was supposed to procure an abortion for his mother but didn't, and Farragut was born.






Edgar Degas: Woman with Chrysanthemums, 1865.



Farragut comes from a marriage with a beautiful woman who seems like a movie actress or a model, and who has always used sex to dominate him, crush him, humiliate him, giving it to him in controlled doses and always in compensation for a particular sacrifice imposed on him, a kind of reward.


Farragut comes from World War II where he fought, and the military doctor, to send them to attack the Japanese, jungles, mosquitoes and more, filled them with a cough syrup that over time led him to consume benzedrine and then become a heroin addict.


Farragut comes from a human consortium whose tacit rule is to conform to the cruel edicts of a blasphemous society, where his bisexuality is easily interpreted as homosexuality, which is considered a depravity, and so he has to repress his instinct and his sexuality.






“One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest – Somebody Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”.



Can the Falconer prison be a more limiting and rigid prison than his life has been so far?

Falconer, who was convicted of killing his brother (he hit him with the fireplace poker, the brother fell and hit his head and died), has a biblical name, Ezekiel, and fratricide always refers back to the Bible.


I have read that Falconer represents a very different Cheever from the usual - and I can neither confirm nor deny because I have limited direct knowledge, this, The Swimmer and little else - and I have read that this novel is still considered one of his highest peaks.







Cheever began writing it while teaching a writing course in the prison known as Sing Sing: it tells of an institution made of bars, gates, grates, keys, handcuffs and chains. But we are light years away from the typical prison novel, the “prison novel”, and even more from the film genre on the subject.

The community of detainees reminds me rather of the loonies, both real and presumed, of the film One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest – Somebody Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. And Cheever shows them all as human, more than human, he tells about them using and evoking tenderness, sympathy, empathy.


But I think the same can be said of the world of the guards, those authorized to exercise repression and punishment, who live the tension of the job, feel fear, are capable of a kind gesture accompanied by stinging words, give gifts to the prisoners (Tiny brings Farragut the tomatoes from his garden).






Chen Chieh-Jen, People Pushing, 2007-2008.



And although the ending, with that escape à la Count of Monte Cristo, which follows another equally outrageous escape, but this one at least planned and prepared, seems to fit into the more well-known genre, the tone that Cheever adopts is always quite different: very ironic, at times funny, almost dreamy. Whoever defined him as a ’spiritual’ in my opinion came very close to the truth.






Carlo Traini: Shy Souls.

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Δυνατό / Βίωμα & στυλ / ο Cheever μένει να ανακαλυφθεί εκ νέου.

Cheever is a remarkable figure whose works and style continue to be rediscovered. His unique perspective and literary talent offer a wealth of exploration.

The confinement and the hardships he endured have also left an indelible mark on his writing. It is through these experiences that he was able to create such profound and engaging stories.

The translation by Ιλάειρας Διονυσοπούλου is of very high quality. It captures the essence and spirit of Cheever's original works, allowing readers to fully appreciate his genius.

With this new translation, more people will have the opportunity to discover the beauty and depth of Cheever's writing, and to be inspired by his unique vision.

Overall, the rediscovery of Cheever and the excellent translation by Ιλάειρας Διονυσοπούλου are both significant events in the literary world.

Falconer is a remarkable work that goes beyond being just a prison novel. It stands as a great American novel with profound themes that are not always easy to grapple with but are essential to understanding the human condition. John Cheever, drawing from the pain of his own life, weaves a story of fidelity, mortality, and captivity set in a fictional upstate New York penitentiary in the post-Attica era.

Ezekiel Farragut, once a college professor and a drug addict, now finds himself as an inmate in Falconer Correctional Center after killing his brother. The cell keeper, Tiny, poses the question, "Farragut, Farragut, why is you a addict?" The book, told mostly in flashback, endeavors to answer this question while also providing a clear snapshot of 1970s America. Just as we view the "ugly parts" of Anna Karenina or From Here to Eternity as integral to the story, Falconer too deserves the same level of respect and recognition.

"Farragut, Farragut, why is you a addict?"

Υπερσυγκλο Τσιβερ!
Βιβλιαρα!

Hypercyclic Tsiver!
Bookstore!

This short and vivid exclamation seems to convey a sense of excitement and enthusiasm. The term "Hypercyclic Tsiver" might refer to a person or a place that is full of energy and activity. It could be a bustling street, a lively market, or a dynamic individual.

The word "Bookstore" that follows further adds to the atmosphere. A bookstore is a haven for knowledge seekers, a place where one can lose oneself in the pages of a good book. It is a place that combines the charm of literature with the tranquility of a quiet corner.

Together, these two words create a mental image of a vibrant and inviting place. It makes one wonder what kind of treasures await within the Hypercyclic Tsiver and the bookstore. Maybe there are rare books, hidden gems of literature, or simply a cozy nook where one can relax and read.

Whether it is a real place or just a figment of the imagination, the idea of Hypercyclic Tsiver and the bookstore is enough to激发 curiosity and spark the imagination.

I’m not entirely certain that this novel should be best comprehended when contrasted with other remarkable prison novels, as numerous reviewers tend to do.

Cheever’s prose in this concise novel is truly masterful and captivating. It features an intriguing structure, mainly weaving together anecdotes about the pasts of the other prisoners and his own arduous struggle to overcome opium withdrawal.

Regrettably, this novel is unjustly criticized for not adhering to a thrilling plot or not delving into the issues of the penal system that many other prison works address. This has further strengthened my belief that Falcolner is often seriously misinterpreted.

I must admit that at times it can be a bit perplexing, and there are moments in this already short novel that are a bit of a chore to get through. Nevertheless, I truly relished it. Cheever is incredibly talented, and his vocabulary is so sophisticated that it’s difficult to fathom that he never graduated from college.

I am deeply grateful to one of my supervisors for making me aware of his existence and his outstanding work.

This is a truly remarkable book that I discovered in a used book store. I have cherished it for several years now. I believe it was published in 1977.

The story is about a man who is sentenced to prison for murdering his brother. It is not only an awakening tale but also provides a vivid explanation of the society and values in the 70's. Sadly, it also shows how some things have changed or perhaps remained the same.

This book is a quick read, yet it holds an incredible amount of depth and significance. It makes you think about the human condition and the choices we make.

If you have the opportunity to find a copy of this book, I highly recommend giving it a try. It is refreshingly unique and well-written, and it will surely leave a lasting impression on you.

Danny

For Cheever, this book is quite unusual when compared to the brilliance of his short stories. It offers a much more rewarding experience and a deeper exploration. It is a captivating story that delves into the themes of crime, punishment, and redemption. Truly, it is a work of grace, as redemption is not simply earnest. What makes this book even more remarkable is the honesty of its secondary characters. Spoiler alert: there are no false or one-dimensional characters here! It is a book that belongs to the era of the 1970s. The "gay stuff" in it is quite astonishing for Cheever and for that time period. I found myself completely engrossed in all the tales - those of his wife, his brother, his prison boyfriend, and ultimately, his "escape" and rebirth in a sense. It is a book that leaves a lasting impression and makes one think deeply about the human condition.

In the span of two years, I have delved into two remarkable literary prison novels. Last year, I embarked on the journey with "Hard Rain Falling", a novel that, in my opinion, I have a slightly greater affinity for compared to John Cheever's shorter work.

Both novels explore the same subject matter. They touch upon suppressed homosexuality, the exploration of life within the confines of prison walls, and the exploitation that occurs there. "Hard Rain Falling" hits with a powerful force, compelling you to endure the pain and, to be honest, it presents a rather bleak picture. On the other hand, Cheever takes the harsh and cruelly gray prison system and weaves together humor and tragedy. He transforms a single block in the prison into a vivid ensemble of characters, including philandering cat lovers, perpetual masturbators, and a smart-mouthed cuckold who runs a prison racket with humorous irony. It combines the heaviness of "Hard Rain Falling" with a Sundance-like wit, and at times, it is lyrical and features charming dialogue.

This novel is a must-read, and I would highly encourage that "Hard Rain Falling" be considered as a companion piece to it. Having read both, I felt that I was able to fully appreciate the diverse approaches to the very same subject matter.

First of all, this is not a novel for people who love cats.

Anyone who harbours any kind of affection for cats should think twice about picking it up.

Cats do not fare well in this novel. They are often mistreated, ignored, or even killed.

The author seems to have a vendetta against these可爱的 creatures.

Second of all, this is not a novel for anyone who likes people.

Anyone who harbours any kind of affection for people should think twice about picking it up.

People do not fare well in this novel either.

They are portrayed as cruel, selfish, and heartless.

The story is full of violence, betrayal, and sadness.

The sentences are exquisite; masterful.

The author has a great command of the language and uses it to create vivid images and powerful emotions.

However, the structure is tiresome.

The story drags on and on, with no clear direction or purpose.

The intent is lost on me.

I cannot understand what the author is trying to say or what message they are trying to convey.

Perhaps it is a commentary on the human condition, or a satire on society.

But whatever it is, it fails to engage me or move me.

This book is truly a remarkable blend of the inventive and the conventional. It has the potential to make for a thoroughly pleasant beach read.

John Cheever demonstrates an impressive ability to handle both a wide lyrical range and, dare I say it, a well-crafted plot! Indeed, it is an achievement that he pulls off so effectively.

In "Falconer," he delves into the sordid details of a heroin addict who is sentenced to prison for fratricide. The story explores elements such as the gay lover, the methadone, the riots, and the cat killing, all with a prosody that seems almost unachievable.

Moreover, this is not simply a victim's story. Cheever's strength lies in his ability to understand and convey all the mental games we play, while at the same time making these games both serious and awkward. He portrays the grossness of humanity with grace and wit, and further reveals many of our prides and prejudices as the free associations of benevolent chance.

Cheever also artfully deals with an explosion of rhetorical ideals within a man who is essentially thrown into a featureless cell and forgotten by society. This book is nothing short of a masterpiece. In all honesty, if it were judged solely on plot, it might not be one that I would immediately pick up, read the jacket, and say, "this sounds good." Fortunately, I began with the first sentence and was completely hooked, unable to put it down.