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By John Hawkes

“I felt immediately, analyzing the 1st paragraph of Second Skin, that i used to be within the presence of the traits Nabokov thought of the hallmarks of artwork: interest, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy.” ― Jeffrey Eugenides

Skipper, an ex-World struggle II naval Lieutenant and the narrator of Second Skin, interweaves previous and present―what he refers to as his "naked history"―in a sequence of episodes that inform the tale of a unstable existence marked through pitiful losses, in addition to a extra elusive, overwhelming, pleasure. The prior: the suicides of his father, spouse and daughter, the homicide of his son-in-law, a brutal rape, and next mutiny at sea. the current: taking care of his granddaughter on a "northern" island the place he works as a man-made inseminator of cows, and makes an attempt to reclaim the innocence with which he confronted the tragedies of his prior lifestyles. Combining unflinching descriptions of affliction together with his experience of attractiveness, Hawkes is a grasp of nimble and sensuous prose who makes the grim and mundane extraordinary, and infrequently makes the wonderful surreal.

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