A Zest for Life
by Joan Irwin
It's tough to fight your way up from the bottom, to claw for an identity
and a place in the sun. But it's just as hard to fight your way down from
the top, out of the marshmallow world and into reality.
In his first novel, prize-winning young poet Leonard Cohen describes the
struggle of a bright young maverick eager to escape the toils of the wealthy
Jewish community in Montreal.
Lawrence Breavman is the only son of an ailing financier (who dies early
in the book without making much impression) and an old-fashioned Jewish mamma
who is lonely and bitter because nobody needs her (and who is a brilliantly
drawn figure). The book follows him, from the time he is a small boy until
he is a young man in his twenties, through friendships and love-affairs to
a growing awareness of himself and the world around him.
It's a beautiful story, joyously physical, witty, and introspective, written
with a wonderful surging intensity. A few poems from The Spice Box of
Earth are included, but the real poetry of The Favourite Game
is Lawrence Breavman's passionate, lyrical zest for life, for the beauties
of molten brass and fresh fish in ice, for the individuality of people and
places, noses and dawns.
Incidentally, the dust-jacket says that The Favourite Game itself
is love, which is not at all my impression. I know what I think it
is; you'll have to read The Favourite Game to know what you
think.
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