Elegantly written it may be, but there is something unpleasantly unsavoury and judgemental in Alan Hollinghurst’s somewhat pompous novel of obsession and personal identity.
Redolent of Thomas Mann’s Death in Venice or a gay Lolita, in moving to the historic Belgian city of Bruges to teach English conversation, the disaffected gay Edward Manners finds himself besotted with Luc, his effete young 17 year-old student. In his early 30s, Manners sees himself as something of an aesthete, obsessed with Luc as a thing of beauty rather than necessarily the boy himself. It’s a chaste obsession but with a hint of returned flirtation as an aloof Luc, initially unknowingly, is unaware of his tutor’s interest. Such emotional distance only encourages Manners, particularly as he is aware (but without details) of a sordid tale that led to the boy’s expulsion from his select school a year earlier.
But it being Hollinghurst, nothing is simple as a single narrative of obsession by an older man for a younger boy. Early in his time in the city, Manners becomes the lover of Cherif who himself becomes obsessed with the Englishman. But Manners’ passion for Luc means he cannot return the affection. With teaching insufficient to support his drinking, the tutor finds himself in an emerging (non-sexual) relationship with the father of Marcel, his second English conversation student. The curator and director of the museum dedicated to the (fictional) local symbolist artist Edgard Orst, Paul Echevin employs Manners. As the Englishman gets to know the older man, he discovers yet more tales of obsession.
It’s dense and dramatic, with arguably the most interesting part of the novel revealed when Manners is forced to return to Sussex for the funeral of ‘Dawn’, an ex-lover and schoolfriend killed in a car crash. Manners finally lets his guard down when reminiscing about his now departed schoolfriend and their exploration of sexuality together. Hollinghurst’s lyricism comes to the fore as his memories of two schoolboys are intertwined with the touching nostalgia of his father and his early death.
Hollinghurst is a sublime writer when on form. With The Folding Star, graphic sexual detail (not unusual for the novelist) as Manners enjoys encounters with locals and tourists alike in Bruges, but there’s something uncomfortable about his feelings for Luc and the readiness of others to not only understand but help.
Shortlisted for the 1994 Booker Prize but lost out to James Kelman and How late it was, how late…