The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things (Paperback)

~ J. T. Leroy (Author) "HIS LONG WHITE buck teeth hang out from a smile, like a wolf dog..." (more)
Key Phrases: deceitful above all things, Bugs Bunny, Canada Dry, Burger King (more...)

Editorial Reviews

From Publishers Weekly

LeRoy rose to considerable notoriety as the teenaged author of last year's Sarah, a novel about a gender-confused kid whose mother is a truckers' prostitute. In his latest work, a rawly written, riveting series of 10 interlocked stories that read fluidly as a novel, LeRoy returns to the themes of guilt and sin in the first-person voice of a boy so viciously abused by his caretakers that he is left with barely a sense of his own identity. Jeremiah is a child nobody wants, and he passes swiftly from foster parents to his angry and vindictive teenaged mother, Sarah, to his fanatically Evangelical grandparents. Sarah, herself badly wounded by her punishing, Bible-obsessed parents, gave birth to the boy when she was only 14; she returns at 18 to claim him. "Nobody takes what's mine," spouts the foul-mouthed, pill-popping, paranoid young woman. It's soon clear that Sarah cares nothing for her son, who becomes an unwelcome tagalong on her transient cross-country misadventures in hooking louche sugar daddies, stripping, turning tricks for truckers and cooking up explosive "crystal" in one boyfriend's cellar. The boy, who begins to crave Sarah's punishment as a way of keeping his life in balance, is frequently whipped for bed-wetting and is raped by her unsavory boyfriends; his denial of his sexuality becomes a pathetic attempt to identify with his tormentor. LeRoy depicts his ill-begotten characters as tenderly as Jean Genet, and delineates their acts of sadism and self-mutilation as unsparingly as A.M. Homes. Yet the stories resist spiraling into mere sensationalism. While Sarah becomes almost cartoonish in her savagery, the characters of the trucker child prostitute Milkshake and the lumbering biker Buddy are poignantly understated. Jeremiah, conflicted, emotionally bled but never self-pitying or defeated, elicits a gratifying sympathy. LeRoy's work is a startling achievement in his accelerating mastery of the literary form. (June)
Copyright 2001 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

From Library Journal

The stories collected in this volume by cult writer LeRoy, whose debut novel Sarah was published to critical acclaim, constitute a picaresque memoir set mainly in the urban underbelly of San Francisco. The author's challenge here is to extract something fresh from a terrain so familiar that it is a well-established microgenre, yet it's difficult to assess how well LeRoy succeeds, since one's judgment is inevitably skewed by the presentation of these stories as autobiographical. On the other hand, given how well LeRoy fulfils the ground rules of his narrative, its documentary value might be beside the point. This is the kind of work that gets described as "raw" and "honest," and while it certainly occupies a niche in the literary market, it's hard to imagine that this particular example is essential in any but the most comprehensive collections. Philip Santo, Metropolitan Museum of Art Lib., New York
Copyright 2001 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

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Product Details

• Paperback: 250 pages
• Publisher: Bloomsbury USA (June 1, 2002)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 1582342113
• ISBN-13: 978-1582342115
• Product Dimensions: 8.1 x 5.5 x 0.8 inches
• Shipping Weight: 10.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 2.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (94 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #466,735 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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17 of 18 people found the following review helpful:

2.0 out of 5 stars The Objective Eye, February 19, 2006

By	Finton Ameroy (Castro) - See all my reviews

I approached this volume of stories desiring not to be swayed by the current tides of public condemnation, which shouldn't really matter in terms of fiction anyway. Nevertheless, I can honestly say that it isn't importnat who wrote this book. Leroy or Albert, it's still a stinker, and a grand stinker at that. Perhaps now the dialogue should turn toward why so many were willing to praise this book in the first place, because the story, writing, and talent behind these stories is as transparent and meaningful and unique as cotton candy.

29 of 34 people found the following review helpful:

1.0 out of 5 stars The Writer Is Deceitful Above All Things, October 28, 2005

By	Poomy "always Poomy" (Bumf#@k Egypt) - See all my reviews

Who really cares if this guy ever existed or not, or if it's a middle aged housewife writing it or a former boy hustler, because either way it's sub par prose. If this book had been better I personally wouldn't care who wrote it or why, but it's simply poorly executed and sketchy in every sense. Save your cash on this one and read "Everything Is Illuminated" instead (now that's a real writer at work!).

28 of 33 people found the following review helpful:

2.0 out of 5 stars scratching my head now that the hype has been squashed, October 28, 2005

By	Tom "avid reader" (Stillwater, OK) - See all my reviews

This review is from: The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things (Paperback)

Okay, I always figured there was something suspect about Leroy's background. Now with the cat out of the bag, I have to confess that there's something about the writing that will perplex me for a while to come: When I believed SARAH, HAROLD'S END, and HEART were written by a young wunderkind with a heartbreaking past, I allowed myself to forgive much about the writing that seemed forced, over the top, and just downright questionable. Now that it's been revealed the writing comes from a 30-something woman who opted against the understandable use of a moniker and decided to pass Leroy off as real (ten points for the marketing coup, but minus fifty points for manipulating so many of us who felt real empathy for your invention), I just can't take this writing seriously anymore. Instead of coming off as the creative purging of a painful childhood, it now just reads like what it has become: the ramblings of someone who never was a child prostitute, never an addict, and never lived the life she is writing about and claiming to be real.

Perhaps J.T. is the product of a troubled woman with multiple personalities, and if that's the case there's at least a couple of more books she can write about along those lines.

Anyway, I'm very sorry to learn about Leroy being hoax. And, yes, it does make difference for how I feel about the writing.