Hell [Deckle Edge] [Hardcover]

Robert Olen Butler (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: September 8, 2009

Hatcher McCord is an evening news presenter who has found himself in Hell and is struggling to explain his bad fortune. He’s not the only one to suffer this fate—in fact, he’s surrounded by an outrageous cast of characters, including Humphrey Bogart, William Shakespeare, and almost all of the popes and most of the U.S. presidents. The question may be not who is in Hell but who isn’t. McCord is living with Anne Boleyn in the afterlife but their happiness is, of course, constantly derailed by her obsession with Henry VIII (and the removal of her head at rather inopportune moments). One day McCord meets Dante’s Beatrice, who believes there is a way out of Hell, and the next morning, during an exclusive on-camera interview with Satan, McCord realizes that Satan’s omniscience, which he has always credited for the perfection of Hell’s torments, may be a mirage—and Butler is off on a madcap romp about good, evil, free will, and the possibility of escape. Butler’s depiction of Hell is original, intelligent, and fiercely comic, a book Dante might have celebrated.

Editorial Reviews

From Publishers Weekly

Prolific Pulitzer–winner Butler features a colorful cast of underworld dwellers in his latest novel, and, as in Severance and Intercourse, captures stream-of-consciousness in delicious, unleashed rhythm. On the downside, Butler pushes his love for thematic concept to new levels of explicit puppetry (read: gimmick). Hatcher McCord, an anchorman on the Evening News from Hell, reports on hellishly banal traumas while real-life persons suffer hilarious punishment: Adolf Hitler is repeatedly executed, only to be reassembled gruesomely, his face like a stitched football. All are ruled by a smarmy, Armani-clad Satan who smells noxiously of Old Spice aftershave, is only reachable by voice mail and blames everything on his father issues. But when McCord discovers that Satan can't read his mind, McCord becomes a vehicle for free will. Newly empowered, he attempts sexual and emotional relations with the love of his afterlife, a headless Anne Boleyn who gives great (if terrifying) oral sex. Butler's lust for the tabloid romp and his stream of the never-ending punch line both irritates and illuminates. The reader's taste will have to be the final arbiters of worth. (Sept.)
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Review

“Butler has been honing his profound empathy and wild imagination in electrifying collections of short fiction. He now unchains himself in this furiously detailed, harrowing, and gruesomely funny satire, taking on everything from genocide to advertising, journalistic ethics to marital bickering. The result is a scorching and cathartic novel of delusion, pain, crimes great and small, just deserts, and the capacity for change.”—Booklist

“Prolific Pulitzer-winner Butler features a colorful cast of underworld dwellers in his latest novel, and, as in Severance and Intercourse, captures stream-of consciousness in delicious, unleashed rhythm.”—Publisher’s Weekly

“The fresh hell described by Robert Olen Butler’s new novel is crammed with random celebrities. It is plagued by modern problems like four-hour erections and crashing hard drives. Patrolled by Satan’s minions (among them, two of the Bee Gees) dressed in powder-blue jumpsuits, it’s filled with bookstores that optimistically open with new owners at every sunrise — only to go out of business by the end of each day. If the books they can’t sell in hell are maddeningly uneven, ever bouncing between passable wit and sophomoric giggles. Mr. Butler’s slapdash “Hell” deserves shelf space there.” —Janet Maslin, New York Times

“Robert Olen Butler's Hell is the perfect summer read . . . the prose flows in a seemingly effortless stream . . . [leading] to complex and exquisitely written set pieces of inspired insight into the sinful and broken nature of humanity.”—News and Observer

“In Hell, Robert Olen Butler has given us a rare treat —a novel that explores the darker side of human nature while making you laugh so hard iced tea almost comes out your nose . . . McCord's search for the elusive back door culminates in a fascinating trip to heaven and some interesting conclusions about the nature of being human. It’s a strange trip . . . if you like contemporary authors such as David Maine and Glen Duncan you will enjoy Butler.”—Tampa Tribune

“One can imagine that Pulitzer Prize winner Butler had a grand time writing this endlessly witty and inventive novel. Readers will find it wildly comic and thought-provoking.”—Library Journal

“Butler plays his winning game at full length . . . The physical comedy goes beyond anything in all but a handful of American novels. The image of Jagger prancing through “The Polish Sausage Polka,” in lederhosen, is but the tip of Hell’s iceberg . . . his wild hair of a Hell manages both to sneak around Dante’s and deliver an uproarious refutation to Jean-Paul Sarte’s.”—Bookslut

“I’ll never stop believing it: Robert Olen Butler is the best living American writer, period.” —Jeff Guinn, Fort Worth Star-Telegram

“No writer in America today can be said to surpass Butler in the eating-his-cake-and-having-it-too category: He’s literary and entertaining, serious and funny. Within his clear and fluent narratives, there usually nestles complexity, if you care to look for it.” —Chauncey Mabe, South Florida Sun-Sentinel

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Product Details

• Hardcover: 240 pages
• Publisher: Grove Press (September 8, 2009)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0802119018
• ISBN-13: 978-0802119018
• Product Dimensions: 8.5 x 5.8 x 0.9 inches
• Shipping Weight: 1 pounds (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 3.2 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (24 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #869,997 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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18 of 18 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Paved with good intentions, September 12, 2009

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David H. Holtzman (Herndon, VA USA) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Hell (Hardcover)

I liked this book. I had read the New York Times book review and picked up a copy on a whim.

Butler's view of Hell is that it's full of people, almost all people that have ever lived. They're tormented, but not really too much. People occasionally catch on fire or are caught in a flaming sulfurous rain or feel compelled to throw themselves off of a building, but it's still a far cry from a Bosch painting.

Hell in this novel is really about compulsion. Bill Clinton is forced to unzip and wait for any woman to come by, Anne Boleyn is still obsessed with Henry VIII (although nominally she is Hatcher, the protagonist's, girlfriend). J. Edgar Hoover still cross-dresses.

There is very little retribution or punishment in this hell, other than a little Hitler hunting. The punishments that are inflicted on individuals are more psychological and personal than societal.

The main character is a TV anchorman named Hatcher. His job gives him carte blanche to travel around Hell and meet interesting people, with Dick Nixon as his autohomicidal chauffeur, no less. Along the way he discovers that he has free will because Satan cannot read his mind. He then sets out on a quest to reach heaven, loosely aided by Judas Iscariot and Virgil, among others. He sets out to accomplish this by contacting his ex-wives to find out what was wrong with him.

What happens when he achieves his goal is what the book's really about. What is heaven? What is hell? And maybe, just a little bit of what is life? That's the question that the author really tries to poke at, I think, although I'm not sure how successful he really was at that. The ending was a little predictable, IMHO, although where he places the road to heaven is kind of novel.

All in all, a good read with great descriptive passages and a surprisingly strong set of characters, although maybe not so surprising, given that he had all of history to work with. Anyone who likes Vonnegut or Tom Wolfe would probably like this book.

For the record, the Kindle formatting was atrocious, dropping letters all over the page.

8 of 8 people found the following review helpful:

3.0 out of 5 stars HELL rewards its readers with a heartfelt, but not maudlin, conclusion, September 21, 2009

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This review is from: Hell (Hardcover)

There's a line of Baudelaire's that aptly describes Robert Olen Butler's depiction of Hell: "An oasis of horror in a desert of boredom." This isn't to say HELL is a tedious read --- far from it --- but think less fire and brimstone and more the sorrowful regret of Hades, the traumatic everyday reductio ad absurdum.

This is a thoroughly modern Hell --- one that advances with the ages of humanity, a kind of torture for older "denizens" who find themselves increasingly lost in an advancing world. There is TV. There is email. There are traffic jams, which are eternally long. And the sex is always unsatisfying, no matter how hard you try otherwise. This being Hell, every moment of your day is an opportunity for Satan to have his way with you, but his tortures are subtle and mundane. To break up the normal humdrum of Hell, there's the occasional violent physical trauma: Cerberus is rabid and on the loose again, or flaming hail comes down in large enough chunks to burn and shatter your body until it reconstitutes. But whether this is a worse form of torture than hitting your knee on the coffee table every time you walk past it is one of Butler's bemusing unanswered questions.

HELL spares no expense on the living and recently deceased. In the Dantean tradition of gleefully devising tortures for individuals the author doesn't like very much, there's no shortage of historical and recent celebrities, politicians and public figures suffering in unique ways: William Randolph Hearst is reduced to a blogger who can't figure out CAPS LOCK; George W. Bush is the Wile E. Coyote to Bin Laden's Road Runner; Bill Clinton waits in a seedy motel for a girl --- any girl --- who never comes. There's also some odes to Dante's version of Hell: there remains wandering nomads stalking each other while leering. But while in the rather un-PC INFERNO this is the punishment for homosexuality, Butler's Hell assigns this fate to celebrity bloggers, doomed to launch petty barbs at each other for eternity. Unrestrained by a rather limiting nine circles, Butler's Hell is tailor-made to each damned soul, and it becomes increasingly obvious that no souls have escaped Hell's grasp. Religious leaders of all the major faiths repent in vain.

HELL is more atmosphere than anything else. It's detailed but elusive, denying easy categorization or comprehension. Hell has a way of continually escaping our understanding: denizens find their way drawn into tortures they never expected, Satan seems more or less schizophrenic, and the Great Metropolis is an endless grid of streets named Peachtree and Lucky. But it's also one of the most charming views of eternal suffering you're ever likely to read.

The plot concerns a network newscaster, Hatcher McCord, now anchorman for the "Evening News from Hell" (whenever evening decides to show up), who's dating an often-headless Anne Boleyn still attached to her beloved Henry VIII. But Hatcher is more interesting as a vehicle for us to learn about Hell and its carnivalesque practices. McCord is a combined Virgil and Dante: as confused as the rest of us, but still an experienced denizen capable of giving us a complete tour. As a foil-type character, he (rather cynically) shows us how Hell isn't that much different from life: everyone is there, too trapped within their self-torturing minds to recognize the suffering of those around them. Much like Earth, Hell offers oases of horror --- often the horror of self-realization in a desert of the mundane. It's a barbed truth that takes some time to sink in, but once you begin to suspend your disbelief about Butler's Hell, it feels almost self-evident.

Unfortunately this plot is often clumsy and aimless, dropping storylines to pick them up only much later (if at all) and possessing so little continuity as to be too confusing, even for a surreal portrait of the underworld. The satire at times feels overdone. McCord is a charming character, but wouldn't be interesting enough in his own right were he not a foil for the rest of us. But his suffering and attempts at redemption (a rare attempt for the long-suffering, defeated denizens of Hell) are genuine, and HELL rewards its readers with a heartfelt, but not maudlin, conclusion offering a restrained, human form of redemption as the answer to false messiahs and blind faith. There's hope for us, somewhere.

--- Reviewed by Max Falkowitz

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4.0 out of 5 stars If Hell is Other People, What is Heaven?, September 13, 2010

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This review is from: Hell (Hardcover)

This is a good book. It's rare -- a provocative book that raises serious questions but is very entertaining, and even a fast read.

Robert Olen Butler won a Pulitzer Prize for an earlier book, A Good Scent from a Strange Mountain. He's an excellent writer who writes almost breezily about serious subjects. Here the subject is self-absorption, conscience, guilt, and redemption. The lead character is Hatcher McCord, anchorman for the Evening News from Hell. If that sounds odd, it's representative of how Butler treats life in Hell. It's not just pools of molten sulfur (although it sometimes is) so much as a depressing version of ordinary life, with seemingly everyone who ever lived on Earth gathered to suffer together. At one point, Hatcher and one of his ex-wives sit reflecting on their lives together on Earth and in Hell:

Hatcher thinks: We only hurt each other. "Why are we here?" he says, softly.
"We were always here," she says.

That is the question that Hatcher poses to his on-air interview subjects, including J. Edgar Hoover, Bill Clinton, Richard Nixon, and even Satan himself -- "Why do you think you're here?" Each, with the exception of Satan, answers with some account of what they have done to deserve being in Hell. But another way to take the question, especially given how much Hell resembles ordinary life, is, "What is my purpose in Hell?" or "What am I here in Hell to do?" That would seem an especially poignant question, given that you will be there forever.

Hatcher is there to escape. Everyone wants to escape from Hell. And Hatcher comes to believe that escape is possible.

The question is what escape would mean. Everyone is in Hell, suffering all together. Where else is there to go? Who would be there? What would Heaven be?