| Publisher | Brook st Pr; American First edition (March 1, 2004) |
|---|---|
| Language | English |
| Hardcover | 225 pages |
| ISBN-10 | 0972429530 |
| ISBN-13 | 978-0972429535 |
| Item Weight | 12.2 ounces |
| Dimensions | 5.75 x 0.75 x 8.5 inches |
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Ira Foxglove Hardcover – March 1, 2004
Along the way we are introduced to a world of unique characters: Ira, who is refining his latest invention, a prosthetic heart; his friend Neptune, a blimp pilot who likes to use his airship for Icelandic fishing trips; Portia, his aquatically-obsessed estranged wife; and Peaches, the hot tomato who helps Ira realize what he really wants and how to get it.
In his unique combination of science, fantasy, humor, and a deep understanding of our constant search for love, McMahon weaves a story that deepens with each reading.
- Print length225 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherBrook st Pr
- Publication dateMarch 1, 2004
- Dimensions5.75 x 0.75 x 8.5 inches
- ISBN-100972429530
- ISBN-13978-0972429535
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He's not much of a stylist, and some of the racier elements of the 70s seemed to have bored a hole in McMahon's libido. As Foxglove watches a play rehearsal, he notices that: "All three were in faded blue jeans like Henley's, but through a split in one of the men's pants it was possible to verify that he wore no undershorts." And a few pages later, " Her arms were thin and languid in the long sleeves. Certain kinetic effects verified that she wore no bra."
His ingenue snaps, "You big mother-grabbing bully."
"You said it," Wolf came back. "Grabbing you is like grabbing somebody's mother."
I don't remember "mother-grabbing" as a word with any currency, but maybe in the scientific community it had a sort of lingua franca that escaped laymen. "Peaches lay still and breathed deeply. She held the wrist of my anal hand in a tight grip." It's almost as though it was a translation from some other language--"my anal hand"--excuse me?
That said, IRA FOXGLOVE is a romp through autumnal ardor by a respected author, and will please many.
McMahon's joint thinking lines of scientist and artist are not unique: Michelangelo was both architect and writer (among other gifts) and William Carlos Williams joined a medical career with writing poetry. But unlike most minds whose focus is on both the analytic and the sensual - the Apollonian and the Dionysian - Mc Mahon delves into the surreal, plays with dreams and other imaginings, and creates stories that embrace humor, fantasy, whimsy, satire cum wit, and a very human pathos. The term `magical realism' has been attached to his work and while there are similarities with the works of Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Kurt Vonnegut, such a `classification' seems confining to his style.
IRA FOXGLOVE is the narrator of this novel - a man who has rather suddenly come to face his mortality when his heart weakens and alters his entire life. An example of Mc Mahon's wit: Foxglove is the common name for the primary heart medicine - the digitalis plant. Ira is an inventor and has had several good ideas that he allows to escape to other's hands, one of these being inflatable fabrics that never get dirty. Ira's wife Portia, who measures her life by her swimming sessions, leaves Ira and flies to Europe for adventurous escape, landing eventually in London with Dawlish Warren, a strange lover of sorts. Ira's daughter is studying in Paris with an artsy group of bohemians. Finding himself without much future Ira decides to fly to Europe in an attempt to reconcile his diasporic family. His mode of transportation: a blimp piloted by his friend Neptune who has a penchant for fishing in odd locations en route. Once in London Ira observes Portia's life, decides to visit his daughter Henley in Paris where he is oddly at one with her bohemian housemates. He surrenders to Henley's bizarre lifestyle, even participating momentarily in one of her plays. He feels an awakened passion for one of Henley's friends, Peaches, and in his becoming reacquainted with lust he "invents" an artificial heart that would not require implanting inside the body (oddly based on a tomato skin!) which promises to provide him with a solution to his own weakened heart. The pace of events speeds along disastrously resulting in his becoming truly aware of his daughter's love and wins back Portia's interest and passion and departs his European journey a resurrected man. The precise way in which the ending is brought about is left for the discovery of the reader; giving it away would lessen the joy of reading.
This tale may seem slight but it is in the telling that the magic abounds. Mc Mahon writes with a singing poetic voice ("We talked her whole childhood away.") that hints of his informed scientific mind yet soars beyond, as though knowing how things `work' allows him the luxury of disregarding facts in favor of fantasy.
This novel secures Mc Mahon's permanent place in the realm of great American writers. Would that there were more!
