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The Olive Grove Paperback – November 14, 2011
From the Author
Growing up I was influenced by the fantastic stories my father used to tell me about the Greek gods. A lover of mythology himself, my dad took time every night to point out constellations and weave the wondrous tales of the gods. I was spellbound by the struggles and the hubris of these beings who I believed to inhabit the sky. It was in this climate that I developed a fascination with magic and fantasy that continues to this day.
I didn't set out to write The Olive Grove, the story sort of wrote itself. As I toured the dilapidated ruins of Hadrian's Villa near Tivoli, inspiration struck. I was captivated by the olive groves along the periphery of the villa. Ancient, gnarled olive trees stretched in all directions. It was nearly ninety degrees that day and I had sweat pouring down my back. Perhaps the heat played a trick on me.
I could have sworn that I saw them-Satyrs of old darting between trees. I imagined them frolicking, feasting, dancing in some other parallel world kept alive by the ancient magic of the grounds. Certain places have mystical energy that, I believe, transcends time. Hadrian's Villa with it's sprawling galleries and baths and hundreds of acres worth of Roman greed certainly did. It was almost as if the blood and sacrifice of the slaves and workers that toiled on it had seeped into the earth. The feeling was uncanny.
As I touched the rough bark of one of these silent sentinels with olives the size of peas, the gears in my mind began churning. What if the lands of Dionysus bordered our world? What if these magical creatures did exist and walked amongst us in human guise? What if they could only emerge and cross the veil between worlds during festival times?
Like my main character Gia, I wondered in a daze through the pastoral fields dotted with red poppies, feeling as if I were being spied upon. The feeling was so real that as soon as I made it back to the hotel I began work on The Olive Grove. I worked on it every night, slowly falling in love with the world beyond the veil.
About the Author
Narcisse Navarre was born in Habana, Cuba in 1975. She grew up surrounded by nature in a world nearly devoid of media. Prompted by her father's nightly tales of the Greek Gods, folklore and magic, Narcisse's imagination blossomed into an extraordinary force in her life.
In 1984 she emigrated to the United States where she was able to realize her dream of becoming an artist, poet and author. Narcisse is an avid world traveler and adventure seeker. Whether she is wreck diving, zipping through jungles or strolling through Roman ruins, Narcisse is always looking for way to incorporate her experiences into her writing.
Narcisse has just finished co-authoring a fantasy novel called Tendrils of Fate which will be available soon. For more information visit: inksorcery.com
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"The Olive Grove" by Narcisse Navarre (@khajj) was the work, advertised as an erotic story. First I scanned the pages and, to be sure, the erotic scenes were there, including some very graphic descriptions. Nevertheless, the "mythological" tale led my mind to a destination quite different from what would have seem obvious.
It doesn't really matter if "The Olive Grove" is autobiographical or just the product of an open, pleasure-seeking mind. What seeps through the context is an admirable reproduction of the fantasies, desires, fears and doubts many women carry in their souls. Graphic eroticism cannot and does not overshadow the main trait of a woman's libido, a factor that may be the key difference between the two genders: How an individual's libido perceives sex.
I was lucky enough to gain the confidence of a few women over the past four decades, to the point where I heard them relate such fantasies and fears. The lesson learned, albeit it may sound obvious was: Men view sex as the basis and a permanent goal in a relationship, women see it as ONE part of a more encompassing, long-term spiritual bonding.
Gia, the tale's heroine, opens her soul to let the male reader glimpse a woman's mind at work, while a female reader will certainly relate to the core of those thoughts. Sensibility will lead both to enjoy the carnal moments, while wondering how such fantastic events will end.
And the end comes with a touch that confirms the lessons I learned. Maybe the two genders will never fully understand and support each other, but it's good to know one can peep through a window that is just a tad ajar and catch a woman at her truly naked state of mind.
It is a short tale that offers the added benefit of long-term pondering, and that is why I say the peep was worth it.
This is certainly (and thankfully) not your everyday read; the combination of erotica and fantasy was quite the treat, and held true throughout the entire tale. The Olive Grove will most definitely satisfy its reader, yet leave one delightfully desirous of more.