Mouth to Mouth
'Gripping... Shades of Patricia Highsmith and Donna Tartt' Vogue
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- $179.00
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A Barack Obama Summer Read
'Carries distinct shades of Patricia Highsmith and Donna Tartt... Supremely gripping'
Vogue, Best Books of the Year
Alone on the beach one morning, Jeff notices a swimmer drowning in the rough surf. He rescues and resuscitates the unconscious man, then quietly leaves when the emergency services take over. But Jeff can't let go of the events of that traumatic day and he begins to feel compelled to learn more about the man whose life he has saved.
Upon discovering that it was the renowned millionaire art-dealer Francis Arsenault, Jeff begins to visit his gallery, eventually applying there for a job. Although Francis doesn't seem to recognize Jeff, he soon takes him under his wing, initiating him into a world of unimaginable power and wealth. As Jeff finds himself seduced by the lifestyle, he pursues a deeper connection with Francis, until morals become expendable and their relationship becomes ever darker, leaving Jeff finally to wonder... should he have just let Francis drown?
'Devilish' Esquire, Best Books of the Year
'Jaw-dropping' Time, Must Read Book of the Year
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Wilson (Panorama City) explores the intertwined fates of two inscrutable men in the Los Angeles art world of the early 2000s in this shifty work of psychological suspense. The unnamed narrator, a novelist delayed at the airport on his way to Berlin, runs into an old college acquaintance, Jeff Cook. Jeff invites the narrator to the first class lounge, where he tells him a long story. Twenty years earlier, while strolling along the beach, Jeff resuscitated a drowning stranger, Francis Arsenault, a successful art dealer who showed no interest in his savior. Jeff, by contrast, attempted to learn everything about Francis, and ingratiated his way into Francis's gilded life—insisting to the narrator that his motives, though obscure even to himself, were not necessarily mercenary. Francis is a prickly figure, a "master manipulator" whose bullying and shady business practices caused the upright Jeff to belatedly question whether Francis was worth saving. Though the frame narrative can feel contrived, and Francis might not be as memorably monstrous as, say, Graham Greene's Harry Lime, the extended scenes of self-fashioning and occluded vision make good use of Patricia Highsmith's influence. There's plenty of satisfaction in watching the characters navigate the blurred line between plausibility and truth.
