Outside the
noisome compositions of ex-pat John Cale, the phrase “avant-garde”
is not heard often in Wales—from Lord Hereford’s Knob to Yr
Arwydd, the hills are not alive with daring experimental artists
eager to showcase their latest multimedia works. In the stringent
anti-avant culture of 1960/70s (and post-, and post-, and post-)
Britain, a Welsh novelist who takes up the mantels dropped by
Nicholas Mosley and co. was never fated to become a success. His
first novel, Meritocrats, is a waspish comedy-of-ill-manners
set in a nouveau riche milieu, and is a fantastic satirical
performance and hyper-referential homage to masters past and present.
Split into five sections, voiced by five members of the milieu, Evans
spins various narrative styles and modes to brilliant effect. Paul
Keller is the Stephen Dedalus of the piece, the son of Robert and
Sylvie, whose internal monologue is spliced into the action, and
whose incestuous feelings for his sister lead to an increase in
tormented and histrionic imagery. Sylvie Keller’s sections comprise
of pastiches, some of which are of Victorian authors (Austen or
Trollope?), and later more recognisable takes on the Penelope chapter
of Ulysses, and an amusing riff on Alain Robbe-Grillet (who
appears twice at one of the parties). Robert Keller, the
paterfamilias, has more conventional narration sprinkled with the
sexist opinions of the none-too-subtle Australian character—a
course millionaire in the Rupert Murdoch mould. Eric Foster,
“vernissage of the independent cinema”, is the most intriguing
experiment: a cinematographic narration, blending snippets from his
screenplays, pieces of real-time dialogue, and more theoretical
musings, mirroring the approach of his movies: New Wave French in
style, à la Bresson or
Godard. Gavin McNamara is the final voice: a caustic internal
monologue from an unconvincing Irish character, sprinkled with
amusing portmanteau words such as ‘marshgassers’, ‘simperjunket’,
and ‘gabledecock’, included self-consciously, so more
entertaining than embarrassing. These narrations are sequenced in
different orders over eight parts, mimicking the drunken headiness of
the endless parties taking place. The end product is a fantastic
intellectual romp that transcends its swinging ‘70s setting and
succeeds in impressing with each sentence. Stuart Evans also authored
the in-print (and so excluded for our purposes) The Caves of
Alienation, a documents novel that seems (unread at the time of
writing) to have expanded upon the philosophical musings in this
work, veering into similar fictional territory as Nicholas Mosley.
Four years past, I picked up Houses on the Site, a rather
deflating title, part of the Windmill Hill sequence, a quintet about
which little has been written—either Evans’ ambition spanning
over five novels resulted in unfocused and rather undazzling prose
(in evidence in that particular book, and a problem with Mosley’s
Catastrophe Practice quintet), or the sequence remains ripe for a
revival and several dozen academic papers and festschrifts. If this
brilliant debut is any indication, Evans is ripe for rediscovery. He
also wrote three thrillers with ‘Death’ in the title with his
wife Kay, (work that Robert Keller himself might have produced),
published as Hugh Tracy.
Editions:
Hardback, Hutchinson, 1974.
Bibliography:
Novels:
Death in Disguise (as Hugh Tracy), 1969, Robert Hale Ltd.
Career with Death (as Hugh Tracy), 1970, Robert Hale Ltd.
Meritocrats, 1974, Hutchinson.
Death in Reserve (as Hugh Tracy), 1976, Gollancz.
The Gardens at the Casino, 1976, Hutchinson.
The Caves of Alienation, 1977, Hutchinson.
Centres of Ritual, 1978, Hutchinson.
Occupational Debris, 1979, Hutchinson.
Temporary Hearths, 1982, Hutchinson.
Houses on the Site, 1984, Hutchinson.
Seasonal Tribal Feasts, 1987, Hutchinson.
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