My paperback copy of The Exhibitionist arrived minus a front cover.
That is what literary scholars call symbolism.
The Exhibitionist: A Novel by Henry Sutton
Fawcett Crest Book, 1968 [paper], 479 pp. 1967 bestseller #10. My grade: D-.
The Exhibitionist is a novel about film people who seem to spend most of their lives minus a front cover.
Or back cover.
The story begins in a small town in Montana, where a traveling salesman gets a young girl drunk, and seduces her.
Her father, himself the son of an unwed mother, brings her home where she bears a son, Amos Meredith Houseman.
When Amos is old enough, he is seduced by his high school drama teacher. Then Amos goes off to drama school, studies acting, and becomes film star Meredith Houseman.
Amos’s first wife, Elaine, has a child whom they name Meredith but call Merry.
Merry’s parents divorce, and each remarries.
Amos has several marriages, many liaisons.
Merry grows up anything but merry. She craves love and attention, but she’ll settle for attention.
Merry, too, goes into the film business. She becomes a commercial success and a moral bankrupt.
Merry goes home to Montana to have her baby and “a new beginning.”
This depraved tale is rendered more reprehensible by the fact that David R. Slavitt — Henry Sutton is a pseudonym —
What a waste of talent.
© 2017 Linda Gorton Aragoni