Little gifts of flowers

On Martin Boyd's lost novel

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  • Published 20260505
  • ISBN: 978-1-923213-19-7
  • Extent: 196pp
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ALMOST IMMEDIATELY AFTER completing a draft of my novel, I become preoccupied with a letter housed in the National Library of Australia. The 1930s correspondence between the English and American publishers of an Australian novelist concerns their decision to reject that author’s most recent manuscript – so, of course, that’s where my thoughts fixate, yesterday’s triumph already faded to mocking echo:

We certainly would not dream of putting it on our own list, partly because it deals with homosexuality, but principally because it does not deal successfully with it, as for instance Thomas Mann does. Particularly I disliked the suggestion in the last chapter and other touches throughout the book of the more unpleasant side of this form of perversion: the little gifts of flowers and so forth. In short, it was not sufficiently tragic a book, as one dealing with this disastrous predilection should be.

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It’s safe to say, then, that Star’s protagonist is not a carbon copy of Mishima, despite the novelist’s status as Japan’s first Sūpāsutā (superstar). Twenty-three and blindingly gorgeous, Rikio Mizuno, known by the anglicised monomer Richie, is a Japanese James Dean. ‘I am a speeding car that never stops,’ Richie muses, conflating the icon with the instrument of his death. ‘I’m huge, shiny and new, coming from the other side of midnight… I ride and ride and never arrive.’ Unlike Dean, Richie survives past his twenty-fourth birthday, the addition of a single year weighing on him like a death sentence. At the story’s conclusion, when Richie is confronted by the crinkled visage of a matinee idol of yesteryear, he realises that having celebrated the twenty-fourth birthday Dean was denied by his Porsche 550 Spyder, ‘Little Bastard’, he has missed his chance to, as Dean said, ‘Live fast, die young and leave a good-looking corpse.’ 

Anyone who has been to a gay guy’s thirtieth birthday party will recognise the sentiment.

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