A melancholy Dionysus is re-born in 20th century Rome and creates a new cult – three teenage girls who will do anything to prove their devotion.
“No one in this city has believed in me for two thousand years. I’m unknown and unloved. And I’m very, very ill.” He sighed, and the sound chilled her blood. “Give me your hand.”
Dionysus is re-born in a city which is never named, but which can only be Rome. He doesn’t understand how or why he’s there again – a pagan god in a city where he has no believers.
Weak and disorientated, he’s sleeping rough when he meets fifteen year old Grace; a chance encounter in the streets of the Jewish Ghetto leads to the beginnings of an unconventional relationship. It seems that the god needs Grace more than she needs him, but along with her best friends, Caroline and Sara, she overcomes scepticism and fear to become his worshipper.
This is the beginning of their secret lives – prayers, shrines and “sleepovers” that are actually bacchanals. Their families are suspicious and their schoolwork begins to suffer, but after the first bloodshed, they know that there’s no turning back.
As Dionysus feeds off the energy of his vulnerable new followers, revelling in the chaos and violence of the bacchanals, it becomes clear that he is using the girls as a means to an end. His memories of past incarnations inspire the eventual climax on the Aventine Hill – the night to end his exile.
A cross between The Bacchae and The Secret History, In Exile is a teenage Greek tragedy set in 20th century Rome. The novel explores the themes of identity, sexuality, friendship and belief, and is an original study of a powerless, melancholy god living in exile in the Eternal City. It’s also a book for anyone who has ever been enchanted by Rome, a city which, like Dionysus, belongs to the past, waiting uneasily on the threshold of the modern era.
The latter by no means declared the ancient gods to be myths, inventions of falsehood and error, as did the philosophers, but held them to be evil spirits, who, through the victory of Christ, had been hurled from the summit of their power, and now dragged along their miserable existences in the obscurity of dismantled temples or in enchanted groves, and by their diabolic arts, through lust and beauty, particularly through dancing and singing, lured to apostasy unsteadfast Christians who had lost their way in the forest.... – Heinrich Heine
A white pyramid. When he opened his eyes he could see nothing but bright stone, splitting the sky in two. For a while he lay in the grass, watching it through half-closed lids. The world was too bright, too real.
If he closed his eyes, he could almost pretend that he wasn’t there, but his breaths betrayed him. He was alive. There was no smoke this time, no hand coming to grab him from the flames, but he was alive.
When the pain of his headache had softened a little, he tried to sit up so he could look around. Behind him, the grass was scattered with white tombstones. If he crawled towards them, he could reach the shade of the umbrella pines. Despite the early hour it was already hot. His naked skin was a deep gold, and he was in no danger of burning, yet the intensity of the sunlight was too much for him. He dragged himself into the shade, flinching at the sensation of the rough grass on his skin. He couldn’t bear to touch anything. He had been away too long.
Later it would dawn on him how unfair it was, how desperately unfair that he should be awake again for no reason. The others were long dead, yet here he was again. Why him? Why now? Why here? Wherever here was…
As his eyes adjusted to the light, he was still too dazed to think clearly. He drew his knees up to his chest and tried to remember, but everything was blank. No, not blank – just dim and distant, as if glimpsed through a dark cloud. The past could not help or release him, so it was better not to dwell on it. The first thing was to find out where he was. In a sense it didn’t really matter, but it would help him decide what to do next.
On his hands and knees among the tombstones – the columns, angels and mysterious doorways – he searched until he found a clue. At last, here were words he could read. Above the wildflowers, between the death and the date, there was the name of a city.
He remained crouched in front of the tombstone, whispering the name to himself. So he was here again. It had been a long time – four or five hundred years – but a century and a second were more or less the same to him.
The birdsong was joined by another sound, a distant roar that gradually grew louder. He saw the motorbike emerge from behind the pyramid, and then disappear when it reached the cemetery wall. The world was so old, he thought, and yet so new. As am I.
He stood up, using one of the columns for support. He didn’t know where to go, but he couldn’t stay here, naked among the dead. Wherever he went, there was always someone who would try to lock him up, often for the most irrational reasons. If he got caught this time, he wasn’t sure he had the energy to escape.
With the sun in his eyes, he took his first steps in the city that had once loved him.
The final update
Wednesday, 27 February 2019
(a very satisfying photo)
This is going to be my last update to pledgers - if you want to keep in touch, you can follow my Facebook, Twitter, Instagram or blog. I don't have an official website yet, but it's on my to-do list, along with things like "learn to drive" and "understand the congiuntivo". One day!
The book launch in Rome was a success.
Tiffany Parks and I had a chat about…
Post-publication: book launch and a request for reviews (please!)
Thursday, 7 February 2019
All pledgers should have received their copies of In Exile by now. I know that a pledger in Australia is already reading it, which means that if you don't have your copy yet, something's probably gone wrong. You can contact Unbound here.
A quick round-up of post-publication stuff:
- The Rome book launch is confirmed. Either Otherwise or Altroquando (two bookshops with…
Publication and book launch news
Wednesday, 16 January 2019
It's here! My copies of In Exile arrived this week, and pledger copies should be on your doorstep or in your inbox very soon...
Opening the box and seeing the book for the first time was exciting, but the most surreal moment came on the metro. I was sitting on the train on the way to work, somewhere between Bologna and Conca d'Oro, looking at the book. Then it occurred me to that it was exactly…
Three weeks to go!
Wednesday, 2 January 2019
(Bacchus by Simeon Solomon)
Happy New Year!
If you've pledged for a copy of In Exile, your copy should be arriving soon, before the official launch date of 24 January. Keep your eyes peeled for an email from Unbound asking you to confirm/change your address.
I'm hoping to have news about the book launch in Rome soon, but things happen slowly here...In the meantime:
- Here's my official…
In Exile cover reveal
Tuesday, 4 December 2018
"A perfect balance of the classical with a sinister edge", say Unbound, and I agree. How amazing would this look as a poster? Imagine getting off the Tube or metro and BAM - creepy Dionysus/Grace staring into your soul.
Also, many thanks to the final pledger, #151, the mysterious H. N.
"Grace traced the carved initials on a church wall with her finger and wondered if H. N. had ever felt…
2 months to go till publication....
Thursday, 22 November 2018
(The Young Bacchus by Tommaso Salini)
Pre-ordering In Exile
If you haven't already bought In Exile, here's where you can pre-order the book:
If you want to order online but think Amazon are evil, consider Hive - with the pre-order offer, it's the cheapest deal, and they also support…
Behind the scenes...
Tuesday, 25 September 2018
(A maenad - from a fresco at Pompeii)
If you're wondering where the book is, the answer is that technically, it still doesn't exist - at least not in printed form. But as I've discovered over the last few months, producing a book is a lengthy process, involving lots of people over the various stages, working to different deadlines.
As it's been a few months since In Exile was funded…
Friday, 1 June 2018
(A Bacchanal by Jan Brueghel the Elder)
In Exile is 100% funded! You made this happen!
I reached 100% last night. Then I dreamt that someone was telling me that I actually had to reach 200%, and I woke up in a panic. But it's okay, 100% is enough, thank god...
Thank you all so much for your support, whether it was financial or emotional or both. When I started the process six months…
Gods in Exile - a collection of very short stories
Tuesday, 15 May 2018
(Bacchus by Simeon Solomon)
"The latter by no means declared the ancient gods to be myths, inventions of falsehood and error, as did the philosophers, but held them to be evil spirits, who, through the victory of Christ, had been hurled from the summit of their power, and now dragged along their miserable existences in the obscurity of dismantled temples or in enchanted groves, and by their…
Dionysus: an introduction
Sunday, 18 March 2018
(Dionysus in a Neo-Attic relief, Museum of Naples)
Dionysus - the Greek god of wine, fertility, theatre, religious ecstasy and ritual madness - is one of the protagonists of In Exile.
I discovered Dionysus when I was a teenager, doing an A-Level in Classical Civilisation. One of the set texts was Euripides' The Bacchae, a Greek tragedy about Dionysus taking revenge in spectacularly bloody…
Saturday, 10 March 2018
(from Titian's Bacchus and Ariadne)
Bacchus isn't quite back yet, but we're getting there..
There's something very satisfying about reaching 60%. 50% was nice - halfway. But 60% is the standard exam pass mark (at least for the English language tests I mark on a daily basis), so 60% feels real, substantial. It's a pass!
111 people have pledged to buy In Exile so far. When I try to…
These people are helping to fund In Exile.