THE GRASP AND THE GRAPPLE

Lewis Quote

"When what pursues you is internal, there is no escape."

HEATHER LEWIS NOVELS

 
Published between 1994 and 2004

 
HOUSE RULES

(1994, originally published by Nan A. Talese for DoubleDay)

Afterword by A.M. Homes  (2006 edition only)
 

       1994 US edition                1995 US edition                2006 US edition          1997 Dutch translation
                                                                                                                     "De Regels Van Het Spel"                              

                    

THE SECOND SUSPECT

(1998, originally published by Nan A. Talese for DoubleDay)

third and last written, second to be published;
published in the UK under H.E. Lewis


Read about the story here  and  here

Novel excerpt


  

       1998 US edition;               1998 UK edition          1998 Dutch translation     2000 Polish translation 
       1999 UK edition                                                  "De Tweede Verdachte"      "Drugi Podejrzany"                     

           

            2000/2002             2001 Polish translation    2001 German translation   2001 German translation               
      French translation            "Drugi Podejrzany"            "Engel des Zorns"             "Engel des Zorns"
  
  "Le Second Suspect"              

 

NOTICE

(2004, originally published by Serpent's Tail)

second written, third and last to be published (posthumously)

Read about the story here
Novel excerpt  under the title Don't Look Now
Afterword by Allan Gurganus 


  

         2004 UK edition             2004/2005 US edition      2006 Italian translation      2007 French translation
                                                                                          "Attenzione"                       "Attention"


Pain And Perfection:
novelist Allan Gurganus recalls writer Heather Lewis,
who died May 4 in New York

 
It is cruelly typical: Suicide will probably bring Heather Lewis (House Rules, The Second Suspect, and the unpublished Notice) the huge readership that her mere life always deserved. I first met her when she was a shy, beguiling student at Sarah Lawrence. She stood there, lean, boyish, contained, quick to rush toward offered warmth, quicker to then suspect its motives. Since she was a victim of childhood incest, some essential element of her Self had been permanently lanced. And yet from such immense early pain she rescued an essentialized prose of the greatest beauty: pure narrative protein. 
 
While a teenager, Heather earned money as a show rider of thoroughbred homes [the subject of her first novel, House Rules]. She must've looked amazing in jodhpurs, a crop tucked under one arm. On and off the page, Heather never forgot how to get 2,000 pounds over a picket fence. Up the whole chapter or creature would heave, all at once in a smear of perfection. As if the beast had suddenly decided to do just that, just now and simply for the hell of it.

Heather Lewis, for 41 years, subjected chaos to her own course of brilliant dressage. True, in the end the mess, the pain climbed up on her, it wound up riding, driving. But Heather's having surmounted, then aimed it for so long  remains a dazzling feat of will, control, blind faith.
 
And now watch her fiction outgallop us all. "Go, girl!"
 

Allan Gurganus  for
The Advocate, 11 June 2002
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