Insomniac
City: New York, Oliver, and Me -- Bill Hayes
--reviewed by Divya Dubey
Bloomsbury
294 pp
Rs 599
[Published in India Today mag.]
At its core
Insomniac City by Bill Hayes is a love story – or rather two love affairs
running on parallel tracks. The first focuses on the author and the distinguished
neurologist, Oliver Sacks, the object of his affections, and the second is the
love affair between him and New York City.
Hayes is almost fifty when the book begins – with the death
of Steve, his partner. Steve died of a heart attack, ironically, on a day when
the ‘insomniac’ Hayes was asleep.
Guilt-ridden and unable to bear the heartache Hayes moves
from San Francisco to New York City where he meets Sacks, thirty years his
senior and a man who asks ‘What is Michael Jackson?’, has ‘no knowledge of
popular culture after 1955’ and ‘zero interest in celebrities or fame’, and
falls in love with him.
Sacks’s unique personality, in fact, comes across more
emphatically through Hayes’s precise, simple descriptions and sometimes single
lines. For instance, Sacks describes the sunset as ‘an attack of beauty’; voices
his thoughts aloud, such as: ‘Are you conscious of your thoughts before
language embodies them?’ or confesses to Hayes in a rare erotic moment, ‘I like
having a confusion of agency, your hand on top of mine, unsure where my body
ends and yours begins’.
Hayes’s musings on NYC that alternate with the other
thread, emerge mostly from the random subjects of his photography – people he
meets and interacts with on the streets: Ali, a neighbourhood shopkeeper,
skateboarders on the road, an aged artist who just draws one of his eyes for
him, etcetera.
The magic of Hayes’s writing lies in its surprising
minimalism, yet brilliantly evocative images. The focus is so much on Sacks and
his growing deafness, blindness, Cancer and approaching death in the later
pages that one often overlooks the modest, self-effacing Hayes nursing his
aging, dying love as he grapples with emotional upheaval for the second time in
his life. Hayes himself leaves no scope for the reader to pity him.
There is
tenderness without sentimentality, acceptance of what cannot be altered and a
strong positive attitude that embraces life in its entirety. This book is a fascinating
ode not only to romantic love, but to Life. It is as much a celebration of Life
as it is a reflection upon Death. The little ‘vignettes’ are meant to be
enjoyed slowly and gradually as sips of fine wine rather than in a single
gulp.
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Divya Dubey is the publisher of Earthen Lamp Journal, the
Editor/Instructor at Authorz Coracle, and the author of Turtle Dove: A Collection of Bizarre Tales.
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