Her name was Marianne Ihlen, and she had grown up in the countryside near Oslo.Her grandmother used to tell her, “You are going to meet a man who speaks with a tongue of gold.” She thought she already had: Axel Jensen, a novelist from home, who wrote in the tradition of Jack Kerouac and William Burroughs.Tags: Conversation in english about sex chatdataconversion validating xmlFree sex chat rooms with no sign upsfox tv dating in the darkFree mature sex chatjapan dating chatxmatchdating 2016 jelsoft enterprises ltdonline dating madeChatral hot sexChatyoutubesex
In those days, he was a Jamesian Jew, the provincial abroad, a refugee from the Montreal literary scene.
There was something mythical and primitive about Hydra. Mules humped water up the long stairways to the houses. Hydra promised the life Cohen had craved: spare rooms, the empty page, eros after dark.
He collected a few paraffin lamps and some used furniture: a Russian wrought-iron bed, a writing table, chairs like “the chairs that van Gogh painted.” During the day, he worked on a sexy, phantasmagoric novel called “The Favorite Game” and the poems in a collection titled “Flowers for Hitler.” He alternated between extreme discipline and the varieties of abandon.
She had married Jensen, and they had a son, little Axel.
Jensen was not a constant husband, however, and, by the time their child was four months old, Jensen was, as Marianne put it, “over the hills again” with another woman.