Based on actual events, spanning continents from San Francisco to Paris, from Amsterdam to Odessa, from New York to Siberia, The Last Gentle Dentist is a novel about a modern age Casanova, a romantic-vigilante, who is fond of pain medications and elective plastic surgery, whose life is a tumultuous river running with the speed of a putrid pond, which makes an unexpected turn when he goes on the run from the law due to charges of medical fraud. He wanders the streets of Europe looking for ways to stay. This search throws him into bony arms and narrow beds of people he meets, fugitives in their own right, only to bring to a new light his own immaturity and unscrupulousness he only yesterday called boyishness and charm. He revisits his recent past, ornate with Vicodin fountains and Ecstasy-laced threesome fender-benders, while adding more crumpled and soon blood-stained pages to his love affair with Life.
Oliver Pearl on Addiction to Pain Killers
I can only speak on this subject as it pertains to my protagonist. Contrary to the impression one may get from the book, he was never addicted to pain killers or any other substances for that matter. He always talked about how interesting it would be to let go and lose control yet hovered above the line never wishing or daring to cross it. For him drugs were not pleasure in itself but an adjunct in tasting life’s dramas. It was an intermittent gratification, the kind that golfers and smokers experience, well, intermittently. The kind he wanted to experience too through drugs because unlike smokers and golfers he didn’t smoke or played golf. Here it a paragraph from the book.
It was chilly. I thought about coming back to Stella’s warm bed or putting something on. Instead, I drew a bath and took three Talwins. Talwin is Vicodin’s younger but far more imaginative brother. As always, the erection it gave me could open doors, but using the pill for sex would be gross misuse. A few passages I wrote in the bathtub convinced me in their universal appeal. When the water got cold, I pulled the plug and sat in the empty tub waiting for grand thoughts to come my way. This eccentricity, I thought, warranted my future literary success just like Colette’s picking fleas from her cat before writing, or Victor Hugo’s writing in the nude, or Voltaire’s on his lover’s back, I was sure, warranted theirs. Cold, I filled the bathtub again and sat in it writing and thinking. I did write a few sentences, but their exact number along with their content drowned in the water when I finally fell asleep. I woke up in cold water when Stella was brushing her teeth with an electric toothbrush.
About Oliver Pearl
Age: Early Forties
Place Of Birth: At Sea
Physical Description: Reclusive, yet to be seen
Residence: South of France
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