Coming May 1: The Satyr in Bungalow D
The resorts in the Catskill Mountains are struggling in 1963, but the town of Fleischmanns has a secret that keeps the tourists coming back: A hidden colony of satyrs.
Strikingly good-looking and differing in appearance from humans only because of their short horns and delicate hooves, it is easy for satyrs to pass. In the summer, when New York City ladies take solitary and hopeful walks up the mountain paths, they frequently do. That great-looking guy who gave a New York City college girl the best sex of her life behind the tennis courts and refused to take off his hat? Most likely a satyr.
Danny, a young satyr who hunts for books on the hotel grounds when no guests are around, is different. Danny is scandalizing his community because he does not want to make love to every woman he meets. He wants the one great love he read about in “The Great Gatsby,” which he found near a hotel pool. Danny could not finish the book as the last chapters were ruined in a June thunderstorm, but he is certain that a love as powerful as Gatsby’s can end only in one way: with Gatsby and the woman he adores together for the rest of his life.
"Touching and funny, a wildly inventive romp of a novel.”
– Hilma Wolitzer, author, “An Available Man: A Novel”
“A stupendous read. Gloriously original. Joyce Wadler is brilliant – and a lot of fun!”
– Sheila Weller, author, “Girls Like Us”
"Back in her days as a New York Times columnist, Joyce Wadler consistently offered up a unique brand of keen observation and wry prose that never failed to amuse me.”
– Joyce Maynard, New York Times best-selling author
“Beautifully written. Bawdy, funny, sentimental and highly original.”
– Robert Klein, actor, comedian
Joyce Wadler is an award-winning New York City author and journalist who wrote the “I Was Misinformed” humor column for The New York Times for several years and is now on Substack. Joyce grew up in a small hotel in the Catskills and lives in Greenwich Village. She insists that she and the satyrs she knew back in the mountains were just friends.