John and Paul were also visitors to the town.
They were twins, as identical as can be.
They wore the same clothes, chino trousers and open-neck sweaters, in John's case adorned with a faded maroon neckerchief.
Both were addicted to the shellfish harvested year-round from the rocks and sands of the coast: little clams, winkles, cockles, crabs, and above all sea urchins-their dessert, as both said.
They drank only Mc Ewan's India pale ale and smoked the same thin black Brazilian cigars .
So begins the great writer Harry Mathews's final novel, The Solitary Twin, a rollicking yet incredibly moving story of two young men who come to a picturesque beach town.
Seen prismatically through the viewpoints of the town's residents, they offer a variety of worldviews.
Yet are they really twins or a single person?Harry Mathews, the first American member of the French avant-garde literary society Oulipo, and long associated with the New York School of Poets, passed away this year, and The Solitary Twin is his last novel.
``I believe this novel is his finest,`` his friend John Ashbery wrote.
Coast | Little clams winkles cockles crabs and above all sea urchinstheir dessert as both said |
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