A Talent for Loving

A Talent for Loving, published in 1961, was the fourth novel by Richard Condon and one of the books that inspired a brief cult for his strenuously off-beat works. A subtitle does not appear on the cover of its first edition but is shown on an inner page, and the entire title is sometimes given as A Talent for Loving; or The Great Cowboy Race. Although Condon's three earlier works all had occasional elements of sardonic, or even exceptionally dark humor in them, this novel is forthrightly humorous throughout and could be called a modern version of the tall tale, or exaggerated story-telling, so typical of the 19-century American Old West. Set in Texas and northern Mexico in the decades around 1865, its basic premise is a fantastic one: In the 16th century an Aztec priest has cut off his own hand and used the bloody stump to lay a curse upon a blasphemous Spanish conquistador and all his direct descendants. The curse: that once any of the descendants, whether male or female, have tasted physical love, even in the form of a single kiss, they will spend the rest of their lives as being nearly sexually insatiable. Three centuries later the beautiful young virginal daughter of a fabulously wealthy Texas rancher and gambler is latest victim of the curse; an elaborate set of contests and races is arranged to choose which of two cowboys will win her hand in marriage. As with all of Condon's books, the humor is heavily interlaced with sudden and shocking episodes of bleak violence and death.

Critical reception

The reception was mixed. Time magazine was less than enthralled:

Disciples are the undoing of holy men, and so it is with Richard Condon, a talented and satirical fantast whose fiercely proselytizing followers regard him as the fifth hoarse man of the Apocalypse. A Condon novel has the sound and shape of a bagful of cats.... But Condon's latest morality, a Western, is written with calculation, not exasperation. It is not hard to imagine the author fretfully asking himself, on a dry day, what would be a good, juicy Condon touch.... Proof that the author himself knows that something is wrong is that on almost every page he stops to wave at friends in the crowd. A street in Paris, for instance, is not too slyly titled "Rue Artbuch Wald."

Title

The title, as is the case in five of Condon's first six books, is derived from the first line of a typical bit of Condonian doggerel that supposedly comes from a fictitious Keener's Manual mentioned in many of his earlier novels:

The riches I bring you

Crowding and shoving,

Are the envy of princes:

A talent for loving.

The verse is found as an epigraph on a blank page five pages after the title page and four pages before the beginning of the text.