Contrived, to put it mildly, but an unsettling portrait of the way extreme physical beauty or ugliness distort people’s...
Another surreal, dark comedy from Filipacchi (Love Creeps, 2005, etc.).
Costume designer Barb is so gorgeous her friend Gabriel kills himself for unrequited love of her, after which she dresses in a fat suit, gray wig and false teeth so no one else will be harmed by her looks and she can find a man who loves the inner Barb. Brilliantly gifted composer Lily is so plain that shallow Strad doesn’t even notice her adoration. Both women get together once or twice a week for a Night of Creation with successful novelist Georgia, untalented potter Penelope, and Jack, the former cop who rescued Penelope when she was kidnapped six years earlier. The atmosphere is rarefied verging on pretentious, an impression reinforced by the affected tone of the narration and the highly improbable arrival of two posthumous letters from Gabriel revealing that one of the five told him that he or she would kill Strad on a particular date if he hadn’t fallen in love with Lily by then. Among the other elements in an exceedingly busy plot: Anchorman Peter Marrick maneuvers to meet Barb after learning about her ugly disguise when he finds the laptop Georgia left in a taxi. Lily acquires the ability to make things beautiful by composing music about them, which of course she eventually uses to transform herself for Strad. And a bizarrely rude doorman makes multiple appearances that are finally justified by the violent climax that rebeautifies Barb and brings Lily destruction followed by the media’s remorseful reappraisal of the premium placed on good looks. The novel is more than a little over-the-top, and the characters have more attitude than personality. Still, there’s something weirdly compelling about the whole excessive parade, and most people will keep reading just to find out how all the elaborate manipulations turn out.
Contrived, to put it mildly, but an unsettling portrait of the way extreme physical beauty or ugliness distort people’s impressions.Pub Date: Feb. 16, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-393-24387-1
Page Count: 288
Publisher: Norton
Review Posted Online: Nov. 19, 2014
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 2014
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This book sings with the terrible silence of dead civilizations in which once there was valor.
Written with quiet dignity that builds to a climax of tragic force, this book about the dissolution of an African tribe, its traditions, and values, represents a welcome departure from the familiar "Me, white brother" genre.
Written by a Nigerian African trained in missionary schools, this novel tells quietly the story of a brave man, Okonkwo, whose life has absolute validity in terms of his culture, and who exercises his prerogative as a warrior, father, and husband with unflinching single mindedness. But into the complex Nigerian village filters the teachings of strangers, teachings so alien to the tribe, that resistance is impossible. One must distinguish a force to be able to oppose it, and to most, the talk of Christian salvation is no more than the babbling of incoherent children. Still, with his guns and persistence, the white man, amoeba-like, gradually absorbs the native culture and in despair, Okonkwo, unable to withstand the corrosion of what he, alone, understands to be the life force of his people, hangs himself. In the formlessness of the dying culture, it is the missionary who takes note of the event, reminding himself to give Okonkwo's gesture a line or two in his work, The Pacification of the Primitive Tribes of the Lower Niger.
This book sings with the terrible silence of dead civilizations in which once there was valor.Pub Date: Jan. 23, 1958
ISBN: 0385474547
Page Count: 207
Publisher: McDowell, Obolensky
Review Posted Online: April 23, 2013
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1958
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Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.
A lonely postman learns that he’s about to die—and reflects on life as he bargains with a Hawaiian-shirt–wearing devil.
The 30-year-old first-person narrator in filmmaker/novelist Kawamura’s slim novel is, by his own admission, “boring…a monotone guy,” so unimaginative that, when he learns he has a brain tumor, the bucket list he writes down is dull enough that “even the cat looked disgusted with me.” Luckily—or maybe not—a friendly devil, dubbed Aloha, pops onto the scene, and he’s willing to make a deal: an extra day of life in exchange for being allowed to remove something pleasant from the world. The first thing excised is phones, which goes well enough. (The narrator is pleasantly surprised to find that “people seemed to have no problem finding something to fill up their free time.”) But deals with the devil do have a way of getting complicated. This leads to shallow musings (“Sometimes, when you rewatch a film after not having seen it for a long time, it makes a totally different impression on you than it did the first time you saw it. Of course, the movie hasn’t changed; it’s you who’s changed") written in prose so awkward, it’s possibly satire (“Tears dripped down onto the letter like warm, salty drops of rain”). Even the postman’s beloved cat, who gains the power of speech, ends up being prim and annoying. The narrator ponders feelings about a lost love, his late mother, and his estranged father in a way that some readers might find moving at times. But for many, whatever made this book a bestseller in Japan is going to be lost in translation.
Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.Pub Date: March 12, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-250-29405-0
Page Count: 176
Publisher: Flatiron Books
Review Posted Online: Feb. 16, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2019
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