IN THE LAND OF OZ

Name: IN THE LAND OF OZ
Author: Howard Jacobson
ISBN: 978-1-60819-895-5

by Howard Jacobson ‧ RELEASE DATE: Dec. 10, 2013

Witty, at times self-deprecating, and always shrewdly observant, Jacobson offers a wry, revealing portrait of a land and its...

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A sharp-eyed British traveler recalls his greatest adventure.

Twenty-five years ago, accompanied by his Australian-born wife, Jacobson (Whatever It Is, I Don’t Like It, 2012, etc.) journeyed far and wide by bus, car, train and camper around Australia, feeling, he admits “near anguish…the whole time I was there.” “Potholes. Savage, twisting bends. Not enough room for more than 1 ½ cars in either direction,” he complained about one long drive. “Thorny cork-screw trees….Extreme chromatic monotony. Gnarled, evil-tempered landscape,” his wife replied. As Jacobson unhappily discovered, roads in the Outback were treacherous, when they existed at all, and a driver might well encounter a “mesmerized kangaroo” or marauding dingo along the way. “STAY WITH THE VEHICLE,” the Royal Automobile Association warned. When a search party eventually is sent, the safety literature added, “vehicles will be far easier to find than isolated human beings in the vastness of the Outback landscape.” As for the landscape, often it was bleak: dry, dusty, flat and barren. Some towns along the way had been gentrified, with tacky souvenir shops and kitschy restaurants. About Australians, Jacobson can be acerbic, especially when confronted with small-minded provincialism and racism directed at Aborigines. There were enough high points, though, to elicit his praise: “There is no more variously beautiful country,” he finally admits: the orange hills and hidden valleys of Kununurra, for example, and Ayers Rock, described by one 19th-century traveler as “an immense pebble” but appearing to Jacobson “in every way more surprising” than what he expected. “Close up,” he writes, “its texture is like the skin of an animal—creased and enfolded and a little weary, but also soft to the touch.”

Witty, at times self-deprecating, and always shrewdly observant, Jacobson offers a wry, revealing portrait of a land and its people.

Pub Date: Dec. 10, 2013

ISBN: 978-1-60819-895-5

Page Count: 528

Publisher: Bloomsbury

Review Posted Online: Sept. 23, 2013

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2013

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NUTCRACKER

by E.T.A. Hoffmann ‧ RELEASE DATE: Oct. 28, 1996

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This is not the Nutcracker sweet, as passed on by Tchaikovsky and Marius Petipa. No, this is the original Hoffmann tale of 1816, in which the froth of Christmas revelry occasionally parts to let the dark underside of childhood fantasies and fears peek through. The boundaries between dream and reality fade, just as Godfather Drosselmeier, the Nutcracker's creator, is seen as alternately sinister and jolly. And Italian artist Roberto Innocenti gives an errily realistic air to Marie's dreams, in richly detailed illustrations touched by a mysterious light. A beautiful version of this classic tale, which will captivate adults and children alike. (Nutcracker; $35.00; Oct. 28, 1996; 136 pp.; 0-15-100227-4)

Pub Date: Oct. 28, 1996

ISBN: 0-15-100227-4

Page Count: 136

Publisher: Harcourt

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 1996

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TO THE ONE I LOVE THE BEST

EPISODES FROM THE LIFE OF LADY MENDL (ELSIE DE WOLFE)

by Ludwig Bemelmans ‧ RELEASE DATE: Feb. 23, 1955

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An extravaganza in Bemelmans' inimitable vein, but written almost dead pan, with sly, amusing, sometimes biting undertones, breaking through. For Bemelmans was "the man who came to cocktails". And his hostess was Lady Mendl (Elsie de Wolfe), arbiter of American decorating taste over a generation. Lady Mendl was an incredible person,- self-made in proper American tradition on the one hand, for she had been haunted by the poverty of her childhood, and the years of struggle up from its ugliness,- until she became synonymous with the exotic, exquisite, worshipper at beauty's whrine. Bemelmans draws a portrait in extremes, through apt descriptions, through hilarious anecdote, through surprisingly sympathetic and understanding bits of appreciation. The scene shifts from Hollywood to the home she loved the best in Versailles. One meets in passing a vast roster of famous figures of the international and artistic set. And always one feels Bemelmans, slightly offstage, observing, recording, commenting, illustrated.