Needs major infusions of fresh language—and humility.
Self-indulgent and self-aggrandizing memoir, with Robinson (Past Forgetting, 1999, etc.) and business consultant Shaw taking turns relating the dull story of their relationship.
They begin promisingly enough. On a single page, each offers an account of their first meeting 20 years ago in a diner: he remembers she was laughing with friends; she insists she was alone. Okay, that’s interesting and mildly different, if evanescent. It gets stupefying as they move on to chronicle their lovemaking, arguments, wedding, honeymoon, and difficult adjustment to the other’s enormous ego. We learn about the failed relationships of each. Shaw abandoned a wife and three children for a five-year fling with Zoe, a dancer 20 years his junior; Robinson split with her first husband and, in her words, “went wild.” Soon we are reading about their shopping habits (she likes Kamali and Cartier), their celebrity friends (Vonnegut, Wolfe, Talese), their dinners in fine restaurants, their sojourns in five-star hotels, their high-speed motoring through England (in a Jag, of course), and their journey aboard the Orient Express to Venice, where Shaw pens a treacly love letter to the city (“I love you, Venezia”). His prose is generally clichéd (“I was a disaster waiting to happen”; “like oil and water”), and although Robinson is a better writer, she too often displays a weakness for the hackneyed phrase (“He makes love to my soul”). Along the way, we are asked to believe that they both remember verbatim lengthy, decades-old conversations: with each other, with friends, with the minister who married them. We read ludicrous accounts of their lovemaking (“my fingers were playing arpeggios over her silken skin”) and orgasms. We glimpse their cowboy-motif wedding. Every now and then the authors toss off a fresh phrase like “where does chocolate end and sex begin?” But not often enough.
Needs major infusions of fresh language—and humility.Pub Date: Aug. 1, 2002
ISBN: 0-06-019864-8
Page Count: 256
Publisher: HarperCollins
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 2002
This moving, potent testament might have been titled “Black Lives Matter.” Or: “An American Tragedy.”
The powerful story of a father’s past and a son’s future.
Atlantic senior writer Coates (The Beautiful Struggle: A Father, Two Sons, and an Unlikely Road to Manhood, 2008) offers this eloquent memoir as a letter to his teenage son, bearing witness to his own experiences and conveying passionate hopes for his son’s life. “I am wounded,” he writes. “I am marked by old codes, which shielded me in one world and then chained me in the next.” Coates grew up in the tough neighborhood of West Baltimore, beaten into obedience by his father. “I was a capable boy, intelligent and well-liked,” he remembers, “but powerfully afraid.” His life changed dramatically at Howard University, where his father taught and from which several siblings graduated. Howard, he writes, “had always been one of the most critical gathering posts for black people.” He calls it The Mecca, and its faculty and his fellow students expanded his horizons, helping him to understand “that the black world was its own thing, more than a photo-negative of the people who believe they are white.” Coates refers repeatedly to whites’ insistence on their exclusive racial identity; he realizes now “that nothing so essentialist as race” divides people, but rather “the actual injury done by people intent on naming us, intent on believing that what they have named matters more than anything we could ever actually do.” After he married, the author’s world widened again in New York, and later in Paris, where he finally felt extricated from white America’s exploitative, consumerist dreams. He came to understand that “race” does not fully explain “the breach between the world and me,” yet race exerts a crucial force, and young blacks like his son are vulnerable and endangered by “majoritarian bandits.” Coates desperately wants his son to be able to live “apart from fear—even apart from me.”
This moving, potent testament might have been titled “Black Lives Matter.” Or: “An American Tragedy.”Pub Date: July 8, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-8129-9354-7
Page Count: 176
Publisher: Spiegel & Grau
Review Posted Online: May 5, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2015
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A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular...
A neurosurgeon with a passion for literature tragically finds his perfect subject after his diagnosis of terminal lung cancer.
Writing isn’t brain surgery, but it’s rare when someone adept at the latter is also so accomplished at the former. Searching for meaning and purpose in his life, Kalanithi pursued a doctorate in literature and had felt certain that he wouldn’t enter the field of medicine, in which his father and other members of his family excelled. “But I couldn’t let go of the question,” he writes, after realizing that his goals “didn’t quite fit in an English department.” “Where did biology, morality, literature and philosophy intersect?” So he decided to set aside his doctoral dissertation and belatedly prepare for medical school, which “would allow me a chance to find answers that are not in books, to find a different sort of sublime, to forge relationships with the suffering, and to keep following the question of what makes human life meaningful, even in the face of death and decay.” The author’s empathy undoubtedly made him an exceptional doctor, and the precision of his prose—as well as the moral purpose underscoring it—suggests that he could have written a good book on any subject he chose. Part of what makes this book so essential is the fact that it was written under a death sentence following the diagnosis that upended his life, just as he was preparing to end his residency and attract offers at the top of his profession. Kalanithi learned he might have 10 years to live or perhaps five. Should he return to neurosurgery (he could and did), or should he write (he also did)? Should he and his wife have a baby? They did, eight months before he died, which was less than two years after the original diagnosis. “The fact of death is unsettling,” he understates. “Yet there is no other way to live.”
A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular clarity.Pub Date: Jan. 19, 2016
ISBN: 978-0-8129-8840-6
Page Count: 248
Publisher: Random House
Review Posted Online: Sept. 29, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2015
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