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NOWHERE MAN

Think of the gifted Hemon as a kinder and gentler—and infinitely funnier—Jerzy Kosinski. A wry, touching chronicle of the...

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An unusual structure, along with a striking pictorial and metaphoric imagination, offers distinctive literary pleasures in this genuinely original first novel by the Bosnian-American author (stories: The Question of Bruno, 2000).

In the terrific opening chapter, the unidentified narrator recognizes the title character as Jozef Pronek (also the protagonist of a novella in Bruno), while the latter (a countryman) is interviewing for a job as an ESL teacher in Chicago. Thereafter, sequences presented from various points of view tell the story of Jozef’s upbringing in Sarajevo: his infancy and “toddlerhood,” gradually more successful sexual fantasies and fumblings, participation in a Beatles-inspired rock band, his “poetry-writing-period” and adult education. Hemon keeps deftly shifting the ground beneath the reader’s feet. When Jozef goes to study “general literature” in Kiev (prior to and during the breakup of the Soviet Union), his scholarly Russian-American roommate gradually confesses to himself (and us) his love for the exuberantly extroverted Jozef. A letter from a former band- and soul-mate who remains in Sarajevo during the violent 1990s follows, as do more elaborate accounts of Jozef’s work as a lab technician, then a canvasser for Greenpeace, and his marriage to a woman whose love for him (and his for her) cannot vanquish the loneliness and paranoia that will make Jozef forever (as the Beatles put it) “a nowhere man.” This vivid tragicomedy of alienation and assimilation is further enlivened by the freshness of Hemon’s figurative language—notably his habit of scribing human qualities to nonhuman or inanimate objects (“buses . . . sucking in passengers through the front doors”; a “camera clicking . . . like a hiccupping clock”).

Think of the gifted Hemon as a kinder and gentler—and infinitely funnier—Jerzy Kosinski. A wry, touching chronicle of the misadventures of a stranger in several strange lands. Don’t miss it.

Pub Date: Sept. 1, 2002

ISBN: 0-385-49924-8

Page Count: 256

Publisher: Nan A. Talese

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 2002

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A FAIRY STORY

A modern day fable, with modern implications in a deceiving simplicity, by the author of Dickens. Dali and Others (Reynal & Hitchcock, p. 138), whose critical brilliance is well adapted to this type of satire. This tells of the revolt on a farm, against humans, when the pigs take over the intellectual superiority, training the horses, cows, sheep, etc., into acknowledging their greatness. The first hints come with the reading out of a pig who instigated the building of a windmill, so that the electric power would be theirs, the idea taken over by Napoleon who becomes topman with no maybes about it. Napoleon trains the young puppies to be his guards, dickers with humans, gradually instigates a reign of terror, and breaks the final commandment against any animal walking on two legs. The old faithful followers find themselves no better off for food and work than they were when man ruled them, learn their final disgrace when they see Napoleon and Squealer carousing with their enemies... A basic statement of the evils of dictatorship in that it not only corrupts the leaders, but deadens the intelligence and awareness of those led so that tyranny is inevitable. Mr. Orwell's animals exist in their own right, with a narrative as individual as it is apt in political parody.

Pub Date: Aug. 26, 1946

ISBN: 0452277507

Page Count: 114

Publisher: Harcourt, Brace

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Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 1946

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Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.

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The time is the not-so-distant future, when the US's spiraling social freedoms have finally called down a reaction, an Iranian-style repressive "monotheocracy" calling itself the Republic of Gilead—a Bible-thumping, racist, capital-punishing, and misogynistic rule that would do away with pleasure altogether were it not for one thing: that the Gileadan women, pure and true (as opposed to all the nonbelieving women, those who've ever been adulterous or married more than once), are found rarely fertile.

Thus are drafted a whole class of "handmaids," whose function is to bear the children of the elite, to be fecund or else (else being certain death, sent out to be toxic-waste removers on outlying islands). The narrative frame for Atwood's dystopian vision is the hopeless private testimony of one of these surrogate mothers, Offred ("of" plus the name of her male protector). Lying cradled by the body of the barren wife, being meanwhile serviced by the husband, Offred's "ceremony" must be successful—if she does not want to join the ranks of the other disappeared (which include her mother, her husband—dead—and small daughter, all taken away during the years of revolt). One Of her only human conduits is a gradually developing affair with her master's chauffeur—something that's balanced more than offset, though, by the master's hypocritically un-Puritan use of her as a kind of B-girl at private parties held by the ruling men in a spirit of nostalgia and lust. This latter relationship, edging into real need (the master's), is very effectively done; it highlights the handmaid's (read Everywoman's) eternal exploitation, profane or sacred ("We are two-legged wombs, that's all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices"). Atwood, to her credit, creates a chillingly specific, imaginable night-mare. The book is short on characterization—this is Atwood, never a warm writer, at her steeliest—and long on cynicism—it's got none of the human credibility of a work such as Walker Percy's Love In The Ruins. But the scariness is visceral, a world that's like a dangerous and even fatal grid, an electrified fence.

Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.

Pub Date: Feb. 17, 1985

ISBN: 038549081X

Page Count: -

Publisher: Houghton Mifflin

Review Posted Online: Sept. 16, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 1985

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