Although the plot occasionally takes banal turns, character voices, as rendered by Dollenmayer’s unassuming translation,...
An octogenarian reflects ruefully on his beloved daughter’s death and wonders if he could have prevented it, in German media magnate DuMont’s debut novel.
Albert, a self-described “old man,” is battling Parkinsonian tremors and weakness. He and his wife Ann live a quiet existence in a suburb of an unnamed German city. Sporadically cheered by his successful though somewhat obtuse son Anton, and three grandchildren, Albert is still mostly mired in grief over his daughter Gloria’s drowning death in the Caribbean two years before. Gloria had gone scuba diving with her diving-instructor lover and her best friend Christie and swam away from them into the depths—her body was never recovered. Christie, a young doctor just returned from her humanitarian work in Africa, is bent on reviewing the incident with Albert. Since Ann has departed for the bedside of her dying sister, Albert is free to go with Christie on a road trip to her adoptive mother Lena’s country cottage. There, Christie reads to the elders from her journal. Albert is forced to relive Gloria’s worsening depression, which began in adolescence and resisted all psychiatric intervention including hospitalization. Lena must confront her own dark memories: a puritanical husband and her struggles to adopt Christie over his objections. Just when widowhood promised freedom, Christie’s grifter birth parents surfaced with blackmail threats, and teenage Christie deserted her mother for Albert and Ann’s more stable-appearing home. Although up to now only superficially acquainted, Albert and Lena, thrust together, manage to prove that sparks can still fly at their age. Meanwhile, the death of Ann’s younger sister, who never married and lived only for glamour and grand passion, has taught Ann the meaning of existing in the moment. Will Albert recover from his grief, especially since a guilty secret is bound up in it?
Although the plot occasionally takes banal turns, character voices, as rendered by Dollenmayer’s unassuming translation, lend meditative gravitas to the melodrama.Pub Date: Dec. 1, 2010
ISBN: 978-0-312-64798-8
Page Count: 224
Publisher: St. Martin's
Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 1, 2010
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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