by Ander Monson ‧ RELEASE DATE: Feb. 4, 2020
Bemusing SF-tinged fare echoing the tone and spirit of Saunders and Vonnegut.
Cozy domestic lives are routinely unsettled, sometimes violently, in this dystopian set of stories by seasoned experimenter Monson (How We Speak to One Another, 2017, etc.).
The “gnome” of this book’s title is a garden gnome, which intermittently appears here as a symbol of the intersection of weirdness and allegedly “normal” suburbia. In “Believing in the Future With the Torturer’s Apprentice,” a female narrator recalls her husband’s secret life producing torture porn. In “The Reassurances,” a man begins working at the cryogenic facility that’s preserving his girlfriend, who was killed in a car wreck. The glib narrator of “It Is Hard Not To Love the Starvationist’s Assistant” works at an extreme weight-loss facility where amputation is mandatory if goals aren’t met. And in the concluding “Our Song,” a man working on tools to archive and tweak our memories roams around the troubled psyche of a popular singer, attempting to seed her mind with a song idea. Some of the stories’ conceits are high-concept to a fault; one, for instance, takes on the format of a patent document. But the virtue of the best stories is Monson’s capacity to bridge unusual setups with compassionate storytelling. “The Reassurances,” in particular, blends its science-fiction milieu with the narrator’s repeated reckoning with loss, and Monson delivers that feeling with both heart and humor. (The narrator sponsored a stretch of highway in his late girlfriend's name before she died, and he’s now legally bound to tidy it.) Sometimes the mood is openly comic: In “Everyone Looks Better When They’re Under Arrest,” the narrator bemoans a never-arriving stove that would complete his family’s obligation to a reality show: “We are on the pointy end of some long existential stick.” But the atmosphere is generally more muted as Monson contemplates how suffused with loss, fear, and mortality our everyday lives are.
Bemusing SF-tinged fare echoing the tone and spirit of Saunders and Vonnegut.Pub Date: Feb. 4, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-64445-012-3
Page Count: 176
Publisher: Graywolf
Review Posted Online: Oct. 27, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2019
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by Margaret Atwood ‧ RELEASE DATE: Feb. 17, 1985
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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by Chinua Achebe ‧ RELEASE DATE: Jan. 23, 1958
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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