by Andreï Makine ; translated by Geoffrey Strachan ‧ RELEASE DATE: Aug. 4, 2015
Moving and thoughtful, this novel—despite its slight frame—has a lot to say.
Translated from the French in which he writes (The Life of an Unknown Man, 2012, etc.), Siberian-born Makine’s slim novel portrays the dangers of communism from the point of view of a romantic man.
The narrator is a middle-aged orphan looking back on his life in Soviet Russia, and the chapters are brief and often self-contained; this episodic book is about accumulation, not plot, and the narrator’s thoughts drift into memories of lost loves, the ravages of communism, and poetic dissidents—notably, a man named Dmitri Ress, who “never had the time to be in love” (this isn’t a shy book…). The structure, eschewing any strict chronology, creates an odd effect in the reader: everything seems to happen all at once. Does this sound shapeless? Not at all. Instead, the book is loose in the way of memory, as one thought blurs into another, touching on minutiae one minute, history the next. In this way, Makine’s book recalls work by Kundera and Sebald, those grand Europeans who wrote elliptical works combining the personal with the global. Here, he wants no less to write an old-fashioned novel of ideas, and he succeeds because he always finds something strong and concrete on which to pin his loftier notions. Consider one of the novel’s more powerful passages: a man visits the orphanage to sing the praises of Lenin, whom he once met. The narrator is unconvinced, considering this visitor “a man too meticulous, too smooth, lacking the bitter stench of History.” Instead, he seeks out an old woman who was apparently very close to Lenin, but he discovers her home an absolute wreck. What ultimately happened to her, as the narrator learns, expresses the great irony of communism: it aims to elevate the worker but instead dirties the cracks of everyday life, leaving a mess for everyone to clean up.
Moving and thoughtful, this novel—despite its slight frame—has a lot to say.Pub Date: Aug. 4, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-55597-712-2
Page Count: 144
Publisher: Graywolf
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 1, 2015
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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.
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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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