Rosenfeld (A Cure for Gravity, 2000) doesn’t shrink from florid clichés (the crime lord’s beautiful daughter is an internist...
Like the post office employees who’ve made the phrase “going postal” a byword for the mixture of alienating boredom and violence, Inspector Max Diamond, of the US Postal Inspection Service, never seems to have a nice day. His latest task—punctuated by perhaps too rambling a series of earlier anecdotes from his job and his family life—is to watch hour upon hour of pornographic videotapes. Most are simply tedious; a few, which combine kiddie porn with snuff-film endings, are horrifying. Even when Max reconnects with his college sweetheart Phayle Tollard, who’s visiting Palm Beach when their Yale classmate Twy Boatwright is killed in a freak encounter with a power saw, his waking nightmares of little girls being raped or maimed or killed prevent him from resuming the sexual liaison Phayle is apparently eager to pick up where they left off. As Max, mired in a grim caseload, struggles to trace the videos to their depraved source (a fraudulent postal employee’s abusive boyfriend? a local crime lord? a Shining Path guerilla?), the death of a second classmate, Twy’s law partner Jeff Grayson, raises a unique question: Will this be the first whodunit in history in which a serial killer provides the closest thing to uplifting relief?
Rosenfeld (A Cure for Gravity, 2000) doesn’t shrink from florid clichés (the crime lord’s beautiful daughter is an internist at Mercy Hospital) or kitchen-sink plotting, but he keeps things moving smartly even before the nifty twist that ties his two plots together into a neat, grisly bow.Pub Date: July 1, 2001
ISBN: 0-312-87871-0
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Forge
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 2001
BOOK REVIEW
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
Review Posted Online: Nov. 2, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 1946
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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