A superficial work that glances at father-daughter relationships but has little interesting to say about them.
Markovits’s second novel (after The Syme Papers, 2004) is actually four long stories, linked by place rather than theme.
That place is an elite private school in the Bronx. Amy Bostick is a biology teacher there, a new hire straight out of college. She cries every night, though nothing much is wrong. (Markovits’s characters cry easily; this whole package begins and ends with tears.) Amy is “a daddy’s girl” and he’s far away in Indiana, but now she has a dazzling new boyfriend. While Daddy is visiting for Thanksgiving, he loses ten grand on a golf game—and starts sobbing—and Amy begins to view him as the light that failed. The second story focuses on one of Amy’s older colleagues, Howard Peasbody, a gay man with a young German lover, Tomas. When Howard was a student at NYU he had a drunken one-night-stand with a fellow student, Annie Rosenblum. Now, 20 years later, Annie writes him that he is a father; Annie has raised Francesca on her own. After a few pleasant meetings with mother and daughter, the constitutionally unhappy Howard breaks off their relationship and dumps Tomas too (there’s more crying and none of it rings true). The third and fourth stories give us Stu Englander, a senior English teacher, and one of his students, Rachel Kranz. Stu has a very fat wife, a “decaying mass” who spends a lot of time in bed. Stu had always wanted kids. He realizes just in time that his interest in pretty Rachel is more sexual than paternal. Hooray, because Rachel doesn’t need more grief; her parents are divorced and her old man (very old, at 76) is dying of brain cancer. We leave Rachel weeping at her graduation, but they are happy tears, for she has understood that she is “a child of love.”
A superficial work that glances at father-daughter relationships but has little interesting to say about them.Pub Date: Oct. 1, 2005
ISBN: 0-393-06133-7
Page Count: 244
Publisher: Norton
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 2005
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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
Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.
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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