Slow and somewhat aimless, but a nice account all the same of youth lusting after experience.
Booker-winner MacLaverty (Grace Notes, 1997, etc.) portrays the coming of age of three Belfast boys during the early 1970s.
Although it’s pretty much the norm for adolescent boys the world over to feel cooped up and suffocated, in Northern Ireland this could be considered a rational understanding of the situation. Especially in the post-Beatles age, the provincial sectarianism of Belfast must have seemed rather galling to those who were just on the cusp of discovering the world for the first time. MacLaverty here takes us through the last year of high school with three Catholic boys who are all, in different ways, butting their heads against the same brick wall of complacent ignorance. Martin Brennan is the most sensitive of the three: a diligent but slow student, he is trying for the second time in two years to pass his examinations and qualify for a civil service job—but keeps coming back to the question of whether he should enter a religious order as a welcome escape from the harsh realities of life on the outside. Martin’s friends Kavanagh and Foley are also products of Belfast, and they have similar frustrations seen from very different perspectives: Foley is a foul-mouthed rebel who scoffs at the Church and scorns Belfast (“A godforsaken backwater where they lock up the swings on a Sunday”), while Kavanagh has fallen in love with the Protestant Philippa Dobson, who not only refuses to sleep with him but wants him to accept Jesus as his savior. This is a leisurely old-fashioned Bildungsroman in which much of the attention is devoted to the discovery of new ideas, and the arguments that they engender among the young, and the sense of nostalgia is palpable from the start. By the end, Martin has changed as much as Belfast (and the world) has.
Slow and somewhat aimless, but a nice account all the same of youth lusting after experience.Pub Date: April 1, 2001
ISBN: 0-393-05052-1
Page Count: 368
Publisher: Norton
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 15, 2002
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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