In presenting his failures, Rose makes highly literate and arcane references to a vast number of authors and literary...
Rose poses as the “editor” of this book, a series of clever (and occasionally hilarious) literary vignettes about authors whose careers never quite panned out owing to personal, cultural or artistic failings.
The novel has a distinctly Borges-ian feel to it, and Borges himself is referenced numerous times, both in the introduction and some of the 52 entries. We meet authors who will never, alas, be household names. In fact, Rose has a great deal of fun making up names for his putative literary failures. We meet Hermann von Abwärts, for example, who’s written a “frankly derivative” manuscript entitled The Sorrows of Young Hermann and who is beaten over the head with his work by illiterate thugs. Another author memorable for being unmemorable is Lord Frederick Rathole (pronounced “Rath-ole”), who designs an octagonal library with sides of differing lengths. Undeterred, Rathole “dismissed the builders, insisting his vision worked on a higher degree of non-Euclidean geometry.” Wendy Wenning is an author so ruthless in editing her work that she first removes all the adjectives (which she sees as “enemies”), then relative clauses and passive voice. As she keeps paring, she eventually gets to the final stage, and when she pushes the “print” button, discovers that what emerges is a blank sheet of paper. Similar to Wenning is Virgil Haack (a delightful pun), who, “convinced that less was certainly more,” puts a single word on the only page of his novel: the letter “I.”
In presenting his failures, Rose makes highly literate and arcane references to a vast number of authors and literary theoreticians, and it’s great fun for the reader to become part of the game.Pub Date: Nov. 4, 2014
ISBN: 978-1-61219-378-6
Page Count: 128
Publisher: Melville House
Review Posted Online: Sept. 30, 2014
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2014
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This autobiography might almost be said to supply the roots to Wright's famous novel, Native Son.
It is a grim record, disturbing, the story of how — in one boy's life — the seeds of hate and distrust and race riots were planted. Wright was born to poverty and hardship in the deep south; his father deserted his mother, and circumstances and illness drove the little family from place to place, from degradation to degradation. And always, there was the thread of fear and hate and suspicion and discrimination — of white set against black — of black set against Jew — of intolerance. Driven to deceit, to dishonesty, ambition thwarted, motives impugned, Wright struggled against the tide, put by a tiny sum to move on, finally got to Chicago, and there — still against odds — pulled himself up, acquired some education through reading, allied himself with the Communists — only to be thrust out for non-conformity — and wrote continually. The whole tragedy of a race seems dramatized in this record; it is virtually unrelieved by any vestige of human tenderness, or humor; there are no bright spots. And yet it rings true. It is an unfinished story of a problem that has still to be met.
Perhaps this will force home unpalatable facts of a submerged minority, a problem far from being faced.
Pub Date: Feb. 28, 1945
ISBN: 0061130249
Page Count: 450
Publisher: N/A
Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 1945
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A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular...
A neurosurgeon with a passion for literature tragically finds his perfect subject after his diagnosis of terminal lung cancer.
Writing isn’t brain surgery, but it’s rare when someone adept at the latter is also so accomplished at the former. Searching for meaning and purpose in his life, Kalanithi pursued a doctorate in literature and had felt certain that he wouldn’t enter the field of medicine, in which his father and other members of his family excelled. “But I couldn’t let go of the question,” he writes, after realizing that his goals “didn’t quite fit in an English department.” “Where did biology, morality, literature and philosophy intersect?” So he decided to set aside his doctoral dissertation and belatedly prepare for medical school, which “would allow me a chance to find answers that are not in books, to find a different sort of sublime, to forge relationships with the suffering, and to keep following the question of what makes human life meaningful, even in the face of death and decay.” The author’s empathy undoubtedly made him an exceptional doctor, and the precision of his prose—as well as the moral purpose underscoring it—suggests that he could have written a good book on any subject he chose. Part of what makes this book so essential is the fact that it was written under a death sentence following the diagnosis that upended his life, just as he was preparing to end his residency and attract offers at the top of his profession. Kalanithi learned he might have 10 years to live or perhaps five. Should he return to neurosurgery (he could and did), or should he write (he also did)? Should he and his wife have a baby? They did, eight months before he died, which was less than two years after the original diagnosis. “The fact of death is unsettling,” he understates. “Yet there is no other way to live.”
A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular clarity.Pub Date: Jan. 19, 2016
ISBN: 978-0-8129-8840-6
Page Count: 248
Publisher: Random House
Review Posted Online: Sept. 29, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2015
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