There’s no liftoff for a plotless novel heavy on stereotypes.
Drab first novel, following the story collection A Jeweler’s Eye for Flaw (2002).
The Hawthornes are a classic dysfunctional family. The father, Randall, is a vet who lost half a leg in Vietnam and lives off his disability checks. The mother, Gerrie, works double shifts at a chain restaurant because, hey, she likes it there. The kids (Frankie is ten, Teddy seven) tag along after their dad as he makes the rounds of the VA hospital, the pool hall and the dog track. In the evening there’s television, the glue that holds them together. The story opens in the summer of 1980, as the family situation brightens with the arrival, in their depressed Massachusetts town, of Uncle Harpo, Randall’s brother, in full military uniform. His comedy routines are a riot. But he overstays his welcome, and after Gerrie sends him packing, Randall’s nightmares get worse and he shoots himself; it’s Frankie who finds him dead. The tragedy affects the kids differently. Teddy throws tantrums, but Frankie just shuts down. “A freak and a mute,” complains their mother bitterly. Six years later, little has changed for Frankie, now a senior in high school. Her only boyfriend is gone before you know it. She’s smart but has no interest in college applications. Teddy is changing (first the class cut-up, later on “just another punk”) and Gerrie is changing (finding a boyfriend, a real sweetheart), but Frankie just stays stuck in her rut, even when she’s accepted by NYU (her mother had taken care of the application). A closing section has Frankie returning to memories of her father; this last lap around the grief circuit suggests a writer who’s run out of material.
There’s no liftoff for a plotless novel heavy on stereotypes.Pub Date: May 22, 2006
ISBN: 0-393-06139-6
Page Count: 288
Publisher: Norton
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2006
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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
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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