Thoughtful but full of action—and a pleasing entertainment, too.
Things are never as they seem: not among the well-heeled of Manhattan and certainly not among the leave-me-alone downtrodden of rural Michigan.
Sandy Mulligan, a writer with a nagging Greek chorus of an agent always over his shoulder, has bailed from New York, marriage, the old life. One is tempted to read something of author Sorrentino (The Trance, 2005, etc.) into Sandy, long absent as he’s been from the scene, though Sandy takes things a step further, hiding himself away in a little Midwestern town near an Indian reservation and its obligatory casino. His agent protests, naturally (“They don’t have what you need to be human out there,” he moans), but Sandy is bent on what he deems “exile and cunning” all the same. Others have the same idea. In that little town, an Ojibway storyteller proves a fascinating diversion— but is he who he says he is? Why does a sexy investigative reporter make a practice of eluding ethnic definition, resisting being called Native, Hispanic, Filipina, or whatever other census category people try to pin her to? Why do all the principal employees of the casino have Italian names, and what the heck is a “transfer pricing manager”? In this welter, it’s clear that Sandy will never find time or peace to knuckle down to his overdue novel, but he’ll also rack up plenty of new stories to tell—many of them of an erotic bent. In the end, Sorrentino’s smartly conceived story is something of a thriller, though more Richard Russo than Robert Ludlum; it’s about ruses and masks and our desire to be something other than our imperfectible selves. There’s also plenty of subtext on the literary life, with publishers increasingly seeing books as inconvenient commodities and a culture constantly in search of some new zeitgeist definer—who almost certainly won’t be Sandy. “They won’t even be remembering your work,” his agent thunders. “They’ll be remembering fucking Ethan Hawke.” A fate worse than oblivion, that.
Thoughtful but full of action—and a pleasing entertainment, too.Pub Date: Feb. 9, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-4767-9574-4
Page Count: 336
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Review Posted Online: Dec. 8, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 15, 2015
Miller makes Homer pertinent to women facing 21st-century monsters.
A retelling of ancient Greek lore gives exhilarating voice to a witch.
“Monsters are a boon for gods. Imagine all the prayers.” So says Circe, a sly, petulant, and finally commanding voice that narrates the entirety of Miller’s dazzling second novel. The writer returns to Homer, the wellspring that led her to an Orange Prize for The Song of Achilles (2012). This time, she dips into The Odyssey for the legend of Circe, a nymph who turns Odysseus’ crew of men into pigs. The novel, with its distinctive feminist tang, starts with the sentence: “When I was born, the name for what I was did not exist.” Readers will relish following the puzzle of this unpromising daughter of the sun god Helios and his wife, Perse, who had negligible use for their child. It takes banishment to the island Aeaea for Circe to sense her calling as a sorceress: “I will not be like a bird bred in a cage, I thought, too dull to fly even when the door stands open. I stepped into those woods and my life began.” This lonely, scorned figure learns herbs and potions, surrounds herself with lions, and, in a heart-stopping chapter, outwits the monster Scylla to propel Daedalus and his boat to safety. She makes lovers of Hermes and then two mortal men. She midwifes the birth of the Minotaur on Crete and performs her own C-section. And as she grows in power, she muses that “not even Odysseus could talk his way past [her] witchcraft. He had talked his way past the witch instead.” Circe’s fascination with mortals becomes the book’s marrow and delivers its thrilling ending. All the while, the supernatural sits intriguingly alongside “the tonic of ordinary things.” A few passages coil toward melodrama, and one inelegant line after a rape seems jarringly modern, but the spell holds fast. Expect Miller’s readership to mushroom like one of Circe’s spells.
Miller makes Homer pertinent to women facing 21st-century monsters.Pub Date: April 10, 2018
ISBN: 978-0-316-55634-7
Page Count: 400
Publisher: Little, Brown
Review Posted Online: Jan. 22, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2018
PROFILES
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
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