A moody, impressionistic, and strangely engaging work.
This spare historical novel draws on the brief life of Italian artist Rembrandt Bugatti, who specialized in sculptures of animals.
Bugatti (1884-1916) showed an early gift for sculpture, as his older brother, Ettore, revealed a passion for designing fast cars. But this fictional portrait by a fellow Italian (here translated into English for the first time) skips the formative years and presents glimpses of the mature artist in the last decade or so of his life, when he divided his time between Belgium and France. He first appears in the book in the autumn of 1915, chatting with his concierge in Paris about food shortages and the advance of the Germans. An aside on his wardrobe budget mentions Ettore and segues to an episode a few years earlier in which the brothers bury three car engines behind Ettore’s villa in German Alsace. Jump-cut back to Paris in 1915 and Rembrandt’s singular focus on animals and his attachment to the Paris and Antwerp zoos. This stark, suggestive novel is like the scenario for a filmed documentary, starting with the narrative’s opening photo of Rembrandt’s striking Hamadryas baboon. As the vignettes and time shifts continue, the theme of animals pervades, in other photos, in conversations, in references to naturalists, animal trainers, feral children, and a performing monkey. A scholar of animal intelligence is dubbed the Bear. A priest, concerned by “strange rumors,” cautions Rembrandt: “We have to reject the idea that in animals there is any perception of the divine.” A short time later, the artist is working with a rare human model on a crucifixion. Is there a connection to the priest? Or does this late project stem from his frequent melancholy or his coughing up blood or the awful wartime destruction at the Antwerp zoo? Or is it advance penance for his final act?
A moody, impressionistic, and strangely engaging work.Pub Date: Jan. 9, 2018
ISBN: 978-1-939931-5-28
Page Count: 128
Publisher: New Vessel Press
Review Posted Online: Oct. 15, 2017
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 1, 2017
This book sings with the terrible silence of dead civilizations in which once there was valor.
Written with quiet dignity that builds to a climax of tragic force, this book about the dissolution of an African tribe, its traditions, and values, represents a welcome departure from the familiar "Me, white brother" genre.
Written by a Nigerian African trained in missionary schools, this novel tells quietly the story of a brave man, Okonkwo, whose life has absolute validity in terms of his culture, and who exercises his prerogative as a warrior, father, and husband with unflinching single mindedness. But into the complex Nigerian village filters the teachings of strangers, teachings so alien to the tribe, that resistance is impossible. One must distinguish a force to be able to oppose it, and to most, the talk of Christian salvation is no more than the babbling of incoherent children. Still, with his guns and persistence, the white man, amoeba-like, gradually absorbs the native culture and in despair, Okonkwo, unable to withstand the corrosion of what he, alone, understands to be the life force of his people, hangs himself. In the formlessness of the dying culture, it is the missionary who takes note of the event, reminding himself to give Okonkwo's gesture a line or two in his work, The Pacification of the Primitive Tribes of the Lower Niger.
This book sings with the terrible silence of dead civilizations in which once there was valor.Pub Date: Jan. 23, 1958
ISBN: 0385474547
Page Count: 207
Publisher: McDowell, Obolensky
Review Posted Online: April 23, 2013
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1958
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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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