A superb debut: demanding but still eminently accessible.
A macabre, colorful, morally complex first novel by a young British playwright.
Flirting with allegory, Carey sets his story in a big, decrepit house. Once a country manor called Tearsham Park, now a block of flats called Observatory Mansions, it sits on a traffic island surrounded by a noisy, rundown city. Lonely, grotesque characters inhabit the building; foremost is Francis Orme, the swollen-lipped, permanently white-gloved narrator who is secretly amassing a collection of other people’s beloved objects. When not playing with his collection in the basement, Francis earns his living by “practicing the art of stillness”: that is, he goes to a public square and for tips stands on a plinth, pretending to be a statue. Added to the stew are Francis’s father, who hasn’t spoken or risen from his armchair in years, and his mother, who won’t get out of bed. If all this doesn’t already sound sufficiently Beckett-like, there are also Peter Bugg, an ex-teacher obsessed with his lost discipline-doling ruler, lovingly named “Chiron” (Francis has purloined it, of course, for his collection); Claire Higg, an old spinster who watches TV and pines for the past; and a treacherous, backstabbing Porter. But all is changed by the arrival of Anna Tap, a new, kindhearted tenant with rapidly deteriorating eyeballs. Tom Wolvians be warned: this is not social realism—but it is a challenging, relevant piece of absurdism. Carey pushes situations to the verge of outrageousness but keeps them just plausible enough to seem familiar and eerie. Essentially, the story is about objects and the people who love them; it turns out, not surprisingly, that if they had loved other people, instead of objects, everything would have turned out a lot better. But Carey’s debut is full of small surprises, and in its high moments it is genuinely affecting.
A superb debut: demanding but still eminently accessible.Pub Date: Feb. 1, 2001
ISBN: 0-609-60680-8
Page Count: 368
Publisher: Crown
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 15, 2000
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
Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.
The time is the not-so-distant future, when the US's spiraling social freedoms have finally called down a reaction, an Iranian-style repressive "monotheocracy" calling itself the Republic of Gilead—a Bible-thumping, racist, capital-punishing, and misogynistic rule that would do away with pleasure altogether were it not for one thing: that the Gileadan women, pure and true (as opposed to all the nonbelieving women, those who've ever been adulterous or married more than once), are found rarely fertile.
Thus are drafted a whole class of "handmaids," whose function is to bear the children of the elite, to be fecund or else (else being certain death, sent out to be toxic-waste removers on outlying islands). The narrative frame for Atwood's dystopian vision is the hopeless private testimony of one of these surrogate mothers, Offred ("of" plus the name of her male protector). Lying cradled by the body of the barren wife, being meanwhile serviced by the husband, Offred's "ceremony" must be successful—if she does not want to join the ranks of the other disappeared (which include her mother, her husband—dead—and small daughter, all taken away during the years of revolt). One Of her only human conduits is a gradually developing affair with her master's chauffeur—something that's balanced more than offset, though, by the master's hypocritically un-Puritan use of her as a kind of B-girl at private parties held by the ruling men in a spirit of nostalgia and lust. This latter relationship, edging into real need (the master's), is very effectively done; it highlights the handmaid's (read Everywoman's) eternal exploitation, profane or sacred ("We are two-legged wombs, that's all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices"). Atwood, to her credit, creates a chillingly specific, imaginable night-mare. The book is short on characterization—this is Atwood, never a warm writer, at her steeliest—and long on cynicism—it's got none of the human credibility of a work such as Walker Percy's Love In The Ruins. But the scariness is visceral, a world that's like a dangerous and even fatal grid, an electrified fence.
Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.Pub Date: Feb. 17, 1985
ISBN: 038549081X
Page Count: -
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin
Review Posted Online: Sept. 16, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 1985
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