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A wry, mind-bending delight: Borges and Calvino would have welcomed Vila-Matas as a kinsman.

A blocked writer sings the praises of literary failure, in this first English translation from a prizewinning Spanish author.

The unnamed narrator is a hunchbacked, lonely clerical worker and hopeful author, unable to follow up his obscure first book, who takes extended sick leave and vacation time to record instances of self-imposed literary “silence” in “a book of footnotes commenting on an invisible text.” Said footnotes cite the stalled careers of J.D. Salinger, Herman Melville (who wrote virtually nothing during his last three decades), Henry Roth (who rediscovered his authorial voice only in old age), Socrates (who committed none of his thoughts to paper), and comparatively lesser-known idlers like Swiss miniaturist Robert Walser and Spain’s Felipe Alfau, among others. The narrator analyzes excuses for not writing: illness, alcohol or drug addiction, madness, lack of inspiration, or, simply, rechanneling one’s energies (e.g., Diderot’s contemporary Joseph Joubert, who distributed all his promising premises throughout a vast diary). He also records such parallel cases as those of artist Marcel Duchamp, who forswore painting because of his passion for chess; Fernando Pessoa’s “heteronym” (i.e., fictional alter ego) the Baron of Teive, whose brilliance was never permitted to flower; and a (doubtless fictional) “cyclist who suffered from mood swings and would sometimes forget to finish a race.” Other explicitly fictional do-nothings include the narrator’s writer friend Maria, hamstrung by her fixation on the anti-narrative techniques of French “New Wave” novelists, and “Paranoid Pérez,” who (in a very funny sequence) claims that Nobel laureate José Saramago has stolen all his best ideas. On and on it goes, quite madly and irresistibly. The irony of course is that in dwelling with such intricate metafictional insistence on the impossibility of writing his second book, the narrator has in fact written it.

A wry, mind-bending delight: Borges and Calvino would have welcomed Vila-Matas as a kinsman.

Pub Date: Dec. 30, 2004

ISBN: 0-8112-1591-1

Page Count: 160

Publisher: New Directions

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2004

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Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.

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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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ANIMAL FARM

A FAIRY STORY

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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