Bradley’s best yet, and an encouraging sign that he’s finally starting to put it all together.
The steamy ambience of suburban New Orleans tartly flavors this latest (following Smoke, 1994, etc.) of Bradley’s wistfully comic portrayals of likable losers and the hardhearted women who rev up, then clog their engines.
The helpless male is Sonny LaMott, a moderately gifted portrait and landscape painter, into his 30s and going nowhere, idling along on hopeful dreams of reunion with the girl who left home (and him) 15 years earlier. The fateful femme is Juliet Beauvais, a heedless beauty who walked out on her wealthy family for a brief “career” in California as an “actress” (in porn films, Sonny sadly learns). Juliet returns, hell-bent on shocking her kinfolk and neighbors, retrieving her share of the Beauvais fortune—and proving that her nice-as-pie mother “Miss Marcelle” had engineered her beloved daddy’s “accidental” death by drowning. Soon the passive Sonny finds himself spinning dizzily in Juliet’s orbit (and clutches) once again. Thereafter, the story veers agreeably between murder mystery and R-rated demonstration of the assertion (made to Sonny by an older fellow artist) that “Love is a torture and women the whip.” Some vivid supporting characters pop up, including Sonny’s bartender buddy Louis Fortunato, planning to “whack” the veterinarian he holds responsible for the death of his pet cat Frank; bisexual jazzman Leonard Barbier, who seems to have slept with just about everybody who’s anybody; and the Beauvais’ iron-willed black housemaid Anna Huey (who might be the half-sister of creepy Mrs. Manders in Du Maurier’s Rebecca). There’s a lot going on in this novel, which distinguishes it some from Bradley’s earlier, laxly plotted, more self-indulgently sentimental work. The identity of Miss Marcelle’s killer isn’t much of a surprise, and the explanation for Juliet’s bizarre behavior is both a little too neat and much too conventionally Freudian. Still, My Juliet has energy, and its fair share of hangdog southern gothic-comic charm.
Bradley’s best yet, and an encouraging sign that he’s finally starting to put it all together.Pub Date: Aug. 1, 2000
ISBN: 0-385-49803-9
Page Count: 256
Publisher: Doubleday
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 1, 2000
The story's very ambiguity steadily feeds its mysteriousness and power, and Danielewski's mastery of postmodernist and...
An amazingly intricate and ambitious first novel - ten years in the making - that puts an engrossing new spin on the traditional haunted-house tale.
Texts within texts, preceded by intriguing introductory material and followed by 150 pages of appendices and related "documents" and photographs, tell the story of a mysterious old house in a Virginia suburb inhabited by esteemed photographer-filmmaker Will Navidson, his companion Karen Green (an ex-fashion model), and their young children Daisy and Chad. The record of their experiences therein is preserved in Will's film The Davidson Record - which is the subject of an unpublished manuscript left behind by a (possibly insane) old man, Frank Zampano - which falls into the possession of Johnny Truant, a drifter who has survived an abusive childhood and the perverse possessiveness of his mad mother (who is institutionalized). As Johnny reads Zampano's manuscript, he adds his own (autobiographical) annotations to the scholarly ones that already adorn and clutter the text (a trick perhaps influenced by David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest) - and begins experiencing panic attacks and episodes of disorientation that echo with ominous precision the content of Davidson's film (their house's interior proves, "impossibly," to be larger than its exterior; previously unnoticed doors and corridors extend inward inexplicably, and swallow up or traumatize all who dare to "explore" their recesses). Danielewski skillfully manipulates the reader's expectations and fears, employing ingeniously skewed typography, and throwing out hints that the house's apparent malevolence may be related to the history of the Jamestown colony, or to Davidson's Pulitzer Prize-winning photograph of a dying Vietnamese child stalked by a waiting vulture. Or, as "some critics [have suggested,] the house's mutations reflect the psychology of anyone who enters it."
The story's very ambiguity steadily feeds its mysteriousness and power, and Danielewski's mastery of postmodernist and cinema-derived rhetoric up the ante continuously, and stunningly. One of the most impressive excursions into the supernatural in many a year.Pub Date: March 6, 2000
ISBN: 0-375-70376-4
Page Count: 704
Publisher: Pantheon
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2000
The Brat Pack meets The Bacchae in this precious, way-too-long, and utterly unsuspenseful town-and-gown murder tale. A bunch of ever-so-mandarin college kids in a small Vermont school are the eager epigones of an aloof classics professor, and in their exclusivity and snobbishness and eagerness to please their teacher, they are moved to try to enact Dionysian frenzies in the woods. During the only one that actually comes off, a local farmer happens upon them—and they kill him. But the death isn't ruled a murder—and might never have been if one of the gang—a cadging sybarite named Bunny Corcoran—hadn't shown signs of cracking under the secret's weight. And so he too is dispatched. The narrator, a blank-slate Californian named Richard Pepen chronicles the coverup. But if you're thinking remorse-drama, conscience masque, or even semi-trashy who'll-break-first? page-turner, forget it: This is a straight gee-whiz, first-to-have-ever-noticed college novel—"Hampden College, as a body, was always strangely prone to hysteria. Whether from isolation, malice, or simple boredom, people there were far more credulous and excitable than educated people are generally thought to be, and this hermetic, overheated atmosphere made it a thriving black petri dish of melodrama and distortion." First-novelist Tartt goes muzzy when she has to describe human confrontations (the murder, or sex, or even the ping-ponging of fear), and is much more comfortable in transcribing aimless dorm-room paranoia or the TV shows that the malefactors anesthetize themselves with as fate ticks down. By telegraphing the murders, Tartt wants us to be continually horrified at these kids—while inviting us to semi-enjoy their manneristic fetishes and refined tastes. This ersatz-Fitzgerald mix of moralizing and mirror-looking (Jay McInerney shook and poured the shaker first) is very 80's—and in Tartt's strenuous version already seems dated, formulaic. Les Nerds du Mal—and about as deep (if not nearly as involving) as a TV movie.
Pub Date: Sept. 16, 1992
ISBN: 1400031702
Page Count: 592
Publisher: Knopf
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 1992
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