Anyone contemplating writing a plotless novel will want to study this curious, beguiling yarn.
An enigmatic mystery that, serially published and thereafter forgotten until now, cements Tanizaki’s (The Maids, 2017, etc.) claim to be a lost forerunner of postmodernism.
This belongs to a group of three novels that Tanizaki (1886-1965), much rumored in his day to be a candidate for the Nobel Prize, started writing in 1928. As translator Lyons notes in a most helpful afterword, that was just after Akutagawa Ry?nosuke, Tanizaki’s sometime friend and all-the-time rival, committed suicide, an event that both depressed Tanizaki and left him free to take the lead as a writer of stories that, had Alfred Hitchcock been aware of them, might have become internationally renowned films. This is a case in point. A writer, Mizuno, working against hard deadlines, slips up: he uses the name of a rival as the victim of a murder story he’s crafting. Now, if Cojima really turns up dead, suspicion will naturally fall on Mizuno—yet the temptation to do the other writer in on the page is irresistible. A third figure enters into play: the mysterious Shadow Man, who haunts Mizuno as he’s both working and desperately trying to concoct an alibi that involves, among other things, faking an STD (“Between then and around ten he went to the bathroom twice. But it wasn’t easy to pretend he had gonorrhea”). As all this unfolds, the already self-referential story, with life imitating art and art imitating life, begins to chase its own tail in earnest: one of Mizuno’s pages is titled “To the Point of the Murder of the Man Who Wrote ‘To the Point of Murder.’" Tanizaki’s novel ends with a strange thud—it went on well past the planned end date for the serial, he writes, “so I’ve decided to end it here.” One suspects, however, that he’d gotten lost in a hall of mirrors, and so will the reader, all to good ends.
Anyone contemplating writing a plotless novel will want to study this curious, beguiling yarn.Pub Date: Jan. 9, 2018
ISBN: 978-0-231-18518-9
Page Count: 232
Publisher: Columbia Univ.
Review Posted Online: Oct. 23, 2017
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2017
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
SEEN & HEARD
BOOK TO SCREEN
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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