The debut of a previously untranslated novel from Tanizaki, who died in 1965 (A Cat, A Man, and Two Women, 1990, etc.): a welcome reminder of just how good he was at limning the unexpected cruel twists and turns of human passion (also see below). A widow, Mrs. Kakiuchi, is telling her story to a writer- friend because, ``I want you to hear my side of the story from beginning to end. I tried to start writing, but what happened is so complicated I didn't know where to begin.'' And she starts with a beginning that sounds banal: bored with her marriage and recovering from an affair with another man, she takes classes in a local art school, ``the kind of school where you could always take the day off.'' Her husband is pleased, they were ``getting along very well''—and then ``I had a stupid quarrel with the director at my school.'' The director accuses her of drawing a fellow female student, the ``strikingly attractive'' Mitsuko, instead of the designated model, and the widow's story soon becomes a horrifying tale of evil, no less horrid for its benign middle-class setting. The two women meet; their friendship rapidly intensifies into an unresisted seduction by the narrator of Mitsuko; and the now- obsessed narrator writes love letters, sees Mitsuko daily, and neglects her husband. But Mitsuko begins to behave oddly: she tells lies; introduces a male lover; claims to be pregnant and in need of an abortion; and though Mrs. Kakiuchi suspects she's being used for ends she doesn't understand, she can't resist. A deliberately aborted suicide pact and treacherous seduction by Mitsuko end in a stunning tragedy. And yet, as Kakiuchi confesses, ``Even now, rather than feeling bitter or resentful, whenever I think of Mitsuko, I feel that old longing, that love....'' A riveting tale of malevolent corruption fatally masked by a terrible and deceptive beauty: Fatal attraction in a 1920's Japanese setting.
Pub Date: Feb. 2, 1994
ISBN: 0-394-58547-X
Page Count: 192
Publisher: Knopf
Review Posted Online: June 24, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 1993
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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