Solidly written but terribly uninteresting experiment about a lifeguard who can’t save himself.
The closing of a German public bath takes on catastrophic importance in the eyes of an aging lifeguard.
There’s not much to the life of the protagonist beyond his occupation. Newcomer Hacker, a young German author, has made her narrator a singularly uncommunicative, repetitive, backwards-seeming old man who for four decades was a lifeguard at an East Berlin public swimming pool and baths. By the time we get to him, the baths have just been closed for good after a government inspection of the shoddily maintained facility. The lifeguard, however, has decided he’s not going to leave the baths, and, after the pool has been drained, the entrance locked and the staff sent off, he slips back in to live among the mold and rats, obsessively reliving a life that might most gently be described as “routine.” For just about all that time, the lifeguard’s day had consisted of rising early, getting the same lunch at a local kiosk, coming to the baths, enforcing the rules, and ignoring the slights of the other employees, who regarded him as, at best, simple. Hacker peels off another onion-skin layer of the lifeguard’s story with every successive return to his neurotic repetitions, and the baths take on horrific connotations with the suggestion that the pool was used as an execution spot for prisoners during WWII. Otherwise, though, except for additional brief mentions of the Berlin Wall’s collapse, the lifeguard lives in a world outside time, history, or care—and the reader wilts. Writing an unboring story about a boring person is a toweringly difficult challenge, and Hacker doesn’t yet have the method or breadth to pull it off: the peeling away of layers reveals, each time, only more of the same.
Solidly written but terribly uninteresting experiment about a lifeguard who can’t save himself.Pub Date: Aug. 1, 2002
ISBN: 1-902881-45-1
Page Count: 216
Publisher: Toby Press
Review Posted Online: June 24, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 1, 2002
BOOK REVIEW
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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