by Matthew Sharpe ‧ RELEASE DATE: Sept. 1, 2010
Biting prose in need of a worthier target.
An introvert confronts the odd behavior of various family members to preserve his home and sense of self.
Sharpe’s previous novel, Jamestown (2007), was a broad, raucous tale that satirized the mythology surrounding America’s first settlers. This slim follow-up, by contrast, couldn’t be more interior and domestic, though his arch humor and out-of-left-field plot turns remain intact. The hero, Karl Floor, is a milquetoast high-school math teacher from Long Island who, we learn in the first chapter, is so socially inept that two of his students feel free to beat him up after class. At home he discovers Sylvia Vetch, an attractive young woman who’s arrived to rob the place. Despite her criminality, Karl is so drawn to her that he lets her take him to a party where he suffers the taunts of her alpha-male friends. Making his escape, he returns home to fight with his stepfather, Larchmont, culminating in Karl’s smashing his head with a pool cue. Larchmont absorbs his near-death experience with surprisingly good humor, after which Sylvia returns to announce that she’s actually Larchmont’s daughter and Karl’s half-sister, and—actually, plot summary only goes so far in characterizing Sharpe’s earnest but willfully absurd and deeply frustrating novel. Karl is a kind of existentialist archetype, batted around by all manner of social forces—race, class, family, romantic relationships—but his acting out with a pool cue makes him an unsympathetic hero in the face of those challenges. Because Sharpe is disinterested in penetrating Karl’s psyche (or anybody else’s) very deeply, the novel is mainly defined by how it jumps from ridiculous plot point to plot point—the various threads, involving blackmail, the ownership of the Floor family home and Karl’s capacity to love, all eventually resolve, but not particularly satisfyingly. In Jamestown, the arrogance and violence of colonialism was fair game for Sharpe’s attitude; affecting the same tone here means he’s cracking wise about broken homes and immature loners, which feels like small-game hunting. The abstracted plotting only further distances the reader.
Biting prose in need of a worthier target.Pub Date: Sept. 1, 2010
ISBN: 978-1-60819-187-1
Page Count: 192
Publisher: Bloomsbury
Review Posted Online: June 2, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2010
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by Margaret Atwood ‧ RELEASE DATE: Feb. 17, 1985
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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by Khaled Hosseini ‧ RELEASE DATE: June 2, 2003
Rather than settle for a coming-of-age or travails-of-immigrants story, Hosseini has folded them both into this searing...
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Here’s a real find: a striking debut from an Afghan now living in the US. His passionate story of betrayal and redemption is framed by Afghanistan’s tragic recent past.
Moving back and forth between Afghanistan and California, and spanning almost 40 years, the story begins in Afghanistan in the tranquil 1960s. Our protagonist Amir is a child in Kabul. The most important people in his life are Baba and Hassan. Father Baba is a wealthy Pashtun merchant, a larger-than-life figure, fretting over his bookish weakling of a son (the mother died giving birth); Hassan is his sweet-natured playmate, son of their servant Ali and a Hazara. Pashtuns have always dominated and ridiculed Hazaras, so Amir can’t help teasing Hassan, even though the Hazara staunchly defends him against neighborhood bullies like the “sociopath” Assef. The day, in 1975, when 12-year-old Amir wins the annual kite-fighting tournament is the best and worst of his young life. He bonds with Baba at last but deserts Hassan when the latter is raped by Assef. And it gets worse. With the still-loyal Hassan a constant reminder of his guilt, Amir makes life impossible for him and Ali, ultimately forcing them to leave town. Fast forward to the Russian occupation, flight to America, life in the Afghan exile community in the Bay Area. Amir becomes a writer and marries a beautiful Afghan; Baba dies of cancer. Then, in 2001, the past comes roaring back. Rahim, Baba’s old business partner who knows all about Amir’s transgressions, calls from Pakistan. Hassan has been executed by the Taliban; his son, Sohrab, must be rescued. Will Amir wipe the slate clean? So he returns to the hell of Taliban-ruled Afghanistan and reclaims Sohrab from a Taliban leader (none other than Assef) after a terrifying showdown. Amir brings the traumatized child back to California and a bittersweet ending.
Rather than settle for a coming-of-age or travails-of-immigrants story, Hosseini has folded them both into this searing spectacle of hard-won personal salvation. All this, and a rich slice of Afghan culture too: irresistible.Pub Date: June 2, 2003
ISBN: 1-57322-245-3
Page Count: 368
Publisher: Riverhead
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 2003
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