The rich content gets slightly buried in the complex structure of this ambitious novel.
A family history unfolds in the form of a screenplay spanning three generations and several countries.
Huston (Infrared, 2012, etc.) opens the novel in a hospital room where Milo Noirlac, a renowned screenwriter, is dying. Milo’s co-writer and director, Paul Schwarz, visits, and they begin writing their final screenplay. The present action of the novel remains in this one room as it fills with stories from the past. Structurally, the novel is highly complex. The screenplay follows three subplots, each with its own protagonist: Milo’s grandfather, his mother and Milo himself. Early on, Paul states his philosophy of film: “For the first ten minutes, the audience is infinitely tolerant and will accept whatever you choose to flash at them.” Chapter 1 of the novel embraces this concept, forcing the reader to weave the threads together and jump through time and space, from Ireland to Canada and back again. The language is lyrical and takes full advantage of the novel-as-screenplay form. Time passes in a series of montage images layered with a character’s voice-over. With Milo’s mother, the camera takes on her point of view so that the reader is always in her body, experiencing her trauma. The ugliness of the scenes, which depict rape, child abuse and bloody revolution, contrasts sharply with the beauty of the prose in a rich and engaging way. In each subplot, however, there are scenes that feel melodramatic and heavy-handed. Paul, speaking to Milo, provides metacommentary on the screenplay throughout their writing and often points out these over-the-top moments as well as weak dialogue and scenes they will need to revise or cut. In this way, the novel allows for some flaws in the story, though they are still frustrating to encounter. In addition to the already complicated three-pronged plot structure, each chapter is titled with the name and definition of a capoeira term. The significance of capoeira is not immediately clear. This becomes yet another layer added to the narrative, which begins to feel weighed down under the pressure of too many guiding structures.
The rich content gets slightly buried in the complex structure of this ambitious novel.Pub Date: Sept. 2, 2014
ISBN: 978-0-8021-2271-1
Page Count: 288
Publisher: Black Cat/Grove
Review Posted Online: July 30, 2014
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 2014
This book sings with the terrible silence of dead civilizations in which once there was valor.
Written with quiet dignity that builds to a climax of tragic force, this book about the dissolution of an African tribe, its traditions, and values, represents a welcome departure from the familiar "Me, white brother" genre.
Written by a Nigerian African trained in missionary schools, this novel tells quietly the story of a brave man, Okonkwo, whose life has absolute validity in terms of his culture, and who exercises his prerogative as a warrior, father, and husband with unflinching single mindedness. But into the complex Nigerian village filters the teachings of strangers, teachings so alien to the tribe, that resistance is impossible. One must distinguish a force to be able to oppose it, and to most, the talk of Christian salvation is no more than the babbling of incoherent children. Still, with his guns and persistence, the white man, amoeba-like, gradually absorbs the native culture and in despair, Okonkwo, unable to withstand the corrosion of what he, alone, understands to be the life force of his people, hangs himself. In the formlessness of the dying culture, it is the missionary who takes note of the event, reminding himself to give Okonkwo's gesture a line or two in his work, The Pacification of the Primitive Tribes of the Lower Niger.
This book sings with the terrible silence of dead civilizations in which once there was valor.Pub Date: Jan. 23, 1958
ISBN: 0385474547
Page Count: 207
Publisher: McDowell, Obolensky
Review Posted Online: April 23, 2013
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1958
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Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.
A lonely postman learns that he’s about to die—and reflects on life as he bargains with a Hawaiian-shirt–wearing devil.
The 30-year-old first-person narrator in filmmaker/novelist Kawamura’s slim novel is, by his own admission, “boring…a monotone guy,” so unimaginative that, when he learns he has a brain tumor, the bucket list he writes down is dull enough that “even the cat looked disgusted with me.” Luckily—or maybe not—a friendly devil, dubbed Aloha, pops onto the scene, and he’s willing to make a deal: an extra day of life in exchange for being allowed to remove something pleasant from the world. The first thing excised is phones, which goes well enough. (The narrator is pleasantly surprised to find that “people seemed to have no problem finding something to fill up their free time.”) But deals with the devil do have a way of getting complicated. This leads to shallow musings (“Sometimes, when you rewatch a film after not having seen it for a long time, it makes a totally different impression on you than it did the first time you saw it. Of course, the movie hasn’t changed; it’s you who’s changed") written in prose so awkward, it’s possibly satire (“Tears dripped down onto the letter like warm, salty drops of rain”). Even the postman’s beloved cat, who gains the power of speech, ends up being prim and annoying. The narrator ponders feelings about a lost love, his late mother, and his estranged father in a way that some readers might find moving at times. But for many, whatever made this book a bestseller in Japan is going to be lost in translation.
Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.Pub Date: March 12, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-250-29405-0
Page Count: 176
Publisher: Flatiron Books
Review Posted Online: Feb. 16, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2019
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