The mystery here never overwhelms the charm of Betsy’s story, a comfortable balance between seriousness and sweet-natured...
Second-novelist Eisenberg (The War at Home, 2002) follows a neurotic woman as she searches for her father—presumed dead for 20 years.
Nearly 40, Betsy Ross Vogel is at a crossroads: she can stay in her dingy New York apartment, keep her uninspiring job at a mediocre magazine, and continue to thwart her lovely boyfriend’s attempts to sweep her away. Or, she could let said lovely boyfriend sweep her away—to Guatemala, in fact. David, a photographer with a social conscience, has been assigned to Central America and wants to take Betsy to the happily-ever-after she deserves. So she says yes; after all, little holds her in New York: her brother Tom works in Africa for famine relief, her mother is institutionalized and doesn’t even recognize Betsy, and her father has long been dead. Just a quick trip to the cemetery to see his grave (she’s managed to put it off for 20 years)—and, lo and behold, he doesn’t have one, and, with a little more snooping, Betsy finds that he may not even be dead. Sam Vogel was a union leader dedicated to the rights of the “little man” and targeted for his un-American activities. In and out of prison (for refusing to sign a loyalty oath) and sometimes on the lam during Betsy’s childhood, he was righteous, bigger than life, and not just a little selfish, sacrificing the sanity of his fragile wife and the upbringing of his children to further the cause. When Ma was “sick” and Daddy in prison, the children were cared for by an assortment of relatives and like-minded activists and were tormented by other children. Although David fears that Betsy will never join him in Guatemala, she has to find her father. It’s plausible that he would fake his own death, but not to have contacted his daughter in the last 20 years—what kind of father is that? Indeed.
The mystery here never overwhelms the charm of Betsy’s story, a comfortable balance between seriousness and sweet-natured humor.Pub Date: Aug. 1, 2003
ISBN: 0-9679520-8-5
Page Count: 220
Publisher: Leapfrog
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2003
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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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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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