Not an especially artful novel, though a generally absorbing and eventually very moving one. Durban really isn’t one of the...
Ancestral guilt, racial conflict, and the call of the unlived life are the dominant themes of this intricate, slow-moving second novel from the South Carolinian author (All Set About With Fever Trees, 1985; The Laughing Place, 1993).
It all begins in 1989, with a wry panoramic look at the seaport city of Charleston and its colorful history. Then Durban focuses on 60-ish Louisa Hilliard Marion, a brusque spinster who resides in the old Hilliard home: a plantation-owner’s mansion that harbors deep secrets haughtily repressed by Louisa’s elderly mother, a distracted matron who chooses to “remember” the Hilliards’ decent treatment of their slaves. But her mother’s death releases Louisa to look more critically at that past, as she examines both family memorabilia and her own memories. Crucial evidence is found in the recently discovered diary, kept during the 1830s, by Eliza Hilliard, another unmarried dutiful daughter (whose “sacrifices” mockingly mirror Louisa’s). Eliza’s own myopic view of race relations emerges in her self-righteous account of ongoing attempts to humble a proud, recalcitrant slave woman, Diana, herself the ancestor of the Marions’ devoted housemaid Mamie. The story of Mamie’s family also emerges through the consciousness of her granddaughter Evelyn Pope, who politely yet firmly resists Louisa’s efforts to explore their families’ interrelatedness. Meanwhile, the narrative’s complicated structure works only intermittently, and its power steadily diffuses. When Louisa unearths the full truth about the slavewoman Diana’s fate, it’s scarcely more revealing than had been Eliza Hilliard’s earliest disclosures, and the effect is distinctly anticlimactic. The tale’s best moments are in its details: of Louisa’s stoical surrender to loneliness; a harrowing description of a “stranger’s [i.e., yellow] fever” epidemic; and the testimony of aged former slave “Maum Harriette” (“Before freedom came, us been Hilliard labor”), recorded as an oral history document.
Not an especially artful novel, though a generally absorbing and eventually very moving one. Durban really isn’t one of the better novelists around, but her patience and compassion make her fiction very attractive—and worth paying attention to.Pub Date: Oct. 1, 2000
ISBN: 0-312-26869-6
Page Count: 256
Publisher: Picador
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 2000
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The story's very ambiguity steadily feeds its mysteriousness and power, and Danielewski's mastery of postmodernist and...
An amazingly intricate and ambitious first novel - ten years in the making - that puts an engrossing new spin on the traditional haunted-house tale.
Texts within texts, preceded by intriguing introductory material and followed by 150 pages of appendices and related "documents" and photographs, tell the story of a mysterious old house in a Virginia suburb inhabited by esteemed photographer-filmmaker Will Navidson, his companion Karen Green (an ex-fashion model), and their young children Daisy and Chad. The record of their experiences therein is preserved in Will's film The Davidson Record - which is the subject of an unpublished manuscript left behind by a (possibly insane) old man, Frank Zampano - which falls into the possession of Johnny Truant, a drifter who has survived an abusive childhood and the perverse possessiveness of his mad mother (who is institutionalized). As Johnny reads Zampano's manuscript, he adds his own (autobiographical) annotations to the scholarly ones that already adorn and clutter the text (a trick perhaps influenced by David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest) - and begins experiencing panic attacks and episodes of disorientation that echo with ominous precision the content of Davidson's film (their house's interior proves, "impossibly," to be larger than its exterior; previously unnoticed doors and corridors extend inward inexplicably, and swallow up or traumatize all who dare to "explore" their recesses). Danielewski skillfully manipulates the reader's expectations and fears, employing ingeniously skewed typography, and throwing out hints that the house's apparent malevolence may be related to the history of the Jamestown colony, or to Davidson's Pulitzer Prize-winning photograph of a dying Vietnamese child stalked by a waiting vulture. Or, as "some critics [have suggested,] the house's mutations reflect the psychology of anyone who enters it."
The story's very ambiguity steadily feeds its mysteriousness and power, and Danielewski's mastery of postmodernist and cinema-derived rhetoric up the ante continuously, and stunningly. One of the most impressive excursions into the supernatural in many a year.Pub Date: March 6, 2000
ISBN: 0-375-70376-4
Page Count: 704
Publisher: Pantheon
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2000
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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