An uneven novel about a troubled woman.
In Mosier’s debut novel, a young man and woman find unlikely love in New York City.
Tuli (“short for Tulip”) is a young Manhattan woman who works at a call center. She also, as the novel’s opening line states, gives “handjobs to strangers, but not for the usual reasons.” Unhappy, isolated and hopping from therapist to therapist, Tuli is drawn to handicapped or otherwise unusual men—but neither she nor they derive much pleasure from the relationships. Things begin to change, however, when Sam—a young disabled man working at his first job as a magazine intern—moves to her neighborhood. He meets Tuli at her regular coffee shop, and the two quickly hit it off. But it will take a lot more than some initial chemistry to break down Tuli’s emotional barriers, or to convince Sam that a relationship might be possible. Tuli must also deal with an exploitative man who’s pretending to be a therapist, frequent humiliation at work, and her pet fish, who narrates the story. Overall, it’s a recipe for a sometimes-sordid, sometimes-sentimental novel. Mosier has a pleasingly offbeat prose style, and his characters, from Sam and Tuli to the barista at their coffee shop hangout, are genuinely likable. The two leads’ early scenes together are particularly compelling. Unfortunately, the book is handicapped by a few crucial faults: The omniscient fish’s presence is baffling, particularly as he lusts after Tuli like the human men in her life do. (Must women be objectified even by the animals in their lives?) Many of the Manhattan-set details ring false; for example, Tuli at one point winds up on a farm while on a bender, and Sam is offered a free room to work as an intern at a poetry magazine. Also, Tuli’s job at a call center seems implausible after it’s revealed that she’s an heiress. Realism may not be Mosier’s goal, but the combination of these details may make it difficult for readers to truly empathize with the characters and fully engage with the narrative.
An uneven novel about a troubled woman.Pub Date: Nov. 29, 2013
ISBN: 978-1505284317
Page Count: 220
Publisher: CreateSpace
Review Posted Online: Feb. 3, 2015
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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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