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THE POET IN EXILE

Name: THE POET IN EXILE
Author: Ray Manzarek
ISBN: 1-56025-359-2

by Ray Manzarek ‧ RELEASE DATE: Jan. 15, 2002

A certain someone is surely spinning, as they say, in his grave.

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Morrison lives, more or less, in this first novel by the Doors co-founder and keyboardist.

Roy, a married man living in Los Angeles, receives a letter postmarked from the Seychelles Islands. He believes that the sender is Jordan, the former lead singer-lyricist for their old band, long thought dead from heart failure. Roy gets on a flight to the Islands, and, on the way, reminisces about the formation and commercial success of the unnamed band, and mostly about “the Poet,” as he usually refers to the lead singer, a charismatically masculine man with a bent for mysticism and alcohol. The Poet, it turns out, is indeed alive, and he and Roy are reunited. Long, rambling discussions follow as the Poet explains the circumstances behind his “death,” new life, and what he’s been up to all this time. It’s as you’d expect: tears of despair on the sandy shore, baptismal dips into Mother Ocean, and ultimately a trip to India, where the Poet explored Hindu and Buddhist thought. He went on a foothills-of-the-Himalaya quest to a village called Rishikesh, where “an angel,” a ten-year-old boy in a Led Zeppelin T-shirt, leads him to the ashram Sivananda. By the end of a recital that would have put any character except Roy to sleep, the Poet feels capable of returning to America and reuniting with his old band for a farewell tour. Fate, however, has other plans. This is the sort of story that perhaps only Manzarek would have been compelled to write, and maybe somewhere there’s an audience eager enough for fantasies of Morrison’s continued existence that it can forgive prose like “his chest swelled imperceptibly” and the kind of earnest, soulful stuff that makes most readers turn away in embarrassment.

A certain someone is surely spinning, as they say, in his grave.

Pub Date: Jan. 15, 2002

ISBN: 1-56025-359-2

Page Count: 224

Publisher: N/A

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 15, 2001

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LITERARY FICTION

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THE MOST FUN WE EVER HAD

by Claire Lombardo ‧ RELEASE DATE: June 25, 2019

Characters flip between bottomless self-regard and pitiless self-loathing while, as late as the second-to-last chapter, yet...

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Four Chicago sisters anchor a sharp, sly family story of feminine guile and guilt.

Newcomer Lombardo brews all seven deadly sins into a fun and brimming tale of an unapologetically bougie couple and their unruly daughters. In the opening scene, Liza Sorenson, daughter No. 3, flirts with a groomsman at her sister’s wedding. “There’s four of you?” he asked. “What’s that like?” Her retort: “It’s a vast hormonal hellscape. A marathon of instability and hair products.” Thus begins a story bristling with a particular kind of female intel. When Wendy, the oldest, sets her sights on a mate, she “made sure she left her mark throughout his house—soy milk in the fridge, box of tampons under the sink, surreptitious spritzes of her Bulgari musk on the sheets.” Turbulent Wendy is the novel’s best character, exuding a delectable bratty-ness. The parents—Marilyn, all pluck and busy optimism, and David, a genial family doctor—strike their offspring as impossibly happy. Lombardo levels this vision by interspersing chapters of the Sorenson parents’ early lean times with chapters about their daughters’ wobbly forays into adulthood. The central story unfurls over a single event-choked year, begun by Wendy, who unlatches a closed adoption and springs on her family the boy her stuffy married sister, Violet, gave away 15 years earlier. (The sisters improbably kept David and Marilyn clueless with a phony study-abroad scheme.) Into this churn, Lombardo adds cancer, infidelity, a heart attack, another unplanned pregnancy, a stillbirth, and an office crush for David. Meanwhile, youngest daughter Grace perpetrates a whopper, and “every day the lie was growing like mold, furring her judgment.” The writing here is silky, if occasionally overwrought. Still, the deft touches—a neighborhood fundraiser for a Little Free Library, a Twilight character as erotic touchstone—delight. The class calibrations are divine even as the utter apolitical whiteness of the Sorenson world becomes hard to fathom.

Characters flip between bottomless self-regard and pitiless self-loathing while, as late as the second-to-last chapter, yet another pleasurable tendril of sisterly malice uncurls.

Pub Date: June 25, 2019

ISBN: 978-0-385-54425-2

Page Count: 544

Publisher: Doubleday

Review Posted Online: March 3, 2019

Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2019

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LITERARY FICTION | FAMILY LIFE & FRIENDSHIP

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THINGS FALL APART

by Chinua Achebe ‧ RELEASE DATE: Jan. 23, 1958

This book sings with the terrible silence of dead civilizations in which once there was valor.

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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.