The unsympathetic characters are less a problem than the artificial, lifeless world Vickers forces them to inhabit.
Vickers (Where Three Roads Meet, 2008, etc.), usually adept at combining philosophy with romance, stumbles in this airless story about a British widow who travels by ocean liner to visit an old friend in New York.
Violet’s husband, a kindly lawyer she never passionately loved, has recently died, so Violet decides to splurge on a luxury sea voyage to visit her old friend Edwin, a poet she lost touch with years ago, even before he moved abroad. On board, Violet rather haughtily looks down on her fellow passengers, whom she considers boring and/or pretentious. But she is also frazzled. She’s lost her cell phone and contact list. Cowed by her well-meaning if overbearing room steward Renato, she attends a tea dance where the Italian instructor Dino (real name Des, Italian accent fake) quickly susses her out as a possible mark, a lonely woman with money. She enjoys dancing with Dino, but her mind is actually elsewhere. She’s more interested in remembering her life in the 1960s when she met Edwin. Her teacher at Cambridge, he took her under his wing and became her mentor and closest friend. Soon they moved in together, platonically since he was gay, and began a literary magazine. He encouraged her writing. But the idyll was disturbed when his old school friend Bruno showed up. Violet claimed to hate Bruno and his bullying personality, but soon they were lovers. Edwin moved to Oxford, and Violet moved in with Bruno in London. Before their terrible marriage ended badly, Bruno caused Violet to abandon Edwin in a time of need. Or so she’s believed all these years. Once she reaches New York—after a few unsurprising on-board intrigues—she learns not only that Edwin holds no ill will but also what readers have assumed—that Bruno and Edwin were lovers all along.
The unsympathetic characters are less a problem than the artificial, lifeless world Vickers forces them to inhabit.Pub Date: Aug. 1, 2010
ISBN: 978-0-374-22316-8
Page Count: 256
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Review Posted Online: June 4, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2010
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A modern day fable, with modern implications in a deceiving simplicity, by the author of Dickens. Dali and Others (Reynal & Hitchcock, p. 138), whose critical brilliance is well adapted to this type of satire. This tells of the revolt on a farm, against humans, when the pigs take over the intellectual superiority, training the horses, cows, sheep, etc., into acknowledging their greatness. The first hints come with the reading out of a pig who instigated the building of a windmill, so that the electric power would be theirs, the idea taken over by Napoleon who becomes topman with no maybes about it. Napoleon trains the young puppies to be his guards, dickers with humans, gradually instigates a reign of terror, and breaks the final commandment against any animal walking on two legs. The old faithful followers find themselves no better off for food and work than they were when man ruled them, learn their final disgrace when they see Napoleon and Squealer carousing with their enemies... A basic statement of the evils of dictatorship in that it not only corrupts the leaders, but deadens the intelligence and awareness of those led so that tyranny is inevitable. Mr. Orwell's animals exist in their own right, with a narrative as individual as it is apt in political parody.
Pub Date: Aug. 26, 1946
ISBN: 0452277507
Page Count: 114
Publisher: Harcourt, Brace
Review Posted Online: Nov. 2, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 1946
The Brat Pack meets The Bacchae in this precious, way-too-long, and utterly unsuspenseful town-and-gown murder tale. A bunch of ever-so-mandarin college kids in a small Vermont school are the eager epigones of an aloof classics professor, and in their exclusivity and snobbishness and eagerness to please their teacher, they are moved to try to enact Dionysian frenzies in the woods. During the only one that actually comes off, a local farmer happens upon them—and they kill him. But the death isn't ruled a murder—and might never have been if one of the gang—a cadging sybarite named Bunny Corcoran—hadn't shown signs of cracking under the secret's weight. And so he too is dispatched. The narrator, a blank-slate Californian named Richard Pepen chronicles the coverup. But if you're thinking remorse-drama, conscience masque, or even semi-trashy who'll-break-first? page-turner, forget it: This is a straight gee-whiz, first-to-have-ever-noticed college novel—"Hampden College, as a body, was always strangely prone to hysteria. Whether from isolation, malice, or simple boredom, people there were far more credulous and excitable than educated people are generally thought to be, and this hermetic, overheated atmosphere made it a thriving black petri dish of melodrama and distortion." First-novelist Tartt goes muzzy when she has to describe human confrontations (the murder, or sex, or even the ping-ponging of fear), and is much more comfortable in transcribing aimless dorm-room paranoia or the TV shows that the malefactors anesthetize themselves with as fate ticks down. By telegraphing the murders, Tartt wants us to be continually horrified at these kids—while inviting us to semi-enjoy their manneristic fetishes and refined tastes. This ersatz-Fitzgerald mix of moralizing and mirror-looking (Jay McInerney shook and poured the shaker first) is very 80's—and in Tartt's strenuous version already seems dated, formulaic. Les Nerds du Mal—and about as deep (if not nearly as involving) as a TV movie.
Pub Date: Sept. 16, 1992
ISBN: 1400031702
Page Count: 592
Publisher: Knopf
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 1992
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