Post-Soviet absurdity and a unflinching history rendered in effective prose.
Noirish mystery of a lost manuscript in a post-Soviet Lithuania, a country where poetry once made a difference.
“The old town has grown out of nature; it bends to the shape of the rivers that run through it, it listens to the shape of the hills. It winds and flows and hugs the earth as though it were lichen, a beautiful moss spread across an ancient log.” An aging writer, Steponas Daumantas, who can no longer write spends his time reading old poets and wandering his bizarre city, Vilnius, still reeling from decades of occupation, to indulge an obsession with photographing Russian girls. What will happen when one of them turns out to be a pretty young mother in need of help—straight to the typewriter! Jolanta is married, it turns out, but no matter, Steponas is more than happy to read her husband’s budding manuscript—he’s a writer, too—but promptly loses it at a cafe and like that old lovely city, something crucial is lost. How to get it back? Steponas eventually finds himself on the trail of the book, but the man who has it wants a hundred dollars for it, and when Jolanta shows up with a bruise it all starts to feel like noir with a smart subtle subtheme of a country losing its sense of aesthetic in favor of a fledgling mob-style capitalism. We then shift to Svetlana, a young woman navigating Vilnius’s seedy underworld of prostitution and violent men, for whom hope takes the form of a gold ring—and also that manuscript, which she might have to sell herself to get. The themes here must take us back in time—in a move that is perhaps as clunky as it is absolutely necessary—to the occupation and the atrocities from which all these shady deals have sprung. There’s plenty of skeletons in Lithuania’s closet, not to mention graves, and without going back to that era when poetry roused the soul, how will Steponas ever be able to return to “my writing. Digging. Digging away at the layers of soil. Clearing the ground.”
Post-Soviet absurdity and a unflinching history rendered in effective prose.Pub Date: June 1, 2003
ISBN: 0-312-31298-9
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Rowman & Littlefield
Review Posted Online: June 24, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 15, 2003
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
SEEN & HEARD
BOOK TO SCREEN
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
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