A few shattering days in the life of a broken and desperate young man.
A Québécois bestseller thankfully arrives for English readers.
One can see how this bleak bildungsroman attracted so much attention in Canada, despite the nihilism it wears on its sleeve, because it captures a singular voice as well as the blood, sweat, and tears of life in the trenches of a restaurant kitchen. Larue's debut novel, translated from the French by Strauss, reads like a cross between the dearly departed Anthony Bourdain and Stephanie Danler’s Sweetbitter, combining the complicated life of a kitchen wretch with a highly literate voice. It’s also complicated by a narrator who's deeply troubled but endlessly fascinating in the manner of the Beats’ beautiful losers. Stéphane, an artist, college student, metal head, and inveterate gambler, who shares the name of his creator, is a loser by any definition of the word. He’s screwed friends, relatives, and a death metal band called Deathgaze over an album cover for which he’s been paid thousands but gambled away. At the behest of his compassionate cousin, Malik, our narrator gets his shit together enough to get a job as a dishwasher at a high-end Montreal restaurant. Stéphane’s tales of his struggles with addiction are as dizzying as any alcoholic memoir, while his drunken adventures—with a crew that includes his mentor and enabler, Bébert; a flat-out criminal named Greg; the ex he sort-of pines after; and other archetypal characters that flit in and out of his orbit—are captivating. “Nothing ever works out for me,” Stéphane moans to Bébert one night, and while it’s worth it to see if that’s true in the end, watching him screw up over and over is hypnotizing all by itself; Stéphane’s arc toward self-destruction is outright malignant.
A few shattering days in the life of a broken and desperate young man.Pub Date: Aug. 6, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-77196-269-8
Page Count: 464
Publisher: Biblioasis
Review Posted Online: March 16, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 2019
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
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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