by Teresa McWhirter ‧ RELEASE DATE: Oct. 1, 2004
Mostly sad stories about club kids, Canadian style. Wasted lives, a waste of time.
Linked sketches skim the surface of a group of twentysomethings down and out in Vancouver.
Any night of the week Hannah and her crew—Blue, Carrotgirl, Jezebel, Eli, Em, Jay, Bernice, Oliver, Donna and Lily—hang out, get drunk or stoned, look for bedmates, get into fights. Hannah, 24, is the nascent writer of the group, but she has little to say: “She kept notes on their reckless cycles, her aimless conversations with welfare babies. She turned to a fresh page and wrote, ‘The morning after the night before.’” Hannah falls in love with Gritboy, a skateboard-riding, good-natured “dirty boy” who lives in a van and drinks most of his money away. Their romance is central to the story: they fall in love, he moves in, they get bored, she kicks him out, he takes up with Bernice, they keep bumping into each other, she takes off to forget about him (24 hours in San Francisco, a stretch in New York) and mostly gets over it at last. Most of the characters are solipsistic and frequently foolish. The book offers a useful prologue and epilogue (who did what to whom) and a chilling centerpiece, “Annie & Clay: A History,” a pseudo oral history by the crew that describes the gradual disintegration of a homeless couple. Annie is “from a long line of Edmonton punks, . . . the kind who forge through the snow to tear shit up at the strip mall Smitty’s.” She runs off at 15 with a 40-year-old biker, ends up rescued by her mother, toothless, with “Trust No Man” tattooed across her stomach. Clay skateboards, paints graffiti, is otherwise passive. Blue-eyed, freckled, most likely brain-damaged from nitrous oxide (“poor man’s crack,” from whipped-cream containers), glue, and other drugs. In the end, he’s howling at the moon, and Annie loses track of him.
Mostly sad stories about club kids, Canadian style. Wasted lives, a waste of time.Pub Date: Oct. 1, 2004
ISBN: 1-55192-459-5
Page Count: 152
Publisher: Polestar/Raincoast
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 2004
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by Margaret Atwood ‧ RELEASE DATE: Feb. 17, 1985
Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.
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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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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.Pub Date: Jan. 23, 1958
ISBN: 0385474547
Page Count: 207
Publisher: McDowell, Obolensky
Review Posted Online: April 23, 2013
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1958
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