Pretentious, dull, self-indulgent, and about as Joycean as an old rerun of Gilligan’s Island.
An excruciating postmodern fantasy retells the story of Gilligan’s Island à la James Joyce.
Maybe you really love Finnegan’s Wake. Or maybe you’re a Gilligan’s Island addict. It’s possible, however unlikely, that you’re a fan of both—in which case this is the story for you. Each character from that old show gets his own chapter, arranged in the order of the theme song (“there’s Gilligan, / the skipper, too, / the millionaire / and his wife . . .”). So, instead of stately, plump Buck Mulligan, we begin with Li’l Buddy himself, a beatnik hipster strung out in a Mayo Clinic psychiatric ward where he reminisces about happier days in Frisco with his pals Ferlinghetti and Holden Caulfield. The skipper goes on about his wartime duty as a PT boat captain in WWII, when he hung out with the likes of JFK and McHale (i.e., Ernest Borgnine). Thurston Howell III turns out to have been at the center of an espionage ring involving his old Groton classmate Alger Hiss (who didn’t really go to Groton, but never mind), while his wife (Lovie) had an unusual relationship with Daisy Buchanan of The Great Gatsby during the 1920s. Ginger, the movie star, reveals how she broke into pictures by providing solace to members of the Rat Pack (and a certain Massachusetts senator) in the mid-1950s, while the Professor ruminates on his days at Los Alamos with Oppenheimer and Teller—professional relationships that made his life rather complicated during the McCarthy years (just as Ginger’s ministrations to Sammy Davis Jr. broke her southern mama’s heart). Finally, Mary-Ann, the most boring of the castaways, offers a long and convoluted account of her years in Paris, studying at the Sorbonne and dating Jean-Luc Godard.
Pretentious, dull, self-indulgent, and about as Joycean as an old rerun of Gilligan’s Island.Pub Date: Jan. 1, 2003
ISBN: 0-312-29123-X
Page Count: 352
Publisher: Picador
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2002
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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This book sings with the terrible silence of dead civilizations in which once there was valor.
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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