A 1939 Paris novella of Nabokov's that, as he acknowledged, served as "the first little throb" for Lolita—being as well about a tormented pedophile who's willing to go so far as to take on the girl's mother if it means eventually securing the pubescent prey. The narrator, a bachelor jeweler, is sitting on a park bench one day when the 12-year-old girl in question comes roller-skating by. She takes away his breath, and he immediately makes a private vow to have her, but the girl is temporarily in care of someone other than her mother, who is sick (in fact, she's dying). The jeweler, "the enchanter," comes up with a diabolically complex plan of proposing marriage to the dying mother: he knows she'll be off the scene soon enough, and he can then best take guardianship of the girl. He and the sick mother do marry (a teeth-clenched consummation on his part), and then the woman, as expected, so dies. So now to the girl—a country inn, a single bed, an assault (he can't help himself, he can't postpone), a comic disaster. It isn't Lolita—it has none of that book's discordances of texture—but it is Nabokov, at every incrustedly prolix sentence. Son Dmitri Nabokov has translated as well as provided a pretentious afterword—which carps against biographer Andrew Field, and the latest louts who dare suggest that a recently published pseudonymous novel, Novel With Cocaine, is the work of his father, and which makes rather more of this elegant but stictly semi-pornographic/hack-work sketch than it deserves.
Pub Date: Oct. 15, 1986
ISBN: 0679728864
Page Count: 96
Publisher: Putnam
Review Posted Online: Oct. 1, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 15, 1986
Suspenseful, full of incident, and not obviously necessary.
Atwood goes back to Gilead.
The Handmaid’s Tale (1985), consistently regarded as a masterpiece of 20th-century literature, has gained new attention in recent years with the success of the Hulu series as well as fresh appreciation from readers who feel like this story has new relevance in America’s current political climate. Atwood herself has spoken about how news headlines have made her dystopian fiction seem eerily plausible, and it’s not difficult to imagine her wanting to revisit Gilead as the TV show has sped past where her narrative ended. Like the novel that preceded it, this sequel is presented as found documents—first-person accounts of life inside a misogynistic theocracy from three informants. There is Agnes Jemima, a girl who rejects the marriage her family arranges for her but still has faith in God and Gilead. There’s Daisy, who learns on her 16th birthday that her whole life has been a lie. And there's Aunt Lydia, the woman responsible for turning women into Handmaids. This approach gives readers insight into different aspects of life inside and outside Gilead, but it also leads to a book that sometimes feels overstuffed. The Handmaid’s Tale combined exquisite lyricism with a powerful sense of urgency, as if a thoughtful, perceptive woman was racing against time to give witness to her experience. That narrator hinted at more than she said; Atwood seemed to trust readers to fill in the gaps. This dynamic created an atmosphere of intimacy. However curious we might be about Gilead and the resistance operating outside that country, what we learn here is that what Atwood left unsaid in the first novel generated more horror and outrage than explicit detail can. And the more we get to know Agnes, Daisy, and Aunt Lydia, the less convincing they become. It’s hard, of course, to compete with a beloved classic, so maybe the best way to read this new book is to forget about The Handmaid’s Tale and enjoy it as an artful feminist thriller.
Suspenseful, full of incident, and not obviously necessary.Pub Date: Sept. 10, 2019
ISBN: 978-0-385-54378-1
Page Count: 432
Publisher: Nan A. Talese
Review Posted Online: Sept. 3, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 15, 2019
SEEN & HEARD
SEEN & HEARD
SEEN & HEARD
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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