A page-turner with provocative implications.
Russian postmodernist Sorokin’s English-language debut combines imaginative audacity and stylistic virtuosity in a work that defies categorization.
The first section has the staccato pacing of hard-boiled pulp fiction, and it’s about as subtle as the hammer to the human chest that opens the breathlessly paced narrative. A secret Russian sect is attempting to “awaken” the hearts of those who might qualify as kindred spirits. They must be blonde-haired and blue-eyed. When they are struck in the chest with a hammer made of ice, which later reveals its peculiar interstellar properties, they are likely to lose consciousness in the brain while gaining consciousness in the heart, which murmurs the new name of the blessed one. If there is no murmur, the body can be discarded as an empty vessel; those who awaken discover a heart-to-heart connection that is like the wordless bliss of extended orgasm. The second section offers a backstory narrated in a very different voice. Fourteen-year-old Varya Samsikova describes her removal from the Russian countryside and transportation to Nazi Germany, the original home of a blonde-haired, blue-eyed master race. In Germany, Varya becomes one of the “awakened,” learns about their origins and returns to her native Russia in search of kindred spirits. There she ultimately suffers from totalitarian persecution that suggests the Soviet Union has plenty in common with the nation that was so recently its enemy in World War II. Varya’s account extends from her teenage war experiences through the dismantling of the Soviet Union. The novel culminates in two much shorter sections that flash forward to a future when the ice has become a self-administered instrument of both spiritual salvation and entertainment, the next step beyond the digital revolution. Its adherents make some strange claims, but not much stranger than those associated with Scientology or est.
A page-turner with provocative implications.Pub Date: Jan. 1, 2007
ISBN: 1-59017-195-0
Page Count: 304
Publisher: New York Review Books
Review Posted Online: June 24, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2006
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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
Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.
A lonely postman learns that he’s about to die—and reflects on life as he bargains with a Hawaiian-shirt–wearing devil.
The 30-year-old first-person narrator in filmmaker/novelist Kawamura’s slim novel is, by his own admission, “boring…a monotone guy,” so unimaginative that, when he learns he has a brain tumor, the bucket list he writes down is dull enough that “even the cat looked disgusted with me.” Luckily—or maybe not—a friendly devil, dubbed Aloha, pops onto the scene, and he’s willing to make a deal: an extra day of life in exchange for being allowed to remove something pleasant from the world. The first thing excised is phones, which goes well enough. (The narrator is pleasantly surprised to find that “people seemed to have no problem finding something to fill up their free time.”) But deals with the devil do have a way of getting complicated. This leads to shallow musings (“Sometimes, when you rewatch a film after not having seen it for a long time, it makes a totally different impression on you than it did the first time you saw it. Of course, the movie hasn’t changed; it’s you who’s changed") written in prose so awkward, it’s possibly satire (“Tears dripped down onto the letter like warm, salty drops of rain”). Even the postman’s beloved cat, who gains the power of speech, ends up being prim and annoying. The narrator ponders feelings about a lost love, his late mother, and his estranged father in a way that some readers might find moving at times. But for many, whatever made this book a bestseller in Japan is going to be lost in translation.
Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.Pub Date: March 12, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-250-29405-0
Page Count: 176
Publisher: Flatiron Books
Review Posted Online: Feb. 16, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2019
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