With his subtitle, "The Life and Adventures of Marshall Pearl, a Foundling," Helprin winks at the picaresque, Torn Jones tradition in which this enormously ambitious, enormously talented, and enormously unsuccessful first novel is shakily grounded. Certainly Marshall's cosmopolitan odyssey has its picarequisite share of outlandish incident and ourtrageous coincidences: born to a dying Jewish refugee on a Palestine-bound ship in 1947; raised by a rich Jew in the Hudson Valley (where he wrestles with an eagle) and Jamaica (where, being a sharpshooter/genius, he leads an Anglo attack on Rastafarians); half-educated at Harvard; employed at a nightmare-like slaughterhouse; shipwrecked and happenstanced into the arms of his childhood sweetheart; propelled through Europe to Israel, where he serves—all unbeknownst—under his real father in the bureaucracy Israeli army, just in time to predict and survive (?) the October War. But neither Helprin nor Marshall has the high-spirited drive to send one set-piece snowballing into the next; we're constantly aware of the arbitrariness of the design and the sheer locomotive effort. And despite—or because of—his myriad endowments and extensive introspections, the mythic hero remains faceless, a distinct drawback when his fortunes swing toward the earthbound. Marshall's identity-search is clearly intended to work serio-comically on both personal (autobiographical?) and theme-dream/East-West levels—a tricky business. That it works on neither is no reflection on Helprin's basic narrative equipment, which, aside from slips into sophomorics (to an admiral: "Are you contemplating your naval problems?"), lyric pretensions, or New Yorker-ish listmaking, can dish up the ironies, dialects, and images needed to keep pace with his prodigious imagination. That imagination has been on better display in Helprin's short stories and will no doubt be on better display in sharper, less grandiose novels to come.
Pub Date: Oct. 4, 1977
ISBN: 0156031078
Page Count: 564
Publisher: Knopf
Review Posted Online: April 3, 2012
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 1977
BOOK REVIEW
BOOK REVIEW
BOOK REVIEW
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
SEEN & HEARD
BOOK TO SCREEN
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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