Slow-movement storytelling: fully-fleshed, compassionate, and satisfying.
The abandonment of a newborn child in a pear orchard opens an intense tale of choices and consequences which, despite its early-20th-century setting, has the capacious feel of a Victorian novel.
Set on Cape Ann, Massachusetts, in the 1910s and '20s, Solomon's (The Little Bride, 2011) penetrating second work of fiction connects Irish and Jewish, workers and bluebloods, the fertile and the barren. Events spring from an abrupt sexual act that leaves wealthy, musical, Jewish Bea Haven pregnant. Sent to live with relatives in the country until the baby is born and she can take up her place at Radcliffe, 18-year-old Bea is repelled at the chilly prospect of placing her child in an orphanage and instead leaves the girl in the path of Irish trespassers who annually strip her uncle’s fruit trees. So the baby—in future known as Lucy Pear—is spirited away by Emma Murphy to join her brood of nine children. Solomon returns repeatedly to Bea’s fragile psychology in the ensuing decade: her breakdown, her withdrawal, her failing marriage to handsome, gay Albert Cohn, her sadness for “all the lives that might have been hers.” Meanwhile, Lucy grows up visibly different from her adoptive family, while Emma begins an affair with a local businessman and finds herself working, briefly, for Bea, whom she recognizes as Lucy’s mother. As background, Solomon introduces Prohibition and the Sacco and Vanzetti case, yet the novel seems to belong to an earlier era of storytelling, focused on the inner lives and challenges of a community, especially the womenfolk. Repeatedly opting for the less predictable outcome, Solomon reaches resolutions marked with the same reflective maturity as the rest of this solidly absorbing novel.
Slow-movement storytelling: fully-fleshed, compassionate, and satisfying.Pub Date: July 26, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-594-63265-5
Page Count: 336
Publisher: Viking
Review Posted Online: May 3, 2016
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 2016
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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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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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