Superlative fiction. It’s good to have Schnitzler back among us.
An examination of psychological and psychosexual extremities by one of the masters: bleak, accomplished tales—icy, penetrating, and uncomfortably memorable.
Austrian physician, playwright, and novelist Schnitzler (1862–1931), whose equally polished short stories were revived in this publisher’s 2002 sampling Night Games, was one of the earliest writers to employ the stream-of-consciousness technique: in his hands, it’s an instrument of clinical precision. A brilliant early example is “Dying” (1892), which records the final months, then days endured by Felix, a hitherto healthy young man whose doctor (correctly) tells him that he has but a year to live. Schnitzler coolly charts the emotional odyssey undergone by Felix, his devoted lover Marie, and the aforementioned physician (who’s also Felix’s close friend) Alfred. Translator Schaefer’s excellent foreword persuasively links this story’s preoccupation with last things to the “cult of death” rampant in late 19th-century Vienna. “Dying” is a moving work, and an impressive harbinger of such greater achievements as “Flight into Darkness” (1909; published 1931), a harrowing study in paranoia and schizophrenia, whose protagonist Robert virtually wills his way into madness, succumbing to a comprehensive “anxiety” that makes presumed enemies of his fiancée, his brother Otto (a doctor), and even casual acquaintances. Critics have suspected autobiographical relevance in this truly eerie narrative, to which further levels of tension are added by its narrator’s vacillating closeness to, and understanding of, both Otto’s forbearance and the doomed Robert’s accelerating instability. Even better is “Fräulein Else” (1925), an extended monologue (which inspired a famous silent film) whose eponymous speaker is an emotional 19-year-old girl betrayed by her family. Her father’s gambling debts oblige the virginal Else to abase herself before “an old lecher in order to save a good-for-nothing from jail.” This extraordinary portrayal of psychic shock and disintegration is, simply, one of the great modern short novels.
Superlative fiction. It’s good to have Schnitzler back among us.Pub Date: Oct. 24, 2003
ISBN: 1-56663-542-X
Page Count: 288
Publisher: Ivan Dee/Rowman & Littlefield
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 2003
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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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The Brat Pack meets The Bacchae in this precious, way-too-long, and utterly unsuspenseful town-and-gown murder tale. A bunch of ever-so-mandarin college kids in a small Vermont school are the eager epigones of an aloof classics professor, and in their exclusivity and snobbishness and eagerness to please their teacher, they are moved to try to enact Dionysian frenzies in the woods. During the only one that actually comes off, a local farmer happens upon them—and they kill him. But the death isn't ruled a murder—and might never have been if one of the gang—a cadging sybarite named Bunny Corcoran—hadn't shown signs of cracking under the secret's weight. And so he too is dispatched. The narrator, a blank-slate Californian named Richard Pepen chronicles the coverup. But if you're thinking remorse-drama, conscience masque, or even semi-trashy who'll-break-first? page-turner, forget it: This is a straight gee-whiz, first-to-have-ever-noticed college novel—"Hampden College, as a body, was always strangely prone to hysteria. Whether from isolation, malice, or simple boredom, people there were far more credulous and excitable than educated people are generally thought to be, and this hermetic, overheated atmosphere made it a thriving black petri dish of melodrama and distortion." First-novelist Tartt goes muzzy when she has to describe human confrontations (the murder, or sex, or even the ping-ponging of fear), and is much more comfortable in transcribing aimless dorm-room paranoia or the TV shows that the malefactors anesthetize themselves with as fate ticks down. By telegraphing the murders, Tartt wants us to be continually horrified at these kids—while inviting us to semi-enjoy their manneristic fetishes and refined tastes. This ersatz-Fitzgerald mix of moralizing and mirror-looking (Jay McInerney shook and poured the shaker first) is very 80's—and in Tartt's strenuous version already seems dated, formulaic. Les Nerds du Mal—and about as deep (if not nearly as involving) as a TV movie.
Pub Date: Sept. 16, 1992
ISBN: 1400031702
Page Count: 592
Publisher: Knopf
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 1992
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