Sacrificing clarity for a kind of lyricism, this meditation on American life and culture fails to convince.
A Frenchman visits a backwoods Oregon bar.
When the French narrator of Montalbetti’s (Western, 2009) latest novel arrives in Oregon, it isn’t clear what he’s doing there. Nor do his purposes ever become clear. “What was I thinking back then? Nothing in particular, I guess,” he tells us. “A chaotic mix of opposing sensations that I surrendered to, waiting for them to subside and vanish.” He stays in a motel and makes nightly visits to a run-down bar, where he meets a handful of men whose stories he gradually gleans. There’s Colter, who lost his house, wife, and family after losing his job. There’s Harry Dean, who works a farm where one day a visitor arrives, retracing the steps of Louis and Clark’s expedition. There’s Moses, who runs the bar and has hung behind the counter a photograph of himself as a frightened child. Their stories precede an act of violence, at the end, that the narrator theorizes was engendered by their surroundings: the ocean, “a furious, uncontrollable presence, an endless display of unfathomable anger” against which “they were powerless.” Montalbetti’s narrator rhapsodizes at length, throughout the novel, about that ocean—but those rhapsodies never quite convince. Nor do the characters. For a book about the sharing of stories, this one is strangely silent: the only voice we hear is the narrator’s, and though he talks a lot, we don’t learn much. His chatty asides (“So, as I was saying,” “I’ll get to him in a minute,” and so on) are more annoying than they are charming. Montalbetti’s intention might be, like de Tocqueville’s, to elucidate American life, to provide a kind of gloss. If so, she doesn’t achieve it. Neither her characters nor her setting are convincingly American. Nor does her ocean bear the weight of this narrative.
Sacrificing clarity for a kind of lyricism, this meditation on American life and culture fails to convince.Pub Date: June 23, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-94315-018-2
Page Count: 216
Publisher: Dalkey Archive
Review Posted Online: May 1, 2017
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 2017
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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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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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