Deceptively simple, nicely nourishing fiction of the old school.
An emotionally muddled art student’s unlucky sexual ventures as he stumbles upon the Sardinian woman of his dreams.
Women typically find Albert rather idiotic and pathetic, especially the Roman policewoman with whom he has an unfortunate chance encounter while pursuing his study of Caravaggio. “Preoccupied with disastrous urges,” but lacking the courage to fulfill them, poor Albert, weaned on the revolutionary books of Wilhelm Reich and Peter Kropotkin, lives on the verge of daily frustration and regret; suffering from a deep-seated skin condition, he prefers to scratch at paintings rather than analyze them. Back home in Berlin, he visits a Mafia-style Italian bar and falls for Elena, an impassive, somnolent Sardinian waitress whose uses for Albert aren’t clear. She operates as a shill for Italian gamblers, and her heart is apparently taken by an older married “Persian”; Albert is terribly jealous of the man but can’t compete with him. Eventually, Elena saves enough money to buy a house back on her homeland and take up a cosmetology business. Albert, imagining he can research Caravaggio while there, follows her. The result, as with everything in his experience, is not what he imagines. Or does he have happiness within his reach, only to throw it away like the sandwiches his mother always made him lovingly before a long train trip? In a few short, sharp strokes, German novelist Treichel (Lost, 1999) delineates Albert's miserable and permanent state of sub-being: When he and Elena make love, “it was once again as if she were allowing him to take part in a feast to which people like him weren’t usually invited.” Albert is a bumbling romantic hero who needs to be rescued, and Treichel mirrors his restless, befuddled state with dry, passionless prose beautifully rendered in a marvelous and very funny translation by Wood, who has done equally well in the past for Thomas Mann, Patrick Suskind, and Ingo Schulze.
Deceptively simple, nicely nourishing fiction of the old school.Pub Date: Sept. 21, 2004
ISBN: 0-375-42261-7
Page Count: 256
Publisher: Pantheon
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2004
BOOK REVIEW
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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SEEN & HEARD
SEEN & HEARD
SEEN & HEARD
A novel of horrific beauty, where death is the only truth.
Even within the author’s extraordinary body of work, this stands as a radical achievement, a novel that demands to be read and reread.
McCarthy (No Country for Old Men, 2005, etc.) pushes his thematic obsessions to their extremes in a parable that reads like Night of the Living Dead as rewritten by Samuel Beckett. Where much of McCarthy’s fiction has been set in the recent past of the South and West, here he conjures a nightmare of an indeterminate future. A great fire has left the country covered in layers of ash and littered with incinerated corpses. Foraging through the wasteland are a father and son, neither named (though the son calls the father “Papa”). The father dimly remembers the world as it was and occasionally dreams of it. The son was born on the cusp of whatever has happened—apocalypse? holocaust?—and has never known anything else. His mother committed suicide rather than face the unspeakable horror. As they scavenge for survival, they consider themselves the “good guys,” carriers of the fire, while most of the few remaining survivors are “bad guys,” cannibals who eat babies. In order to live, they must keep moving amid this shadowy landscape, in which ashes have all but obliterated the sun. In their encounters along their pilgrimage to the coast, where things might not be better but where they can go no further, the boy emerges as the novel’s moral conscience. The relationship between father and son has a sweetness that represents all that’s good in a universe where conventional notions of good and evil have been extinguished. Amid the bleakness of survival—through which those who wish they’d never been born struggle to persevere—there are glimmers of comedy in an encounter with an old man who plays the philosophical role of the Shakespearean fool. Though the sentences of McCarthy’s recent work are shorter and simpler than they once were, his prose combines the cadence of prophecy with the indelible images of poetry.
A novel of horrific beauty, where death is the only truth.Pub Date: Oct. 2, 2006
ISBN: 0-307-26543-9
Page Count: 288
Publisher: Knopf
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2006
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