Pitch-perfect from start to finish.
A grad student gets caught up in a world of gangsters.
Villalobos (I’ll Sell You a Dog, 2016, etc.) is known for experimental novels that tangle the absurd with the grotesque, the poignant with the foulmouthed. His latest novel to appear in English might be his best yet. The story follows a Mexican literature student, conveniently named Juan Pablo Villalobos, who travels to Barcelona to work on his dissertation and, by way of his cousin, gets caught up in a world of gangsters and thugs. He has to do what they tell him to do, or else. He finds himself casting his girlfriend aside, pursuing a Catalan lesbian named Laia, and, possibly worst of all, changing his dissertation topic. The narrative alternates between his point of view, his enraged girlfriend’s diary entries, and long, rambling letters from both his now-deceased cousin and his passive-aggressive, guilt-tripping mother, who refers to herself in the third person (“would it have killed you to call her on Christmas Eve?”). Villalobos’ narrative style is so propulsive it’s nearly impossible to stop reading. There’s certainly a mystery—or two or three—buried under all this, but where the red herrings end and the mysteries begin could be anyone’s guess. Along the way, Villalobos has a lot to say about racism, colorism, tensions around immigration, literary theory—oh, and the nature, uses, and limits of humor in literature. This is a hilarious novel, and it’s brilliant and it’s bittersweet, too, in surprising ways. The mixture is uneasy and also just right.
Pitch-perfect from start to finish.Pub Date: May 5, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-911508-48-9
Page Count: 356
Publisher: And Other Stories
Review Posted Online: Feb. 8, 2020
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2020
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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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