One of modern literature's greatest curmudgeons appears to be going soft in his old age. There's still some of the characteristic Amis misanthropy and plenty of his mocking wit here, but this thoroughly enjoyable novel seems to suggest that, for the most part, all's right with an imperfect world. Much of the magnanimity emanates from one Harry Caldecote, a twice-divorced former librarian who lives with his widowed sister in London and dreams of a sinecure from the sultan of Brunei. Not without his faults, Harry often provides "helping hands for hopless people"—an assortment of friends and relations who have a difficult time fending for themselves. There's Bunty Streatfield, the lesbian daughter of Harry's second wife, who subjects herself to the cruelties of her violent, man-hating mate, Popsy, a nasty piece of work. Bunty's estranged husband, Desmond, pops in now and then, hopelessly in love with his wife despite Harry's somber advice. There's Fiona, the niece of Harry's first wife, a drop-down-drunk in her 30s who feels a victim of inevitable fate. And then there's poor old Freddy, Harry's henpecked brother, a gentle fool who lives in his own world, watched over by his shewish wife, Desiree. A harridan in the Amis tradition, Desiree is a "third-rate genteelist bullshitter" who accounts for her husband's every breath, supposedly on account of his fragile prostate. One by one, Harry gently helps them all mend their lives, even as his own takes a few unexpected turns—his longtime mistress returns to her husband after 19 years, and a real plum of a job in the US is his for the taking. A series of crises reminds Harry how much he likes the responsibilities at home as well as the companionship of his agreeable sister, Clare. What made Amis' Booker-winning The Old Devils (1987) a delight is also evident here—more about sex and booze among septuagenarians most of all. Lots of wonderfully gratuitous gibes at Amis' familiar betes noires brighten an already luminous work.
Pub Date: June 1, 1990
ISBN: 0671708163
Page Count: 264
Publisher: Summit/Simon & Schuster
Review Posted Online: March 19, 2012
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 1990
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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