If at times the novel suffers from its slightness, its dark conclusion is astonishing in its honesty.
Two women in the film industry, one from New York and the other from Paris, share a close friendship ruptured by trauma.
This is the third book to appear in English from French author, journalist, and film producer Halberstadt (La Petite, 2012, etc.). The narrator, Michèle, who lives in Paris, is writing to her American friend, Molly, who's suffered a brain aneurysm and is in a coma. Entwined with her reaction to her friend’s sudden and prolonged illness, she reflects on the beginning of their friendship—they bonded over absurd demands from Tom Cruise—and recalls highlights from their years of attending international film festivals together. She ruminates on her experience as a working mother and compares it to Molly’s single and singularly focused life; photos of the celebrities Molly's worked with decorate her home more prominently than snapshots of friends and family. References to “a cartoon pinup astride an atomic bomb,” Gloria Swanson's performance as Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard, and Elton John's singing “Candle in the Wind” at Princess Diana's funeral characterize Molly as a powerful force at risk of extinction. Molly eventually emerges from her coma, but she apparently will never get to read this account in its entirety: Michèle writes about her husband's infidelity but then excludes those pages from what she intends to show her recovering friend, adding a layer of complexity to the narrative. The adultery and Michèle’s reaction to it are described as banalities to be abhorred, just as she abhors sappy American hospital dramas. This concern with cliché is strangely at odds with prose that is peppered with stock phrases such as “blew me away,” “smokes like a chimney,” and “I stuck to my guns.” This superficial language, however, is cut by darker, more incisive imagery. In remembering the story of Pinocchio ending up in the belly of a whale, Michèle asks of Molly, “Which belly, inside which giant fish have you gotten lost?” and then answers, “But then you’re not a wooden puppet who has to pay for her lies.”
If at times the novel suffers from its slightness, its dark conclusion is astonishing in its honesty.Pub Date: April 12, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-59051-759-8
Page Count: 176
Publisher: Other Press
Review Posted Online: Jan. 19, 2016
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2016
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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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