An overwritten and too-long period piece that serves as a reminder of just how strange the ’50s could be.
Far from the cyberpunk razzmatazz that earned Dick fame (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?,1968, etc.), this heretofore unpublished 1953 novel is an apprentice work of social realism.
Stuart Hadley mopes. Despite his pretty wife and pretty baby (hey, he’s pretty pretty himself), Hadley throbs from his wingtips to his Wildrooted hair with ’50s existential angst, the same mind-freak that afflicted characters in Ray Bradbury stories and Rod Serling TV shows. He’s an Ike-era prole, a Philco salesman at Modern TV who gets beat up in a bar fight by goons calling him “a Red.” He isn’t really, despite a flirtation with progressive presidential candidate Henry Wallace, but Hadley’s hip enough to see the American Dream as a con. Sure, he fantasizes about success, a swinging pad with “modern prints on the walls, cushions on the floor, Chinese mats, Bartok playing in the background on a custom-built phonograph,” but he’s stuck in a drab marriage to Ellen, “a ripe moist melon within panes of glass.” Itchy for deliverance, Hadley strays with Sartre-spouting bohemian Marsha, editor of Succubus, a sort of Jungian-fascist magazine cluttered with anti-Semitic editorials and artsy photographs. Very strange. But no stranger than Marsha’s squeeze, Theodore Beckheim, a black Billy-Graham-meets-Ayn-Rand evangelist who’s convincing San Francisco that the End Times are nigh. Enthralled with Beckheim, Hadley ditches his left-wing pals from high school, the Golds (too Jewish!), and his Donna Reed-ish sister and her go-getter hubby (too bourgeois!). A Dark Night of the Soul ensues before Hadley wakes up (a changed man!) and returns to his wife’s arms.
An overwritten and too-long period piece that serves as a reminder of just how strange the ’50s could be.Pub Date: Jan. 23, 2007
ISBN: 0-765-31692-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Tor
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 1, 2006
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BOOK REVIEW
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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BOOK TO SCREEN
Too much drama at the end detracts from a finely wrought and subtle conundrum.
Ware (In A Dark, Dark Wood, 2015) offers up a classic “paranoid woman” story with a modern twist in this tense, claustrophobic mystery.
Days before departing on a luxury cruise for work, travel journalist Lo Blacklock is the victim of a break-in. Though unharmed, she ends up locked in her own room for several hours before escaping; as a result, she is unable to sleep. By the time she comes onboard the Aurora, Lo is suffering from severe sleep deprivation and possibly even PTSD, so when she hears a big splash from the cabin next door in the middle of the night, “the kind of splash made by a body hitting water,” she can’t prove to security that anything violent has actually occurred. To make matters stranger, there's no record of any passenger traveling in the cabin next to Lo’s, even though Lo herself saw a woman there and even borrowed makeup from her before the first night’s dinner party. Reeling from her own trauma, and faced with proof that she may have been hallucinating, Lo continues to investigate, aided by her ex-boyfriend Ben (who's also writing about the cruise), fighting desperately to find any shred of evidence that she may be right. The cast of characters, their conversations, and the luxurious but confining setting all echo classic Agatha Christie; in fact, the structure of the mystery itself is an old one: a woman insists murder has occurred, everyone else says she’s crazy. But Lo is no wallflower; she is a strong and determined modern heroine who refuses to doubt the evidence of her own instincts. Despite this successful formula, and a whole lot of slowly unraveling tension, the end is somehow unsatisfying. And the newspaper and social media inserts add little depth.
Too much drama at the end detracts from a finely wrought and subtle conundrum.Pub Date: July 19, 2016
ISBN: 978-1-5011-3293-3
Page Count: 352
Publisher: Scout Press/Simon & Schuster
Review Posted Online: May 2, 2016
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 15, 2016
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