A deeply nuanced, atmospheric, and graphic depiction of mental illness, drug addiction, and recovery.
Singer/songwriter Justin Townes Earle, a recovering drug addict, tells audiences that people ask the wrong question of those trying to get clean. Rather than asking why they use, they should ask why they hurt.
This sentiment runs through Indiana’s fifth novel. In it, Argenis Luna has been sent to a Cuban drug detoxification clinic run by Dr. Bengoa. The arrangement took some string pulling from Argenis’ father, a high-ranking bureaucrat in the Dominican Republic’s ruling party, who called in a favor from the physician. The two had once been political comrades, forging a bond during a 1967 Latin American Solidarity Conference. At the time, both were filled with revolutionary fervor. Now, 37 years later, the men are middle-aged and weary. José Alfredo, the dad, has become rich and powerful, and Bengoa has become a hack physician, providing rich junkies with injections of Temgesic to wean them from heroin. José Alfredo, meanwhile, wants to help his 27-year-old son, a once-promising artist, get his life back on course. But it won’t be easy. Argenis hates his negligent and philandering father and is filled with contempt for him. At the same time, he’s grateful to be in Havana, especially after meeting comely Susana. Recovery, however, is never seamless, and as memories of childhood flood back, Argenis has to confront both the love and deprivation that marked his coming-of-age. Along the way, he is aided by people who include a Cuban drag performer, his aunt Niurka, his mom, Etelvina, and a former art professor. Still, despite their considerable assistance, Argenis remains haunted by the image of Goya’s Saturn Devouring His Son. Will he, like the son in the painting, find rescue, or will he be consumed by an overbearing father?
A deeply nuanced, atmospheric, and graphic depiction of mental illness, drug addiction, and recovery.Pub Date: March 24, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-911508-60-1
Page Count: 124
Publisher: And Other Stories
Review Posted Online: Dec. 28, 2019
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 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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