Not for every taste, but it’s another illustration of the range of Tim Parks’s seemingly inexhaustible talents.
The prolific British author’s 12th novel returns him to Italy (where Parks and his family reside) for an intriguing change of pace.
It’s the story of a four-day “community experience” in which 15 would-be adventurers—six adults and nine teenagers—embark on a white-water kayaking trip along the Aurino River in the Southern Tyrol region of the Italian Alps. They’re a predictably mixed lot, including middle-aged bank executive Vincent, a recent widower, and the daughter (Louise) who’s growing up (and away from him) too quickly to be capable of sharing in his grief; overweight, over-eager Keith, an ardent, ingenuous boy in a swollen man’s body; cold-fish Max, a know-it-all student ruled by a mordant, contemptuous sense of humor; and river guide Clive, an aging ecological activist who does not refrain from delivering lectures on global warming (e.g., melting glaciers are making the waters they’re all traveling far more dangerous than usual) and irresponsible public policies—that is, when he’s not dashing off to earth-friendly conferences or protest demonstrations, or punishing his younger Italian girlfriend Michela by refusing to have sex. Vince’s burgeoning interest in the attractive Michela sparks one helpful complication, as do the cantankerous pronouncements of “canoeing” instructor Adam, whose bitter distrust of the motives of self-declared earth-savers estranges him from his own confused, withdrawn son, Mark. It’s all more than a little contrived and top-heavy—as is an enthusiast’s overabundance of detail about the metaphysics and techniques of braving those all-too-symbolic rapids (they are the meandering and treacherous currents of our lives, dear reader, and you are not to forget it). Nevertheless, Parks writes so knowledgeably and graphically about the exhilaration of engaging the unknown on its own unforgiving terms that it’s impossible not to be swept along the Aurino, despite the narrative’s blustering excesses.
Not for every taste, but it’s another illustration of the range of Tim Parks’s seemingly inexhaustible talents.Pub Date: April 12, 2006
ISBN: 1-55970-811-5
Page Count: 264
Publisher: Arcade
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2006
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
SEEN & HEARD
BOOK TO SCREEN
Miller makes Homer pertinent to women facing 21st-century monsters.
A retelling of ancient Greek lore gives exhilarating voice to a witch.
“Monsters are a boon for gods. Imagine all the prayers.” So says Circe, a sly, petulant, and finally commanding voice that narrates the entirety of Miller’s dazzling second novel. The writer returns to Homer, the wellspring that led her to an Orange Prize for The Song of Achilles (2012). This time, she dips into The Odyssey for the legend of Circe, a nymph who turns Odysseus’ crew of men into pigs. The novel, with its distinctive feminist tang, starts with the sentence: “When I was born, the name for what I was did not exist.” Readers will relish following the puzzle of this unpromising daughter of the sun god Helios and his wife, Perse, who had negligible use for their child. It takes banishment to the island Aeaea for Circe to sense her calling as a sorceress: “I will not be like a bird bred in a cage, I thought, too dull to fly even when the door stands open. I stepped into those woods and my life began.” This lonely, scorned figure learns herbs and potions, surrounds herself with lions, and, in a heart-stopping chapter, outwits the monster Scylla to propel Daedalus and his boat to safety. She makes lovers of Hermes and then two mortal men. She midwifes the birth of the Minotaur on Crete and performs her own C-section. And as she grows in power, she muses that “not even Odysseus could talk his way past [her] witchcraft. He had talked his way past the witch instead.” Circe’s fascination with mortals becomes the book’s marrow and delivers its thrilling ending. All the while, the supernatural sits intriguingly alongside “the tonic of ordinary things.” A few passages coil toward melodrama, and one inelegant line after a rape seems jarringly modern, but the spell holds fast. Expect Miller’s readership to mushroom like one of Circe’s spells.
Miller makes Homer pertinent to women facing 21st-century monsters.Pub Date: April 10, 2018
ISBN: 978-0-316-55634-7
Page Count: 400
Publisher: Little, Brown
Review Posted Online: Jan. 22, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2018
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