THE TROLLEY

Name: THE TROLLEY
Author: Claude Simon
ISBN: 1-56584-734-2

by Claude Simon & translated by Richard Howard ‧ RELEASE DATE: July 1, 2002

Proust himself seldom did it better. A small but substantial masterpiece from one of the world’s greatest living writers.

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The 1985 Nobelist joins Doris Lessing and Hortense Calisher in demonstrating, in this year of wonders, that old age need not inhibit creative power.

Simon, who is now 88, offers in this 2001 récit an enchanting Proustian reverie, assembled (as are his other 21 novels, such as The Palace, 1962, and The Flanders Road, 1960) from recurring images presented in swooping, dreamlike run-on sentences and emotion-laden stream-of-consciousness meditations. The starting point is a recollection of the trolley car that took the young narrator to and from school, and possessed his imagination as a virtually magical conveyance in which he was granted the occasional “privileged position” of standing in the vehicle’s cab alongside its driver. The logic of imagery then creates transitions to the beginning and ending points of the trolley line (a “garish” movie house and a popular “society beach”), thence to the narrator’s recent ordeal as an elderly man in a hospital ward, required to share space with a moribund, scarlet-pajama–clad roommate, on to memories of his beloved mother’s final days, backward to remembering her as the center of his childhood, which triggers further memories of the trolley, and so on. It’s a beautiful technique, which Simon has long since refined and perfected. This brief story is crammed with gorgeous word pictures (“the bulging pouch [of a fisherman’s net] in which a silvery mass of fish throbbed in chaotic desperation”; public monuments which appear to be “somehow emerging from the realm of the dead and conversing among themselves”) and sharply observed peripheral figures: a phlegmatic housemaid who burns captured rats alive in their traps; the narrator’s indomitable “Maman”; and that old man in the hospital, stubbornly, almost obscenely clinging to the vestiges of life.

Proust himself seldom did it better. A small but substantial masterpiece from one of the world’s greatest living writers.

Pub Date: July 1, 2002

ISBN: 1-56584-734-2

Page Count: 112

Publisher: The New Press

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 1, 2002

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LITERARY FICTION

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CONCLAVE

by Robert Harris ‧ RELEASE DATE: Nov. 22, 2016

An illuminating read for anyone interested in the inner workings of the Catholic Church; for prelate-fiction superfans, it...

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Harris, creator of grand, symphonic thrillers from Fatherland (1992) to An Officer and a Spy (2014), scores with a chamber piece of a novel set in the Vatican in the days after a fictional pope dies.

Fictional, yes, but the nameless pontiff has a lot in common with our own Francis: he’s famously humble, shunning the lavish Apostolic Palace for a small apartment, and he is committed to leading a church that engages with the world and its problems. In the aftermath of his sudden death, rumors circulate about the pope’s intention to fire certain cardinals. At the center of the action is Cardinal Lomeli, Dean of the College of Cardinals, whose job it is to manage the conclave that will elect a new pope. He believes it is also his duty to uncover what the pope knew before he died because some of the cardinals in question are in the running to succeed him. “In the running” is an apt phrase because, as described by Harris, the papal conclave is the ultimate political backroom—albeit a room, the Sistine Chapel, covered with Michelangelo frescoes. Vying for the papal crown are an African cardinal whom many want to see as the first black pope, a press-savvy Canadian, an Italian arch-conservative (think Cardinal Scalia), and an Italian liberal who wants to continue the late pope’s campaign to modernize the church. The novel glories in the ancient rituals that constitute the election process while still grounding that process in the real world: the Sistine Chapel is fitted with jamming devices to thwart electronic eavesdropping, and the pressure to act quickly is increased because “rumours that the pope is dead are already trending on social media.”

An illuminating read for anyone interested in the inner workings of the Catholic Church; for prelate-fiction superfans, it is pure temptation.

Pub Date: Nov. 22, 2016

ISBN: 978-0-451-49344-6

Page Count: 304

Publisher: Knopf

Review Posted Online: Sept. 6, 2016

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 15, 2016

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THE SECRET HISTORY

by Donna Tartt ‧ RELEASE DATE: Sept. 16, 1992

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The Brat Pack meets The Bacchae in this precious, way-too-long, and utterly unsuspenseful town-and-gown murder tale. A bunch of ever-so-mandarin college kids in a small Vermont school are the eager epigones of an aloof classics professor, and in their exclusivity and snobbishness and eagerness to please their teacher, they are moved to try to enact Dionysian frenzies in the woods. During the only one that actually comes off, a local farmer happens upon them—and they kill him. But the death isn't ruled a murder—and might never have been if one of the gang—a cadging sybarite named Bunny Corcoran—hadn't shown signs of cracking under the secret's weight. And so he too is dispatched. The narrator, a blank-slate Californian named Richard Pepen chronicles the coverup. But if you're thinking remorse-drama, conscience masque, or even semi-trashy who'll-break-first? page-turner, forget it: This is a straight gee-whiz, first-to-have-ever-noticed college novel—"Hampden College, as a body, was always strangely prone to hysteria. Whether from isolation, malice, or simple boredom, people there were far more credulous and excitable than educated people are generally thought to be, and this hermetic, overheated atmosphere made it a thriving black petri dish of melodrama and distortion." First-novelist Tartt goes muzzy when she has to describe human confrontations (the murder, or sex, or even the ping-ponging of fear), and is much more comfortable in transcribing aimless dorm-room paranoia or the TV shows that the malefactors anesthetize themselves with as fate ticks down. By telegraphing the murders, Tartt wants us to be continually horrified at these kids—while inviting us to semi-enjoy their manneristic fetishes and refined tastes. This ersatz-Fitzgerald mix of moralizing and mirror-looking (Jay McInerney shook and poured the shaker first) is very 80's—and in Tartt's strenuous version already seems dated, formulaic. Les Nerds du Mal—and about as deep (if not nearly as involving) as a TV movie.