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ALL THAT COUNTS

As an amorality tale of the modern middle-class materialist lifestyle, there’s nothing new here. As entertaining satire,...

A slight tale of skewed values and yuppie angst in a stiff translation from the German.

It seems unlikely, but perhaps in his native Germany the ground that lawyer and first-time novelist Oswald explores is fresh territory. Here, it’s old hat, spoken for by an entire genre of books such as Chuck Palahniuk’s Fight Club (1996) and Douglas Kennedy’s The Big Picture (1997). In a novel almost formulaic in construction, Oswald introduces thirtysomething Thomas Schwartz, a midlevel executive handling foreclosures at a large bank. His friendships are all utilitarian, he’s disdainful of those who haven’t managed to carve out a place as secure as his, and his intimate knowledge of others’ debts fosters a sense of superiority. Predictably, though, his life is all surface, and his wife Marianne, a rising advertising executive, shares little more with him than a taste in glossy possessions and a relentless, nearly heartless drive toward success. “Success is a daily issue, as the Americans say,” Marianne tells him when she slips up at work. Soon, Thomas’s position is threatened too, when his boss purposely assigns him a hopelessly convoluted case. When both are fired, Marianne leaves to stay with wealthy relatives, while Thomas falls in with Uwe and Anatol, shady, money-laundering drug-dealers whose front businesses were being investigated by Thomas’s bank. Engaged by them as a “consultant,” Thomas is plied with money—and with Sabine, girlfriend for hire. At first, helping to dodge the bank’s investigation is exhilarating, but when Uwe, heavily muscled and violent, places Thomas in the middle of a drug deal, he realizes he wants out. Setting up his new colleagues to be arrested, he picks up Sabine and escapes from the country with the money from the deal, leaving his spouse and life behind.

As an amorality tale of the modern middle-class materialist lifestyle, there’s nothing new here. As entertaining satire, Brett Easton Ellis did it with more style and imagination a decade ago.

Pub Date: Sept. 1, 2001

ISBN: 0-8021-1704-X

Page Count: 192

Publisher: Grove

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2001

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THE HANDMAID'S TALE

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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IF CATS DISAPPEARED FROM THE WORLD

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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