by Jacob M. Appel ‧ RELEASE DATE: Nov. 7, 2017
A darkly comic, thought-provoking, well-told story.
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In this literary novel, a psychiatrist spends his 75th birthday dealing with the final details before his planned suicide.
The prolific Appel (The Liars’ Asylum, 2017, etc.) often begins his stories with a bang, and his latest book’s opening sentence is no exception: “On the day he was to hang himself, Millard Salter made his bed for the first time in fifty-seven years.” Although he’s not disappointed, unhappy, or ill, is still working as a psychiatrist, and has launched most of his children well in life, Millard hopes to avoid dying “dependent or diminished.” He’s in love with Delilah, 62, a severely ill woman whom he’s agreed to help die on this day, also his 75th birthday. He looks back on his long career when he stops by his office; reminisces about his family and two marriages as he visits his ex-wife Carol’s apartment and second wife Isabelle’s grave; and lunches with his youngest son, a 43-year-old layabout who doesn’t mention his father’s birthday. Millard’s plans are rationally thought out, but the irrational keeps erupting during his day: a lynx cub gets loose in the hospital; an explosion blasts the post office near his lunch meeting; a usurper has been buried in the psychiatrist’s spot next to Isabelle. (A fix is promised; “I’ll be back tomorrow to check,” says Millard in a secret joke.) A warmhearted surprise also awaits Millard, but whether any of this will distract him from his intent will be disclosed only in the final line. A physician, attorney, and bioethicist, Appel brings well-informed thoughtfulness, as always, to this work. There’s an excellent case to be made for Millard’s continued engagement in the world, and the author clearly presents it in all fairness. Equally, though, he deftly makes a case for letting go: of expectations for one’s children, of plans for tomorrow, of freedom from worry. Appel’s preoccupation with secrecy and helpful or seductive fictions enrich the tale, too, as with the cab driver whose master’s thesis involves getting men to pretend they know about nonexistent things.
A darkly comic, thought-provoking, well-told story.Pub Date: Nov. 7, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-5072-0408-5
Page Count: 272
Publisher: Gallery Books/Simon & Schuster
Review Posted Online: Jan. 8, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2018
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
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by Margaret Atwood ‧ RELEASE DATE: Feb. 17, 1985
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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by Donna Tartt ‧ RELEASE DATE: Sept. 16, 1992
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.
Pub Date: Sept. 16, 1992
ISBN: 1400031702
Page Count: 592
Publisher: Knopf
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 1992
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