Strongest when Johnny is among his taunting brothers and concerned parents back in suburban Maryland, far from the parochial...
Fans of critic Wolcott, who’s written some of the funniest, most penetrating cultural reviews of the last 25 years, will be surprised by this, his first book, a novel that’s so milquetoast you have to wonder if it’s really by the same James Wolcott, scourge of shabby prose and shoddy thinking.
A weak sally in the war between the sexes, Wolcott’s breezy guide to modern romance in New York City has all the soul of a second-rate sitcom. Johnny Downs, a thirtysomething “actor slash bartender,” has just been dumped again, this time by his go-getting girlfriend Nicole, who commits the sin of sins: forgetting to feed Johnny’s cherished cat, Slinky, while Johnny was visiting family down in Maryland. The 17-year-old furball is about the only faithful companion in Johnny’s world, except for his long-distance confidante Darlene Ryder, a smart-talking southerner who’s determined to transform Johnny into husband material. Finding Johnny “malleable,” and “oblivious” (like most men), Darlene dictates her advice over the telephone, countering the caveman attitude of Johnny’s best friend, Tom Gleason, a fellow actor constantly on the prowl. Johnny goes through a quick list of potential mates: Claudia, bitch goddess actress, who doesn’t even make it through one date; Amanda, her wealthy friend, who benefits from Darlene’s counterintuitive guidebook; and Kris, a sexy young thing Darlene sends north, partly to spoil Johnny’s success with Amanda. When Johnny discovers Darlene’s duplicity, and her considerable secrets are revealed, he breaks from his cracked Svengali and courts a gamine photographer, Annette, nevertheless benefiting from Darlene’s sensitivity training. Meanwhile, Johnny’s career takes a turn for the better: he channels all his male angst and anger into a performance piece that catches the eye of the theater crowd and TV producers.
Strongest when Johnny is among his taunting brothers and concerned parents back in suburban Maryland, far from the parochial Manhattanites. And Wolcott is incapable of writing inept prose. But all the defining features of his best book, film, and television reviews are absent here: wit, skepticism, insight. Those who’ve suffered his scorn will be loaded for kill.Pub Date: July 1, 2001
ISBN: 0-06-019414-6
Page Count: 320
Publisher: HarperCollins
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 1, 2001
BOOK REVIEW
BOOK REVIEW
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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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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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