Virtuoso work.
So varied in tone, theme, voice and setting are these stories that they might’ve been written by a hydra. A hydra, that is, surfeited with remarkable wit, compassion and the gift of gab.
The Great Australian Desert, Chernobyl, Beaumont, Texas, the plain of Marathon and “the roof of the world,” Tibet’s Kunlun Mountains and the Trans-Himalayas—Shepard (Project X, 2004, etc.) seems to have been everywhere. Readers will feel that they have too after a saturation in his terrific third collection. As Boris Yakovlevich Prushinsky, engineer of the Depatment of Nuclear Energy in “The Zero Meter Diving Team,” with the head-in-the-sand finesse of a Soviet functionary, oversees a boo-boo that wastes Mother Russia (kids getting mouth cancer, deaths in the untold thousands), we’re given a stern, black-humor lesson: “Science requires victims.” In “Proto-Scorpions of the Silurian,” a seventh grader, home sick from school, watching “Jonathan Winters on Merv Griffin, doing his improv thing with a stick,” learns another kind of heartbreak, playing with his brother stricken with a strange disease and hair “falling out because of the medication.” Felicius Victor, son of the centurion Annius Equestor, guards Hadrian’s Wall in the province of Britannia and has a jeweler’s squint for detail, telling us about everything from his “small shrine erected to Viradecthis” to his diet (hare, broadbeans, coriander). He’s also clear-eyed about conquest: “We make a desolation and we call it peace.” In “Sans Farine,” Charles-Henri Sanson, aka “the Keystone of the Revolution,” wrestles with his conscience during the Reign of Terror as well as “the emptied bran sacks [that] hold the severed heads.” Freakishly erudite, Shepard writes fiction that glories in the sheer too-muchness of life—its superabundance of emotion, incident and sensory delight.
Virtuoso work.Pub Date: Sept. 25, 2007
ISBN: 978-0-307-26521-0
Page Count: 224
Publisher: Knopf
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 2007
It's being called a novel, but it is more a hybrid: short-stories/essays/confessions about the Vietnam War—the subject that O'Brien reasonably comes back to with every book. Some of these stories/memoirs are very good in their starkness and factualness: the title piece, about what a foot soldier actually has on him (weights included) at any given time, lends a palpability that makes the emotional freight (fear, horror, guilt) correspond superbly. Maybe the most moving piece here is "On The Rainy River," about a draftee's ambivalence about going, and how he decided to go: "I would go to war—I would kill and maybe die—because I was embarrassed not to." But so much else is so structurally coy that real effects are muted and disadvantaged: O'Brien is writing a book more about earnestness than about war, and the peekaboos of this isn't really me but of course it truly is serve no true purpose. They make this an annoyingly arty book, hiding more than not behind Hemingwayesque time-signatures and puerile repetitions about war (and memory and everything else, for that matter) being hell and heaven both. A disappointment.
Pub Date: March 28, 1990
ISBN: 0618706410
Page Count: 256
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin
Review Posted Online: Oct. 2, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 15, 1990
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This book sings with the terrible silence of dead civilizations in which once there was valor.
Written with quiet dignity that builds to a climax of tragic force, this book about the dissolution of an African tribe, its traditions, and values, represents a welcome departure from the familiar "Me, white brother" genre.
Written by a Nigerian African trained in missionary schools, this novel tells quietly the story of a brave man, Okonkwo, whose life has absolute validity in terms of his culture, and who exercises his prerogative as a warrior, father, and husband with unflinching single mindedness. But into the complex Nigerian village filters the teachings of strangers, teachings so alien to the tribe, that resistance is impossible. One must distinguish a force to be able to oppose it, and to most, the talk of Christian salvation is no more than the babbling of incoherent children. Still, with his guns and persistence, the white man, amoeba-like, gradually absorbs the native culture and in despair, Okonkwo, unable to withstand the corrosion of what he, alone, understands to be the life force of his people, hangs himself. In the formlessness of the dying culture, it is the missionary who takes note of the event, reminding himself to give Okonkwo's gesture a line or two in his work, The Pacification of the Primitive Tribes of the Lower Niger.
This book sings with the terrible silence of dead civilizations in which once there was valor.Pub Date: Jan. 23, 1958
ISBN: 0385474547
Page Count: 207
Publisher: McDowell, Obolensky
Review Posted Online: April 23, 2013
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1958
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