First published in 1978 in Brazil, and much translated since, it’s a little as if Tom Jones had been leavened by a dash of...
From the former president of Brazil, a picaresque epic of the sea.
Call me Captain, insists Antão Cristório, the legendary fisherman, but never on Fridays. Fridays are unlucky for him. It’s on a Friday, however, that we meet him first as he receives the terrible news that his son has been murdered, knifed in the back by a cuckolded husband. It’s on a Friday, also, that his beloved boat, Chita Verde, burns to cinders. Some in the tiny fishing village of Mojó ascribe the conflagration to arson, the work of an enemy—Cristório has his share—but the captain takes issue. Chita Verde has committed suicide, he moans guiltily, berating himself for a failure to love. It’s a busy life for our captain, after all, full of battling, loving, harrowing escapes, heroic achievement . . . and magic. Through intermingling flashbacks and flash-forwards, we follow him as he encounters ghosts, witches, demons, spells, jinxes and other magical manifestations. Columbus, Vasco da Gama and Captain Cook, for instance, pass briefly. His best friend remains 25 for 50 years, while his sweetheart yields her virginity to him and immediately vanishes—snatched by a pioco (sea monster), an event that presages a Grail-like quest to track down the offending imp. Over time, Captain Cristório marries, begets, befriends and, yes, betrays, but the constant is his intense, love-hate relationship with the sea. “The land belongs to God,” he tells a friend on one of his unlucky Fridays, “but the sea belongs to the Devil.”
First published in 1978 in Brazil, and much translated since, it’s a little as if Tom Jones had been leavened by a dash of Harry Potter.Pub Date: Nov. 1, 2005
ISBN: 0-9707652-7-4
Page Count: 204
Publisher: N/A
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 2005
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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SEEN & HEARD
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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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