Sensitive and engrossing portrayal of the grieving process that never resorts to cliché.
Numb-with-grief young widow struggles to make sense of her husband’s Valentine’s Day suicide.
Believing herself to be in an imperfect but basically happy marriage, Claire Kessler is forced to rethink everything about her life after Jay, her husband of nearly two years, chooses to end his by plummeting from the balcony of a Chicago high-rise. That he does it during a crowded Valentine’s Day party is made even more shocking by the fact that he decides to go through with it after Claire, who had not been planning to go, surprises him at the celebration. There were signs. A behavioral psychology professor with a history of depression, Jay doesn’t leave a note—he leaves a binder. This binder contains, among other things, a personal note to his wife that she puts off reading for as long as she can. In the weeks following Jay’s death, Claire, who’s a bit of a loner, is surrounded by well-intentioned family. She shares a bed with her pregnant sister Nomie, who virtually abandons her own husband to look after her, while their mostly silent father Douglas keeps vigil across the street like some sort of guardian angel/stalker. Claire also visits Jay’s therapist, bonds with his cat, Fang, and attends a support group, while trying to process her guilt and anger. So was Jay a self-absorbed jerk, or the love of her life, who just happened to be stricken with debilitating mental illness? The reality, as she discovers when she finally reads the note, might be somewhere in between, and it is up to her to muster enough forgiveness for the both of them. With gentle humor and a complex heroine, Shonk’s (The Red Passport, 2003) confident first novel uses a light hand to sketch out some dark truths.
Sensitive and engrossing portrayal of the grieving process that never resorts to cliché.Pub Date: April 20, 2010
ISBN: 978-0-374-28143-4
Page Count: 256
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Review Posted Online: Jan. 18, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 15, 2010
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A modern day fable, with modern implications in a deceiving simplicity, by the author of Dickens. Dali and Others (Reynal & Hitchcock, p. 138), whose critical brilliance is well adapted to this type of satire. This tells of the revolt on a farm, against humans, when the pigs take over the intellectual superiority, training the horses, cows, sheep, etc., into acknowledging their greatness. The first hints come with the reading out of a pig who instigated the building of a windmill, so that the electric power would be theirs, the idea taken over by Napoleon who becomes topman with no maybes about it. Napoleon trains the young puppies to be his guards, dickers with humans, gradually instigates a reign of terror, and breaks the final commandment against any animal walking on two legs. The old faithful followers find themselves no better off for food and work than they were when man ruled them, learn their final disgrace when they see Napoleon and Squealer carousing with their enemies... A basic statement of the evils of dictatorship in that it not only corrupts the leaders, but deadens the intelligence and awareness of those led so that tyranny is inevitable. Mr. Orwell's animals exist in their own right, with a narrative as individual as it is apt in political parody.
Pub Date: Aug. 26, 1946
ISBN: 0452277507
Page Count: 114
Publisher: Harcourt, Brace
Review Posted Online: Nov. 2, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 1946
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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