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ROUSE UP, O YOUNG MEN OF THE NEW AGE

Name: ROUSE UP, O YOUNG MEN OF THE NEW AGE
Author: Kenzaburo Oe
ISBN: 0-8021-1710-4

by Kenzaburo Oe & translated by John Nathan ‧ RELEASE DATE: March 1, 2001

Oe has been afflicted, and blessed, with a great theme that’s entirely his own—and has made it the cornerstone of an...

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Perhaps the best of several fictionalizations of life with his brain-damaged son Hikari, this moving 1986 novel (previously untranslated into English) by Japan’s 1994 Nobel laureate ranks with such triumphs as Oe’s The Silent Cry (1975) and Teach Us to Outgrow Our Madness (1969).

The narrator is K., a middle-aged Tokyo writer whose understandably obsessive relationship with his adult son, born with a deformed head and thereafter subject to both irrational borderline-violent behavior and terrifying seizures, dovetails in his imagination with the consolations and clarifications found in the poems and paintings of William Blake, which K. has devoutly studied since his youth. Each chapter here is prefaced by a quotation from or allusion to Blake’s enormously rich oeuvre, and K.’s often discursive ruminations make telling connections between Blake’s themes and preoccupations and emotions stirred by the strange boy-man whom his parents and younger siblings continue to call “Eeyore.” For example, the subject of Eeyore’s dreams evokes references to Blake’s poetical treatment of the phenomenon of dreaming and his dreamlike paintings; Eeyore’s experiences with occupational therapy are counterpointed to Blake’s interpretation of the US Declaration of Independence. There’s much more: Eeyore’s panicky fear of death leads to memories of K.’s vigil for a former school friend dying of leukemia; teaching his son to swim brings K. into contact with athletic young men reminiscent of the paramilitary acolytes of Japanese novelist Yukio Mishima (who committed ritual suicide); and, most intriguingly, Eeyore’s inexplicable musical gift (Oe’s son is, against enormous odds, a successful composer), one of whose by-products is a highly praised collaboration between father and son. The result is a dazzlingly unconventional fiction, alive on every page with deeply considered ideas and restrained emotion, that’s capable of frequently reducing the reader to helpless (albeit grateful) tears.

Oe has been afflicted, and blessed, with a great theme that’s entirely his own—and has made it the cornerstone of an irresistibly compelling body of work.

Pub Date: March 1, 2001

ISBN: 0-8021-1710-4

Page Count: 272

Publisher: Grove

Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Feb. 1, 2002

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IF CATS DISAPPEARED FROM THE WORLD

by Genki Kawamura ; translated by Eric Selland ‧ RELEASE DATE: March 12, 2019

Jonathan Livingston Kitty, it’s not.

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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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THE SECRET HISTORY

by Donna Tartt ‧ RELEASE DATE: Sept. 16, 1992

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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.