Ulitskaya brilliantly evokes these resilient characters, showing us the Russian soul as transformed throughout its...
A masterly novella and six stories portray the depths of the Russian character, in a third English-language appearance by this geneticist-turned-novelist (Medea and Her Children, 2002, etc.).
The Moscow-based Ulitskaya has intimate access to characters in vastly different stations of Russian society. With the same bracing élan, she describes the most elevated, aged aristocrat (like the supremely supercilious grandmother Mour, in the story “Queen of Spades,” who speaks only of the famous men she has bedded while scorning her own family, and the lowly seamstress Sonechka, for whom the love of husband and daughter offers a reprieve from her peasant mediocrity. The mean-spirited crone Mour still orders her daughter, Anna, around, correcting the record of her fabulous life with famous lovers, always demanding something “elusive and indefinable” while her daughter, a doctor and grandmother herself, palliates and humors her mother’s latest caprice. Anna’s prosperous ex-husband arrives from South Africa, bringing unheard-of riches and turning the Moscow apartment upside down, yet the mother-daughter dynamic remains fatally rooted in place. The title novella’s Sonechka, on the other hand, is lifted from her dutiful work in the library—where she experiences a kind of religious ecstasy in reading Russian literature—by marriage to an older revolutionary artist, exiled in Paris but now returned to Soviet Russia to scrounge work designing theater sets. Despite the unimaginable cold and hunger the family must endure, Sonechka is happy in love; even when her elderly husband takes up with the canny Polish girl Jasia, and finds new life painting her, Sonechka acts nobly, shining with “a quiet joy of literary perfection.” In “Zurich,” Ulitskaya yanks her reader into the brutal exigencies of modern-day Russian economics as 30-year-old Lida, highly educated, enterprising and desperate to find a way out of her no-end poverty, strategically courts a Swiss businessman, vanquishes him and triumphs as the prosperous owner of a Zurich restaurant.
Ulitskaya brilliantly evokes these resilient characters, showing us the Russian soul as transformed throughout its complicated history.Pub Date: May 3, 2005
ISBN: 0-8052-4195-7
Page Count: 256
Publisher: Schocken
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2005
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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