Awarded the 1999 Prix Carbet de la Caraibe, what could be a downbeat, angrily heroic, and grim capstone to Condé’s career...
The 12th and most autobiographical from Condé (Windward Heights, 1999, etc.) returns to her fictional roots, where generations of Caribbeans discover strength and dignity as they endure inhuman cruelties and emotional betrayals.
Desirada (the Desired) is a harshly beautiful island off Guadeloupe where the impoverished descendants of French political prisoners, lepers, and escaped slaves know that the good life must be anywhere else. In a series of vivid flashbacks, Marie-Noëlle, the light-skinned, unattractive, illegitimate daughter of Reynalda, a native of Desirada who was herself illegitimate, wonders about the boundless love that inspired Ranélise, a barren prostitute in the port town of La Pointe, to pull the pregnant, half-drowned, 15-year-old Reynalda from the sea, help her through a difficult birth, then nurture both her and her infant Marie-Noëlle. Showing no love for Marie-Noëlle, Reynalda leaves her with Ranélise and goes to Paris. Years later, having attained an education, a job as a social worker, and a lover with whom she has had a son, Reynalda demands that Marie-Noëlle join her in Paris. Mother and daughter remain estranged, though the adolescent Marie-Noëlle adores her half-brother Garvey and finds herself drawn to the philandering Ludovic, her mother’s lover. After tuberculosis and two years in a sanatorium, Marie-Noëlle is left alienated and emotionally dead. A hasty marriage to Stanley, a self-absorbed jazz musician, takes her to the slums of Boston, where she resumes her studies after Stanley’s suicide, becoming (like Condé) a professor of French literature. She returns one last time to Desirada to learn the truth about her origins and find out why Reynalda, now a successful French novelist, never gave her the affection she craved.
Awarded the 1999 Prix Carbet de la Caraibe, what could be a downbeat, angrily heroic, and grim capstone to Condé’s career insists that the only way for women to survive so much suffering, and truths too sad to set anyone free, is to “learn to invent a life.”Pub Date: Nov. 1, 2000
ISBN: 1-56947-215-7
Page Count: 272
Publisher: Soho
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 2000
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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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