An ambitious novel written in sometimes overly ambitious prose, this book charms, intrigues, and bewilders.
A century-spanning murder mystery that focuses more on the identities of the victims than the killers.
Iridia is a forensic sculptor in Brooklyn working for the Missing Persons bureau. Her job is to reconstruct the faces of unidentified skeletal remains in order to help identify them. The functionally orphaned child of two imprisoned, weed-growing anarchists, Iridia is used to a life of isolation, but when a seemingly innocuous cold case lands in her lap, she's drawn into a conspiracy involving arson, murder, exotic animal smuggling, and, eventually, threats on her life. In a bid to disappear as permanently as the still anonymous owners of the skulls in her studio, Iridia winds up in Vienna, where she attempts to lie low even as she's drawn back into the web of her old profession. Meanwhile, Martin Shusterman just keeps showing up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Originally from suburban New York, he forges a somewhat aimless cello career that eventually takes him to Buenos Aires, where he lives with his girlfriend, Abril, until she is disappeared, an incidental casualty in Argentina’s Dirty War. Shusterman returns to New York but remains obsessed with his former Buenos Aires neighbor Karl Sauer, a former Nazi propagandist filmmaker in hiding. Shusterman’s search for Sauer brings him to Vienna, where Sauer made his films in the 1930s and '40s. Using information from the septuagenarian daughter of one of Sauer’s leading men, Shusterman is led to the ruins of 39 Nachtfalterallee, the site of Sauer’s former offices, where a much older mystery is being unearthed. On the same site, Unna was the proprietress of a brothel in the last decades of the 1600s. Hardworking and pragmatic, she managed to survive the Ottoman siege and an outbreak of the plague while running a successful house of ill-repute. As the city suffers under the ravages of disease, poverty, and the pressing needs of refugees driven in front of the Ottoman army, Unna’s position becomes ever more tenuous. Iridia’s, Shusterman’s, and Unna’s stories—along with those of a myriad of other characters representative of the sideshows, genocides, and passing obsessions of the last five centuries or so—wind together along the slenderest spindles of happenstance, implausibly but definitively connecting through the ephemera of the objects (and skulls) they leave behind. By the final pages, the reader is simultaneously exhausted by the rigors of exposition-heavy prose and invigorated by the intellectual ambition of the author’s takes on death, time, history, and everything in between.
An ambitious novel written in sometimes overly ambitious prose, this book charms, intrigues, and bewilders.Pub Date: Sept. 28, 2021
ISBN: 978-1-950539-33-8
Page Count: 336
Publisher: Dzanc
Review Posted Online: June 28, 2021
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2021
Uneven but fitfully amusing.
Betrayed by her husband, a severely depressed young woman gets drawn into the over-the-top festivities at a lavish wedding.
Phoebe Stone, who teaches English literature at a St. Louis college, is plotting her own demise. Her husband, Matt, has left her for another woman, and Phoebe is taking it hard. Indeed, she's determined just where and how she will end it all: at an oceanfront hotel in Newport, where she will lie on a king-sized canopy bed and take a bottle of her cat’s painkillers. At the hotel, Phoebe meets bride-to-be Lila, a headstrong rich girl presiding over her own extravagant six-day wedding celebration. Lila thought she had booked every room in the hotel, and learning of Phoebe's suicidal intentions, she forbids this stray guest from disrupting the nuptials: “No. You definitely can’t kill yourself. This is my wedding week.” After the punchy opening, a grim flashback to the meltdown of Phoebe's marriage temporarily darkens the mood, but things pick up when spoiled Lila interrupts Phoebe's preparations and sweeps her up in the wedding juggernaut. The slide from earnest drama to broad farce is somewhat jarring, but from this point on, Espach crafts an enjoyable—if overstuffed—comedy of manners. When the original maid of honor drops out, Phoebe is persuaded, against her better judgment, to take her place. There’s some fun to be had here: The wedding party—including groom-to-be Gary, a widower, and his 11-year-old daughter—takes surfing lessons; the women in the group have a session with a Sex Woman. But it all goes on too long, and the humor can seem forced, reaching a low point when someone has sex with the vintage wedding car (you don’t want to know the details). Later, when two characters have a meet-cute in a hot tub, readers will guess exactly how the marriage plot resolves.
Uneven but fitfully amusing.Pub Date: July 30, 2024
ISBN: 9781250899576
Page Count: 384
Publisher: Henry Holt
Review Posted Online: Sept. 13, 2024
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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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