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Amos Oz–MY MICHAEL

“My husband and I are like two strangers who happen to meet coming out of a clinic where they have received treatment involving some physical unpleasantness. Both embarrassed, reading each other’s minds, conscious of an uneasy, embarrassing intimacy, wearily groping for the right tone in which to address each other.”

Hannah Gonen is only thirty when she makes this observation about her husband Michael. A young woman living in Jerusalem in the late 1950s, she has been married for ten years to a man she pursued and married when she was in her first year at the university and he was a graduate student. Michael, who describes himself to Hannah as “good…a bit lethargic, but hard-working, responsible, clean, and very honest,” eventually earns his PhD. degree in geology and begins work at the university, but Hannah, who has given up her literature studies upon her marriage, soon finds married life—and Michael himself—to be tedious. Her only child resembles Michael in personality, a child rooted in reality, who “finds objects much more interesting than people or words.”

Writing in short, factual sentences, which come alive through his choice of details, author Amos Oz, often mentioned as a Nobel Prize candidate, recreates Hannah’s story of her marriage, a marriage which may or may not survive. Hannah and Michael married in 1949, shortly after Israel gained its independence, and the author often uses Hannah’s battles for independence and control of her life to reflect the growing pains of a new land, determined to defend itself and protect its integrity. As their family backgrounds unfold, the personalities of Hannah and Michael and their behavior within the marriage are seen in a wider context. Hannah, who yearns for excitement, draws on her rich store of childhood memories and often escapes into a dream world. Michael, hard-working and pragmatic, remains a geologist, firmly connected to the earth.

After their child is born, a year after the marriage, it is Michael who usually takes care of him and washes his diapers. Hannah, mired in depression, says she is “contracted, withdrawn into myself as though I had lost a tiny jewel on the sea bed.” Gradually, she becomes more and more unstable, more and more depressed and hysterical, until she makes herself ill, a condition which she sees, ironically, as offering her some freedom. “I had lost my powers of alchemy, the ability to make my dreams carry me over the dividing line between sleeping and waking,” she explains. Despite Hannah’s self-pity and hysteria, Michael, the logical, reliable, unexciting husband retains his composure, so much so that Hannah wonders, “When will this man lose his self-control? Oh, to see him just once in a panic. Shouting for joy. Running wild.”

As the marriage and Hannah’s sanity appear to deteriorate, the author’s use of symbols gives depth and universality to the story. Hannah often imagines a glass dome over herself and her family, and wishes only that it remain transparent, not cloudy. She remembers the childhood games she played with Arab twins in her neighborhood, bossing them around, and she now fears they will wreak their vengeance on her. She imagines warships and a search for Moby Dick on the Nautilus. Even the changing seasons parallel Hannah’s state of mind, with much of her story taking place in the autumn.

Rich with imagery and dense with symbols, this novel, first published in 1968 and recently republished in paperback, depicts two characters who deal in different ways with crises in their lives and marriage. Though the novel is set in Jerusalem about fifty years ago, the issues with which these characters are dealing are as pertinent today as they were then, and the emotional implications are as affecting . Psychologically true, the novel achieves rare universality, even though the reader may not empathize completely with Hannah, who is so often self-indulgent, or Michael, who, though reliable and honest, has so little imagination. Beautifully realized, My Michael, which shows Hannah’s possessiveness and need for control even in the title, depicts an immature woman who does not know who she herself is when she joins her life to that of someone else.  Whether she and Michael learn to move beyond themselves is for the reader to decide.

Photos, in order: The author’s photo by Natalia O’Hara, appears on http://www.praguepost.com

The photo of Jerusalem at sunset is from http://grahamsdownunderthoughts.blogspot.com

The painting of “Kibbutz Kfar Ruppin, 1950” is by Ludwig Blum (1891 – 1974), known as the “Painter of Jerusalem.”  It is part of an exhibition held at the Museum of Biblical Art in New York from October 28, 2011 – January 15, 2012. http://mobia.org

ALSO by Amos Oz:  A PANTHER IN THE BASEMENT (on my list of All-Time Favorites),   SOUMCHI,     THE RHYMING LIFE AND DEATH, A TALE OF LOVE AND DARKNESS and SCENES FROM VILLAGE LIFE,     JUDAS

“A bear of a man – tough as salt pork and bred to survive hardship. While others wilted and died…Adams remained in rude health. He munched his way through joints of raw penguin to keep himself alive [on the journey to Japan] and, when he had sucked the bones until the marrow ran dry, he gnawed the salt-toughened leather that surrounded the mast ropes.”

Born among poor fisherfolk in Gillingham in Kent in 1564, William Adams’s family moves to Limehouse, a Thameside district of wharves and shipyards, when he is twelve, so it is not surprising that he himself eventually seeks his own future on the sea, despite its hardships and the less than encouraging survival rate for crews that sign on for long trips. Reports touting the riches of China, Africa, India, the Spice Islands, South America, and other exotic and far-off lands have been arriving in England regularly, inspiring trading companies and adventurers to seek their fortunes by mapping new sea routes to new countries, and, in the process, establishing new trading posts, acquiring new markets for their goods, and bringing new goods and wealth back to England. England’s enemies, the Spanish and Portuguese, are also seeking routes to the same lands and markets, however, compounding the dangers of the sea, for which there is only limited knowledge of navigation, with the dangers spawned by greed – being captured by the Spanish or Portuguese – a certain death sentence. Ship captains have always been able to obtain crewmen for dangerous and risky journeys into the unknown, however, a fact that probably says as much about living conditions for the poor in England as it does about any desire for adventure.

When William Adams is seventeen, Sir Francis Drake sails up the Thames, returning in triumph as the first Englishman to sail around the world. Not incidentally, he arrives with a huge booty for Queen Elizabeth. The largest, most elaborate celebration since the reign of King Henry VIII, takes place aboard The Golden Hind at its anchorage in Deptford, on the Thames, easily visible to all on shore, and the Queen herself comes aboard. Few young men like William Adams, contemplating life on the sea and perhaps standing shoreside, are able to resist the lure of such excitement.

After an apprenticeship as a shipwright, Adams takes to the sea at age 23, commanding a supply ship carrying food and ammunition to the English fleet as it battles the Spanish Armada, and, later, trading on the Barbary Coast. When he eventually hears rumors that a Dutch company is seeking pilots for a fleet of five ships going to the Spice Islands in the East Indies, he signs on, bringing his brother, too. Though the risks are high, “the potential rewards are enormous.  The ship sets out on a route around South America in order to avoid the Spanish and Portuguese in and around Africa. At the end of nineteen catastrophic months, the now 36-year-old Adams and twenty-four desperately ill and dying crew members arrive in April, 1600, at the south end of Japan, the first Englishmen ever to do so.

Adams’s experiences in Japan and his association with its rulers serve as the framework of Giles Milton’s book, a biography which also chronicles the opening of this hitherto unknown country to western trade. Because the author provides detailed and lively descriptions of London life and society in the late 1500’s at the beginning of this book, the reader can easily visualize how greatly English “civilization” contrasts with the superior Japanese culture which Adams discovers upon his arrival, and which the author describes in detail. As an early Portuguese visitor notes, “Apart from our religion, we are greatly inferior to them.”  Adams quickly learns the Japanese language and adopts Japanese customs and dress, always treating his hosts with respect and honor. Eventually, Adams becomes ruler Ieyasu’s interpreter, even in dealings with the duplicitous Portuguese. Stranded in Japan with no hope of escape, Adams “becomes Japanese,” finding the rude and riotous behavior of the Portuguese and eventually the Dutch as offensive as do his hosts.

Samurai William is an extremely readable, scholarly study of the opening (and in 1637, the closing) of Japan to western trade. Using many primary sources, Milton creates an exciting story of how Japan comes to be “discovered,” what its values and culture are, and why the intrusion of the west and the possibility of trade are eventually rebuffed. The contrasts Milton sets up throughout the biography attest to his appreciation of 17th century Japanese society. Though he clearly does not agree with the sense of quick justice, the immediate executions, and the brutality and torture carried out by the Japanese in the name of justice, he shows his admiration for their courage and sense of honor, their loyalty and respect for authority, their beautifully constructed and aesthetically pleasing gardens in Kyoto, the grandeur of the palace in Edo (now the Imperial Palace in Tokyo), along with more mundane characteristics, such as their concern for hygiene and bathing, their medical practices (including acupuncture), their care for their appearance and cleanliness, their careful food preparation with its emphasis on freshness and healthiness, and their quiet self-control. The obvious contrasts to the mores of western society show how the hierarchical, non-individualized focus of the Japanese led to a more community-oriented society with a much higher level of “civilization” than that of the adventurer-traders, who were out for personal benefits, no matter the costs to their host country.

Though Samurai William Adams is the real-life role model for James Clavell’s Shogun, I found him far more true to life and interesting in this book. Neither romanticized nor idealized, he exists here as a man with flaws, often speaking in his own voice. His life as a seaman and his life in Japan, are fascinatingly portrayed, attesting both to Milton’s scholarship and his imagination as he recreates successfully the two cultural and social milieux in which Adams spent his two very different lives.

Photos, in order: The author ‘s photo appears on http://www.festivalnews.uts.edu.au

All the remaining photos appear on the Wiki page for William Adams (sailor): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Adams_(sailor)

*A stylized portrait of William Adams

*William Adams being presented to Tokugawa Ieyasu, in an idealized depiction from 1707.

*One of the two Japanese suits of armor presented by the Tokugawa for King James I in 1613, now in the Tower of London.

*The grave of  William Adams (Miura Anjin), in Hirado, Kyushu, Japan

“ [I] have the occasional white night in which a chef’s panic about running out of thyme somehow takes on a disproportionate and dismal urgency. I’m also reduced to compulsively playing with words¸ which appear in my fevered mind as large white letters on a blackboard that re-shuffle themselves unstoppably. The anagrams take on an aura of spurious significance that fades even as dawn strengthens outside. Thus Lyme Regis is turned to Grey Slime…”

Having won the Whitbread Award in 1989 for Gerontius, a literary novel about composer Sir Edward Elgar, James Hamilton-Paterson has written most recently in a completely different vein – three wild, off-the-wall novels starring Gerald Samper, an aesthete with a love for gourmet food, clothing, and cutting edge social commentary. Samper is, however, something of an ass, a man so self-absorbed and so convinced of the importance of his (as yet undiscovered) “mission” in life that he “lurches from crisis to crisis,” never pausing for reflection. Despite these unsympathetic qualities, however, Samper cannot help but amuse and intrigue readers as he involves us in his whirlwind activities and invites us to join him on the rollercoaster of his life.

In the first of the three Gerald Samper novels, Cooking with Fernet Branca (2004), Hamilton-Paterson introduces the reader to Samper and his friends and acquaintances (and those with whom he refuses to associate), creating a novel that is bursting with life and filled with puns, word play, and humor – while he also describes a series of Samper’s repulsive “gourmet” recipes. (Jack Russell Pate and Smoked Cat with Fernet Branca Sauce are particularly memorable). In Amazing Disgrace (2006), he continues the story of Samper, who is  supporting himself by writing books about sports and media figures whom he not-so-secretly scorns, most recently Millie Cleat, a one-armed yachtswoman, who loves the spotlight. When Millie has a fatal accident on camera in Australia, Samper regards it as a blessing, since it permanently removes Millie from his life, leads to astonishing sales of his book, and results in a high price for the movie rights. At the end of Amazing Disgrace, however, Samper has his own misfortune – during his 50th birthday celebration with friends at his home on a Tuscany hillside, an earthquake sends his house plummeting down the hillside, ending as a pile of rubble.

Rancid Pansies continues Samper’s story (though it is not necessary to have read the other wild works). Even “in exile” in someone else’s house, he has continued his “gourmet” experiments with unusual ingredients. Hedgerow broth with gently seethed owl pellets, liver smoothies, and Mice Krispies Vol-au-Vent, become the basis for a disastrous meal at an English country house Samper visits after the Tuscany house debacle, giving new meaning to the term “throwing a dinner.” (We should probably be grateful that he did not embrace cannibalism when he contemplated the nutritional slogan to “Eat your Greens.”) And a facetious remark Samper made while being evacuated from the site of his now-vanished home – that Princess Diana had appeared in a vision and warned him and his guests to abandon the house just seconds before disaster struck – has led to hordes of pilgrims descending on his destroyed property. A makeshift shrine there soon becomes a grotto, and the local mayor and the comune see the tourist potential for marketing the site.

Marta Priskil (the anglicized name used by the Voynovian composer and former nemesis of Samper, who lives in the house next door) can no longer work at home because of the noise and distraction. At Samper’s urging, she sells her property and buys another house, while also agreeing to work with Samper to create an opera about Princess Diana, the royal family, and the movement to declare her a saint.

Hamilton-Paterson is too good a writer to rely on low humor like the disgusting food conceit for the entire novel. He delights in poking fun at British pretentions, British life, and even the royal family. His satire takes on added dimensions as Samper travels and comments about the differences between Italy, where he lives, and England where his business interests, and many of his friends, reside. Italy, too, comes in for his satire, especially as Samper must deal with local politics and the permitting process to be able to restore a house he intends to buy.

A great punster, lover of word play, and creator of wild anagrams, including the title of this book (which is also the name of Samper’s opera), Samper keeps the reader constantly in awe at his never flagging cleverness, even as the “plot,” such as it is, explodes in several different directions at once. His startling use of unique similes and metaphors (elderly, retired nuns described as “midget creatures like worn-out bats,” for example) make Samper’s commentary and opinions about his surroundings a delight to read. Providing perspective on Samper’s life is his British companion Adrian, whose regular e-mails at the end of each chapter update a friend on Gerald’s latest (absurd) fiascos.

When the opera created by Samper and Marta finally has its premiere in England, Hamilton-Paterson gives new meaning to the term “opera buffa,” as the evening turns so hilariously absurd that no pretense at seriousness can be maintained. The opera’s libretto is clever and blackly humorous, the satire of the royals is wicked, and the results are unforgettable. Impossible to categorize, this novel is a series of loosely connected episodes, each more absurd than the previous one, with dark humor, satire, and word play running riot, and the reader hanging on in delight for the wild ride.

Photos, in order: The author’s photo by Canarsa  is from http://artsbeat.blogs.nytimes.com

Vols-au-vent appear on http://persnicketypalate.com

The landslide appear on http://www.kalimpong.info

The picture of Princess Diana is from http://www.rumormillnews.com

“The truth is that, however painful it is to admit it, at some time or other, all women are deceived by their husbands. It’s like the menopause: it may come sooner or later; but nobody gets away scot-free.”

This breezy commentary by Inez Pereyra, wife of Ernesto, belies her initial shock at discovering a lipstick love-heart, saying “All Yours,” inside her husband’s briefcase and her realization that her husband of seventeen years is probably having an affair. From Inez’s point of view, things have been stressful in the month leading up to this discovery. The housework, she explains, has been “exhausting” because she wants everything to be “perfect,” but life has been bearable, and she has not wanted to go looking for trouble (as her mother did, to her own misfortune). Ernesto has been coming home late, working on weekends, and avoiding her, and except for school meetings involving a senior trip for their daughter Lali, he has been physically AWOL for most of the month. For Inez, selfish and deliberately obtuse, however, “The truth is…why confront Ernesto with some big scenario, when this woman’s going to be history in a week anyway?”

When he gets an “emergency” call late at night demanding that he come immediately to to the office to deal with a computer crisis, he leaves the house, and Inez, on the alert, slips out, close behind. At the rendezvous, which turns out to be in Palermo Woods, a park in Buenos Aires, she discovers his secretary making advances towards Ernesto. Angry, he pushes her away. For Inez, watching behind a tree, “Such was his bad luck, that her head caught a blow on a tree trunk…and she was knocked cold.” When resuscitation efforts fail, Inez is stumped about how to proceed, at first. “I didn’t know what to do,” she tells the reader. “I couldn’t exactly step out from behind the tree and say ‘Shall I give you a hand, Ernesto?’ ” Believing that “what Ernesto and I had to do now was to put this episode behind us and move on,” Inez decides to help out and save her marriage in the process. Without telling Ernesto what she is doing to hide the accident and give him an alibi, Inez gets to work on his behalf, seeing him as “a monkey with a gun. Really dangerous…If I didn’t grab the reins, we’d be lost.”

In the classic (and very dark) farce which emerges from this opening scene and becomes the body of the novel, Inez exploits her husband’s predicament for her own ends, becoming the perfect wife, even as he continues to remain distant, a situation which absolutely begs for conversion into a play or film. The plot moves at warp speed, with twists and turns, surprises galore, and ironies which will keep even a jaded reader entertained and anxious to see how the author will resolve these issues—and laughing out loud almost non-stop.

A secondary plot and a new point of view involving Lali, the daughter of Inez and Ernesto, run parallel to the main plot and add further complications to this already twisted story, while adding insights into to a second generation of women. Lali has a secret which she shares with a friend, as she, like Inez, reveals herself through her dialogue and first person point of view. Eventually, a third point of view emerges—that of the police reports. These, too, carry their own surprises and dark ironies.

As in most farces, the characters are stereotypes, but the points of view here are so lively and well drawn, despite this, that one feels as if the characters are bigger than they are. In films and plays of farces, the emphasis is usually on sight gags and physical humor, but here, the author is dependent on great writing (and a great translator, in this case Miranda France) to make Inez’s behavior and point of view patently absurd without being silly–and at least as funny as sight gags would be.

Author Claudia Pineiro, an Argentinian author, formerly a journalist and writer for television, writes a delightfully tongue-in-cheek send-up of marriage, the plight of women, and their resourcefulness when pushed to the brink, as she takes the adage “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” to completely new levels. If you are looking for a novel to get the New Year off to a rollicking start, this one will keep you smiling for hours.

Photos, in order: The author’s photo appears on http://revistapm.wordpress.com

The lake beside the rose garden in Palermo Park becomes a focal point of the novel.  http://tripatlas.com

ALSO by Pineiro:  THURSDAY NIGHT WIDOWS ,     A CRACK IN THE WALL,      BETTY BOO,     ELENA KNOWS

ALL YOURS
REVIEW. Argentina, Humor, Satire, Absurdity, Mystery, Thriller, Noir, Psychological study
Written by: Claudia Pineiro
Published by: Bitter Lemon Press
ISBN: 978-1904738800
Available in: Ebook Paperback


“Every grown-up German is a warrior at heart. In his childhood he plays soldiers, in his old age he relives his battles. They have developed the theory of war [to a fine art], like a game of chess…War is also a dance. The war dance had begun, they say. A minuet. Accompanied by a twenty-five-shot guitar.”

Opening with a brief preface, purportedly written in Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia, and in Barcelona between 1973 and 1974, the novel’s author describes himself as a “copyist,” asserting that he is trying to make sense of daily notes found in a soldier’s old green canvas rucksack containing “dog-eared exercise books, leaflets, bits of cardboard, scraps of paper covered with an untidy scrawl.” Jakob Bergant-Berk, the soldier who penned these notes during Slovenia’s World War II battles against the Germans and Italians has also included “several selected sayings, quotations, maxims, [which he] entered in the notes, sometimes for no apparent reason, and sometimes as a integral part of them,” and the author/copyist apologizes for being unable to “include in this book even a quarter of the accumulated hodgepodge.” The notes, he says, were obviously made at different times and later bound together, and include sense impressions which show the soldier to have had a highly developed aesthetic sense, even amidst the traumas of war. “The night we call cherry blossom night. A tree – stars like the petals of the white blossom, shooting stars. Over Suha Krajina. A minuet.”

Through all these notes, however, runs one thread which the author/copyist intends to respect: “The soldier’s chief aim was continuity; to engage the reader’s interest was his least concern.”

The novel itself evolves from this introduction, and battle scenes from 1943 alternate with scenes which take place in Barcelona in 1973, sometimes shifting time and place without transitions. It becomes clear that the soldier and the man in Barcelona are the same person, and it is in Barcelona, on vacation many years later, that this man, Berk, meets a former German soldier, Joseph Bitter. In a series of local bars and tourist destinations, they discuss the war, its objectives, and its Machiavellian strategies, a technique which allows the author to expand on some of the many themes to which Berk, the soldier, has referred, however briefly, in his notes. Images of war as a dance of death – a macabre minuet – accompanied by the “twenty-five shot guitar,” mentioned in the opening quotation, are matched with the ironic rat-a-tat-tat of Barcelona flamenco dancers, accompanied by the throbbing of Spanish guitars in the background as the two men talk. The contrast between the seeming peacefulness of nature and what is happening on the front finds its parallel, thirty years later, in the peaceful discussions the author has with Joseph Bitter. During the war, Berk had found that “every battle is an almighty muddle; hardly anyone can get a decent view of the action,” but now, many years later, he and Joseph Bitter both have an opportunity to look at the action from afar.

Double click on the map to enlarge it.

Author Vitomil Zupan (1914 – 1987), widely praised as Sovenia’s premier author of the last half of the twentieth century, is clearly using his own life as a model for much of this action. A member of the Liberation Front of the Slovenian people during the Axis occupation, he was later captured by the Italian authorities, put into a concentration camp, from which he escaped to join the partisans, and participated in battles against the Germans. Always interested in philosophy, something the reader of this novel discovers early, he imbues Berk with some of his own preoccupations regarding the nature of warfare and why men fight, from the cavemen to the Crusaders, the Conquistadores, Hitler, Admiral Nelson, the Greeks of the Iliad, and Alexander the Great, and in wars ranging from Europe to the Americas, India, and Africa.

Throughout this war’s action in Slovenia, Bergant-Berk shows us, there is always a battle between the individual and the war machine. “You’re an individualist, Berk, and people like you contaminate the whole environment with their individualism and liberal ideas…Can’t you be like the rest of us? Must you always be a loner?…I advise you not to make yourself out to be a bigger idiot than you really are.” Berk himself wonders “Where does someone fit in, if he’s against the occupiers, against the Quislings, isn’t a Christian, has no special liking for the English or the Americans or the Russians or for prewar Yugoslavia or the monarchy – and not for one-party leadership either?”

Once the terrible battles start, they never seem to end, and it sometimes seems as if Berk is recreating every possible movement and battle in Slovenia during the entire war. Ironically, however, the actual time span is only one month – from October to November, 1943. Men, some of them friends, are shot, maimed, or killed. They fight lice and crabs, they get infections and frostbite in the mountains, and nothing ever seems to end. As Berk notes, “It is hard to say whether it is all happening simultaneously or in sequence…or whether some impression was valid or not…Surrounded by visions and illusions, each man reacts instinctively and adapts to his circumstances. In the mass of jumbled shapes and sounds, there is a sudden flurry as he springs into action.” At one point, Berk muses, “Perhaps man is a mere bubble in time’s froth, doomed to disappear without trace; but no one can prove this. Who can deny that within me, there still live on many men who have died, perished, vanished into thin air?…Vili the musician: how often he comes back to mind! He still lives and demands that I remember him.”

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Powerful and thought-provoking in its philosophical examination of warfare on a grand scale, Minuet for Guitar, written in 1975 and newly translated and published by Dalkey Archive Press, gives new insights into the plight of a man caught in the spiral of violence over which he has little control, a man who nevertheless volunteered to help free his country from occupation. It is Berk’s friend Anton who sums it all up: “When, during a war, you have the feeling that there is no distinction between eternity and a moment of time, between a drop of water and the ocean, between a whirlwind and a sigh, that large and small no longer exist, when there is an atmosphere of spontaneous general expectation, then the day is coming when we can say that the war is over…Later, the bitter reality brings us back to earth, for in the end, absolutely nothing has changed.” A stunning and memorable novel which deserves much wider readership.

Photos, in order: The author’s photo appears on his Wiki page:  http://en.wikipedia.org

The map of Slovenia and surrounding countries is from http://geology.com

The photo of Mussolini and Hitler appears on http://usmbooks.com

Ljubljana Castle, overlooking the capital city, dates from 1112 to 1125 and is the sight Berk most wishes for during much of the warfare.  http://www.slovenia.info

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