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Note: This novel was WINNER of the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 2010, in addition to being WINNER of the National Book Critics Circle Award, the LA Times Book Prize, and the Salon Book Award.

“A dog barking hoarsely.  The lowing of trucks over bridges.  The velvety night in his ears.  And the hum, always that hum, which maybe wasn’t an echo after all, but the sound of time passing.

th blu nyt

th stRs u cant c

th hum tht nevr gOs awy”

Despite the extraordinary literary recognition which this book has garnered, I had not really been very tempted to read it.  A “genre-bending,” post-modern novel about the rock music business over the past thirty years seemed so far from my interests that I’d decided to leave it and its reviews to others who are fans of that music.  Then I read the Guardian (UK)’s list of the favorite novels of British authors for 2011 and discovered this novel at or near the top of the list of no fewer than five major British authors, including John Lanchester, David Lodge, and Roddy Doyle.  Doyle, never one to mince words, delivered the “closer” with his assessment:  “Exhilarating, funny and … brilliant. Jennifer Egan’s novel… is so good, so original, so surprising and wonderful – it’s just absolutely fuckin’ brilliant.”

And the book is truly funny and original and brilliant.  Lovers of experimental writing will find Jennifer Egan’s approach to story telling, including seventy-five pages of PowerPoint presentations about life in the 2020s, to be unique, and for that alone, the book would be captivating.  Fortunately, she also manages to create several fascinating characters who echo and re-echo throughout the short-story-like chapters, even when the narrators change constantly.

The novel opens and closes with the focus on Sasha, the kleptomaniac assistant to Benny Salazar, a band player and rock music producer in New York, and Alex, her timid date.  They and a wide variety of other characters reflect the values and goals of the music business, which like film and photography, are eventually considered to exist in an “aesthetic holocaust” as a result of the “digitization which has sucked the life out” of creativity. Time becomes a major theme here as characters move in and out of the action:

““Time’s a goon, right? You gonna let that goon push you around?”
“I’ve never heard that. ‘Time’s a goon?'”
“Would you disagree?”
“No.”

Short Dogs Grow, at Mabuhay Theatre. Photo by Ian Harper

As the chapters and the ensuing action introduce many more characters in many different locations, including the Mabuhay Gardens nightclub in San Francisco, where Dirk Dirksen, the real nightclub manager known as “the Pope of Punk,” calls Bennie regarding hiring the Flaming Dildoes, of which reclusive Scotty Hausmann is also a member and composer; Africa on safari, where Rolph and Charlene are accompanying their father, music producer Lou, who is now running safaris; Naples, to which Sasha has run away at age seventeen, and where her academic uncle Ted Hollander searches for her two years later; and finally the desert in the southwest in 202_, where the children of some of these characters are talking about their parents’ growing-up years and their music.  Seventy-five pages of PowerPoint presentations, appropriate for the period and taking place in the future, add contemporary identification with the stories of these characters.  The more time passes, the more obvious it becomes that regardless of the times and the ways in which young people rebel, that rebellion is a fact of life.

Mabuhay Gardens, San Francisco

The “novel,” often akin to a collection of short stories, is original and intriguing, its focus on the specific and unique, sometimes at the expense of the universal, but Jennifer Egan holds it all together and keeps her reader engaged with a series of characters who are different from the norm and committed to goals we can all understand.  Ultimately, the “goon” of time and the characters’ desire to be creative within it coalesce, and “th stRs u cant c” continue to inspire succeeding generations.

The scenes and action, presented as a collage, bring the characters and their children to the future.  By 202_, employees of business are “handset employees,” people who are “paperless, deskless, commuteless, and theoretically omnipresent,” due to the internet. Creating audiences for concerts becomes a question of creating “blind teams” of “parrots,”  people who will spout what they are paid to spout in order to generate attention for an event, a process regarded with “ethical ambivalence.”

The most difficult aspect of this book is the constant change of point of view and change of time as the chapters unfold.  It is sometimes difficult to figure out who is speaking, where the action is taking place, and whether the character who is the speaker at any time is one whom the reader has seen before.  The interrelationships among them can become complex, but as a rule, they help to bridge the action between what has happened in the past and what is happening at the time of the new chapter.  If anything, there are too many characters of too little importance, thematically, but as the conclusion connects all the past to the future, ten years from now, the author makes her points vividly.  The final scenes reinforce the author’s positions regarding the fate of the characters and the business to which they have devoted their lives.  The passage of time comes into play once again, giving new insights into what happened in the past as seen from the “present” and the future at a concert starring a reclusive star from the past.  Unique and intriguing.

Photos, in order: The author’s photo is from http://www.theatlanticwire.com

A performance of Short Dogs Grow at Mabuhay Gardens may be seen here: http://www.rockometer.com

Mabuhay Gardens in San Francisco is shown on http://www.rockandrollroadmap.com

This large collection of solar collectors suggests what Allison and Drew saw on the walk they took into the desert in the southwest in 202_.  What used to be lawn is now desert, and the solar collectors are necessary for power.  http://www.thecuttingedgenews.com


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Always an astute observer and subtle writer about human nature, Anita Desai is at her best here, creating a group of three novellas, each of which reveals the interplay between a main character dealing with universal issues and a second character (sometimes more) who sees the world and its values quite differently. The result is a book that feels almost sacred, in the sense that it is morally serious and filled with thematically weighty stories. The themes in these stories, however, are often subtle – revealing unspoken lessons on many levels – neither moralistic, obvious, nor absolute. In all the novellas, the main character, approaching the end of a problem, might well conclude that what s/he wants, “[is] dead, a dead loss, a waste of time,” a statement actually made in the final novella, “The Artist of Disappearance.” For the involved reader, however, “the loss” is not the point. What the reader gains is a new appreciation of the small joys and great sorrows which fill the lives of plain people in rural India trying to find beauty and, perhaps, the fulfillment of dreams within an overwhelming reality. All the characters want to preserve something beautiful and important to them, but all must persevere against forces which consider their own goals to be more important than those of the people with whom they are dealing. Ultimately, each main character becomes an “artist of disappearance,” either physically, emotionally, or spiritually.

In “The Museum of Final Journeys,” an old man from the remote countryside travels to the residence of a new county official begging for help.

“Sir, please help us. Please appeal on our behalf to the government, the sarkar, to take the museum from us into its custody and provide for us, and for this last gift we were sent. I am ashamed, sir…Forgive me for begging you”

The old man has been working for almost all of his life for the same family, but they are all either dead or missing now. The family’s only son, educated abroad, has traveled the world, collecting objects which he sends to his mother for her enjoyment. After her death, the objects continue to arrive, and the old servant and his assistant, create a house-museum for these “obsolescent” objects—stuffed animals and birds, miniature paintings from Persia and the Mughal Empire, and antique weapons of war, among other things. The final gift from the son is the one which the old man loves most, but it requires a great deal of maintenance, and he wants the government official to accept the other valuable museum objects as a gift to the country and allow him to preserve this one final gift, which has “provided him with the purpose of his life.” The servant and the official live in different worlds and have difficulties communicating.

“Translator Translated” is quite a different story. Meek little Prema Joshi returns for her high school Founder’s Day and meets Tara, who had been the brightest and most popular student at the school. Prema, now teaching the work of authors like Jane Austen and George Eliot, has been studying Oriya, her mother’s language, and she is particularly fond of the work of Suvarna Devi, unknown beyond the hillside village where she lives. Tara, a publisher of the work of previously unknown female writers, asks Prema to translate Suvarna Devi’s first work, the answer to Prema Joshi’s prayers. As a result of this project, every aspect of Prema’s life changes, and as she translates Suvarna Devi’s work, “[It is] as if we were sisters – or even as if we were one, two compatible halves of one writer.” The second work by Devi is disappointing in its triteness and its clichés, however.

“A faithful translation would clearly make for a flat, boring read. I saw that what was needed was for me to be inventive, take things into my own hands and create a style for the book”

The results are predictable, and the effects on Prema Joshi’s modest life are significant.

The final novella, “The Artist of Disappearance,” tells the story of Ravi, a boy whose wealthy parents ignored him.  Living for the summers when they left to travel, he remained at home exploring the countryside. As the novella opens, he is an adult, living in the burned remains of the family home at the top of a hill. As Ravi’s story evolves, his sensitivity to the world around him becomes clear, and his understanding of aesthetics regarding the natural world in all its glories is particularly sophisticated.

“Outdoors was freedom. Outdoors was the life to which he chose to belong – the life of the crickets springing out of the grass, the birds wheeling hundreds of feet below the valley or soaring upwards above the mountains, and the animals invisible in the undergrowth, giving themselves away by an occasional rustle or eruption of cries or flurried calls…One had only to be silent, aware, observe and perceive – and this was Ravi’s one talent as far as anyone could see.”

Ravi has been creating a hidden garden which represents the essence of beauty for him, as long as it remains private.

The importance of beauty and the problem of how (and whether) to save it for future generations permeate this collection. Who should determine its value? How much beauty should be personal, local? Is there a role for the sensitive artist in Indian society today? As Desai explores these ideas in prose of almost crystalline purity and concision, her sensitivity to the idea of “less is more” prevails. She never tells too much, leaving the reader to draw from each story what is personally meaningful. One of my favorite books of the year.

Photos, in order: The author’s photo is from http://www.outlookindia.com

The display of objects made from elephant feet, like the umbrella stand in the “museum,” is from 1924: http://blog.modernmechanix.com

A miniature painting from India, reminiscent of the ones in the “museum”:  http://www.craftsinindia.com

The Oriya “alphabet” may be found here: http://en.wikipedia.org

Ravi lives in Mussorie in the northernmost area of India, northeast of Delhi.  This beautiful scene is found on http://www.dehraduntravelguide.com

“Why am I so afraid sometimes? And why, when I’m most afraid does my spirit seem to surge, rise up, and observe the whole planet from above?…I’m a nervous wreck. I feel like weeping and throwing punches…but my face remains unchanged. And my pulse is steady. I scarcely move a muscle, though inside I’m falling apart.”

An early novel written in 1989 and found among the papers of  Chilean novelist Roberto Bolano after his premature death in 2003, The Third Reich, is an odd but often mesmerizing story of obsession—specifically with the playing of a war game based on the actions taken by the German Reich during World War II. Udo Berger, the German national champion of this highly competitive and addictive game, is a young man, barely out of his teens, when he and his lover, the gorgeous but shallow Ingeborg, take a vacation to the Costa Brava, where Udo used to vacation as a child. They stay at the Hotel Del Mar, the small hotel where his family stayed, and where he has vivid memories of Frau Else, the hotel’s owner, a lovely woman about whom has had childhood fantasies and longings.

Shortly after their arrival, they meet Charly, a mechanic, and Hanna, fellow Germans also on vacation, who are staying at a hotel nearby. Their meeting seems fortuitous for Inge, since Charly and Hanna are out for a good time, with non-stop drinking and partying, and Udo would rather stay in his room. He has demanded a five foot table so he can set up a game, The Third Reich, where he pores over strategy while trying to write an article for publication in a magazine for those addicted as he is. Inge often goes off with Charly and Hanna, whether to the beach, to Barcelona, or to nightclubs, where they soon become friends with two low-lifes, Wolf and the Lamb, through whom Udo also meets El Quemado, who owns one of the paddleboat concessions along the beach. “El Quemado,” which translates as “the burning,” is a former soldier who is grotesquely burned on his head and upper body, and though he is untutored, he soon becomes as avid a player of The Third Reich as Udo. Inge, bored and embarrassed by Udo’s talk of the game while they are on the beach, gravitates toward the action which Charly and Hanna seek.

As Udo and El Quemado replay the Second World War late at night while the others are out, they employ all the resources available to both sides, using counters on a hexagonal table and playing a purely strategic game – much like chess – without any of the ideology behind the war. Udo is stunned by the proficiency which El Quemado demonstrates, and he is hard pressed to remember some of the strategies which the Germans employed during the war and the counterstrategies of the Allies. El Quemado proves to be a worthy challenger to the German national champion, and the game becomes more and more serious.

Beginning on August 20, presumably in or about 1989, the novel moves as a day by day journal from then until September 12. At that point, the chronology shifts to “Summer, 1942” a signal that the on-going game between Udo and El Quemado has hit a crisis, then continues normally to September 14, then back to “Anzio. Fortress Europa. Omaha Beachhead. Summer 1942.” The moves and countermoves of the game are given in great detail, and several more chapters of game-playing continue before the narrative returns to the normal chronology and continues by date with the narrative chronology paralleling the intensity of the game of the Third Reich and the psychological involvement, if not obsession, of Udo with the game as a substitute for his own life.

While Udo is involved with all this, real life is taking place in the real world. One of the other characters disappears and is presumed dead, the women face possibly life-threatening crises and assaults, and suggestions of real, on-going evil pervade the action on all levels.

Ultimately, the novel takes on some of the themes and, certainly, the tone of the German Faust legend, in which an academic sold his soul for unlimited knowledge and pleasure. Udo, he champion, playing the role of the Germans, resembles the intelligent but somewhat naïve Faust, and El Quemado, “the burning” or “the burned one,” playing the Allies, resembles the devil, at least from Udo’s point of view. Udo receives warnings in his dreams from Florian Linden, the imaginary detective in one of Inge’s romance novels, and at one point he cannot see his own reflection in a mirror. He says, at one point, that “I feel something intangible, strange, circling around me in a threatening way…A higher force keeping watch over me.” Considering the amount of paranoia that Udo has shown, the nature of the “higher force” is a mystery. Ultimately, the Faust parallels, though intriguing and atmospheric, are not complete, however, and the reader is left without a sense of real resolution.

Overall, the novel is fun to read, if you are already a fan of Bolano, and fun to read, too, if you are new to Bolano, though it is important to recognize that this is a very early novel which Bolano himself decided not to publish during his lifetime. Though some critics see early hints of Bolano’s later preoccupation with memory as a theme, I saw little of this here, no more than I would have expected to see in any other novel in which someone returns to a place where he had vacationed frequently as a child. For me the interest was in the conflict between Udo and El Quemado and what it might have represented on a grander scale, as symbolized by the game of the Third Reich, with Faustian overtones. The whole concept of obsession so dominating a person or group of people that it controls their entire raison d’etre is a fascinating one, certainly one we saw with the real Third Reich, though the description of the game and its moves is less interesting , if not dull. Had the subordinate characters been more fully developed and more plausible (the idea of the lusty and gorgeous Ingeborg caring for Udo strains credulity), the novel would have been stronger, but overall, this lesser Bolano was more fun to read and more interesting than many contemporary novels by lesser authors.

ALSO by Roberto BolanoTHE INSUFFERABLE GAUCHO and WOES OF THE TRUE POLICEMAN

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

Much of the action takes place on the Paseo Maritimo, the main street along the Costa Brava: http://www.apartmentspain.org.uk

Windsurfing is a huge sport on the Costa Brava, and it plays a role in this novel.  http://boards.mpora.com

An audio version of this book is available from the publisher:  http://us.macmillan.com


Jo Nesbo–THE LEOPARD

“A red-hot burning hatred…is the stuff of survival, it’s the magma inside that keeps [the killer] warm. And, just like magma, hatred is a precondition of life, so that everything doesn’t freeze to ice. At the same time the pressure from the internal heat will inevitably lead to an eruption, the destructive element will be released. And the longer it goes without an eruption the more violent it will be.”

Anyone who is already a fan of Jo Nesbo and his nail-biting Nordic noir mysteries will enjoy this non-stop, action-packed continuation of the Harry Hole series. Many of the familiar characters (and enemies) are back as Harry is persuaded to return from Hong Kong, where he has been spending his “hiatus” from the Oslo Crime Squad in an alcoholic haze. He is now in debt to the Hong Kong Triad, which as taken his passport to prevent his leaving without paying his debts. Three gruesome murders have taken place back in Oslo while he has been gone, however, and investigators are exploring the possibility of yet another serial killer on the loose. Harry Hole is the best in the business in tracking down serial killers, having just resolved the case of The Snowman, a particularly vicious killer of women, and the Oslo Crime Squad wants him back.

When Harry returns, he discovers that the Crime Squad, for which he has worked for much of his life, is now in danger of being absorbed into a centralized national system, a part of Kripos, under a Ministry of Justice reorganization. Promotion within the new system seems to be based on who can capture the most publicity and take the greatest amount of credit. The jealousies and internal corruption which Harry has already seen within the police organization is partly responsible for his abandonment of Oslo after the Snowman case, and he does not hold out high hopes for a satisfactory return to work. Kripos has seized control of this murder investigation, relegating Harry to a tiny, windowless office in the basement of Botsen Prison, adjacent to police headquarters, and giving him only three helpers.

His personal life is a mess. He thinks of himself as “the most disciplined drug abuser he knew. He could predetermine his dose of alcohol and stop there, however plastered he was.” The loves of his life, Rakel and her son Oleg, had recently been used as pawns by the psychopathic Snowman, and that, in combination with Harry’s inability to stay sober, have led to Rakel’s abandonment of Harry and her relocation somewhere “away”, somewhere safe—and unknown. In addition to this, Harry’s father is dying a slow, lingering death, and Harry is unable to be as helpful to his younger sister as he would like to be.

Botsen-prison11As the murders continue and become even more bizarre, the case becomes more complex. Harry soon suspects that one of his hand-picked assistants on the case is feeding information to Kripos, which is leaking it to the press, thereby jeopardizing Harry’s investigation (which Kripos wants to take credit for). Unlike previous cases he has worked on, the murders here are not limited to women, and Harry discovers that the only thing the victims have in common is that they were all at the same ski cabin at the same time a few weeks ago. With eight people of very different backgrounds there at the same time, Harry and his squad are hard pressed to discover any motive for these killings, making it more difficult to try to protect the remaining skiers from grotesque deaths.

Sandviken Hospital, a psychiatric facility

The investigation eventually takes Harry and Kaja Solness, an assistant, to Rwanda and the Democratic Republic of Congo in search of information about the killer, who has used “Leopold’s apple,” a particularly gruesome torture device made famous by King Leopold II during the Belgian colonization of the Congo, in at least three of the murders. Harry is beaten and battered there, as well as throughout this investigation, giving as much as he gets, and as the novel winds up, Harry Hole begins to look tired and defeated, unable to function as a normal human being, a man whose only wish is for an “armoured heart.” For him, “[Life was] a process of destruction, a disintegration from what at the outset was perfect. The only suspense involved was whether we would be destroyed in one sudden act or slowly. It was a sad thought. Yet he clung to it.”

Goma Volcano

By far the most complicated of the Harry Hole novels so far, this one is a special challenge at six hundred eleven pages (UK edition). The cast of characters is huge, and though one gets some description of each character and makes assumptions about them based on their actions, the author throws all expectations to the wind, twisting and turning the action and filling the novel with surprises, showing characters to be different from what he has led us to expect, adding more complexities to an already very intricate plot, and leading us to make false conclusions about the killer’s identity. While surprises are obviously an integral part of all mysteries, this one so packed with them that the novel becomes a bit wearisome, and the plot becomes far-fetched and difficult to follow. The killer’s own musings appear throughout, as do Harry’s nightmares, which blend into reality, adding yet more detail to obscure the basic plot line.

Leopold’s Apple

Those who have read the previous Harry Hole novels, especially The Snowman, will have a much easier time with this overburdened plot as it swirls around and shifts directions, since they will know some of the characters and understand the references. The travels between Hong Kong and Africa add some atmosphere, but the best and most thoughtful scenes are those which are set in Norway, as they involve characters who feel real. Ultimately, I found myself wanting the author to cut at least a hundred pages from this book, simplifying some of the plot lines and beefing up the characters so that the novel became more thoughtful, better integrated, and less of a sensational “surprise fest.”

Also reviewed here:  THE REDBREAST,    NEMESIS,     THE DEVIL’S STAR,     THE REDEEMER,     THE SNOWMAN,     PHANTOM,     THE BAT,     POLICE,     COCKROACHES (1998),     THE SON (2014),      BLOOD ON SNOW (2015),      MIDNIGHT SUN (2016),     THE THIRST (2017),     KNIFE (2019)

Photos, in order:

The author’s photo is from  http://www.aesvc.com

Botsen Prison appears on http://oslo-daily-photo.blogspot.com

Sandviken Hospital, a psychiatric facility which Harry visits to see Katrine Bratt, who appeared in The Snowman, is shown on http://www.flickr.com, a photo by DJ PY.

The photo of the Nyiragongo volcano in Goma, a site of some action during the book, is from http://jtkiwi.wordpress.com

“Leopold’s apple” is shown on http://en.wikipedia.org. According to an article on Wikipedia, between two million and fifteen million native Congolese were killed during King Leopold II’s colonization of The Congo: http://en.wikipedia.org

THE LEOPARD
Review. Mystery, Thriller, Noir, Nordic Noir, Norway
Written by: Jo Nesbo
Published by: Vintage
Edition: Harry Hole series, Number 8
ISBN: 978-0307743183
Available in: Ebook Paperback Hardcover


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