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“As the ragged cavity [caused by the on-going removal of the temple at Abu Simbel] expanded, as the gaping absence in the cliff grew deeper, so grew Avery’s feeling they were tampering with an intangible force, undoing something that could never be produced or reproduced again.  The Great Temple had been carved out of the very light of the river, carved out of a profound belief in eternity.”

Eleven years after the publication of Fugitive Pieces, her only other novel (and winner of the Orange Prize), Anne Michaels has published a monumental philosophical novel which is also exciting to read for its characters and their conflicts.  Complex and fully integrated themes form the superstructure of the novel in which seemingly ordinary people deal with issues of life and death, love and death, the primacy of memory, the search for spiritual solace, and the integrity of man’s relationships with the earth and the water that makes the earth habitable—huge themes and huge scope, reflecting huge literary goals.  And Michaels is successful, not just in dealing with the big issues and themes affecting mankind itself, but in bringing them to life through individuals who muddle along, seeking some level of personal connection with the world while trying to appreciate life’s mysteries.

Avery Escher is a young engineer in 1964 when he and his wife Jean travel to Abu Simbel, where he is charged with the task of helping to remove the Great Temple of Abu Simbel and reconstruct it in the cliff sixty feet higher.  Gushing water, which will be released when the Aswan Dam is finished, will flood the area where the temple lies, and the new Lake Nasser will cover all the land downstream.  The reconstruction is planned to be so seamless that no one will be able to tell that the temple and its ancient monuments have been taken apart, block by block, and put back together again.  Yet, as he works on the site, slowly and meticulously, Avery feels ashamed, feeling that “Holiness was escaping under the [workers’] drills,” and he wonders “Can you move what was consecrated?”   Surprised at his own response, because he had expected that the salvage would be an “antidote” to the “despair of dam-building,” he comes to believe, instead, that “the reconstruction was a further desecration, as false as redemption without repentance.”

All the Nubian people who have lived in the area below the dam for tens of generations have been relocated (or more accurately, dislocated) to a site a thousand miles away, along with their animals and all their possessions, but they are bereft.  They have not been able to take with them the places where their dead are buried, where they have loved and worked the land, where they have worshipped, and where their memories and their very souls reside.  The new cement-block village, erected in a dry, treeless plain, bears no resemblance to the home where they have always had their roots.  All of Nubia has been displaced by the damming of the Nile and the building of a lake, named for a modern political leader, which has destroyed their own ancient history.

Abu Simbel Temple

This is not the first time Avery has been exposed to the dislocation of long-time residents through the building of dams and lakes.  His father, William Escher, was an engineer on the Canadian project to build the St. Lawrence Seaway from the Atlantic Ocean to the Great Lakes, which involved the flooding of ten Canadian villages through the building of Lake St. Lawrence.  Stories about the Eschers’ displaced family friends are touching and bring the thematic development—and the sadness—down to a more intimate personal level.

A third thread involving man’s desire to honor and preserve the past, though the present has changed it irrevocably, takes place in Warsaw, following World War II, after the departure of the German and Russian occupiers. The city decided to rebuild its central historical core to look exactly the way it did before the war, using plans hidden and preserved by polytechnic students during the war and historical artifacts scavenged from the rubble.  The reconstructed city, thought “successful” by its builders, never felt real to many of the people who lived there, however—its heart was missing, as were its memories—along with almost all its Jewish people.  As one Polish character mourns, “I do not know if we belong to the place where we are born or the place where we are buried.”

Eisenhower Lock, St. Lawrence Seaway

Within this fully developed thematic framework, filled with symbols, Anne Michaels creates a passionate love story between Avery Escher and his wife Jean, and a generational saga about Avery Escher and his family and friends, alternating their personal stories and their personal relationships to earth and water with the grand stories from Egypt, the St. Lawrence Valley, and Poland.  Avery and his family have lived along the St. Lawrence River and its subsequent Seaway, empathizing with those displaced, though Avery’s father actively contributed to it.  Jean has faced personal displacement following the deaths of her parents.  A botanist, Jean collects seeds and seedlings, transplants the garden that once belonged to her mother, grafts trees to preserve them, and, during a particularly difficult time in her relationship with Avery, plants flowers at night in public places where they will surprise visitors who have not expected them.

Reconstructed Warsaw

While Avery is dealing with technology and man’s desire to improve nature and reconstruct the past artificially, Jean is preserving and growing new life in the land which nurtures it.   Not surprisingly, their love is tested to the limits by their different understanding of man’s relationship with nature and the interconnections of land and water to memory, the past, and ultimately the present and future.  “I think,” Avery says early in the novel, “we each have only one or two philosophical or political ideas in our life, one or two organizing principles during our whole life, and all the rest falls from there.”  Fortunately, mankind—and individuals—are capable of learning and changing.  “Regret is not the end of the story,” we learn.  “It is the middle of the story.”

Michaels’s talent as a poet is obvious in her gorgeous ruminations about the meaning of love and life, and in her evocative, unique imagery, but the beauty of the language is matched by the richness of the novel’s underlying concepts, which give depth and significance to this challenging and satisfying novel.  Raising fascinating questions, Michaels piques the imagination and guides the reader into new realms of thought.

Notes: The author’s photo appears on her Amazon Author page.

The photo of Abu Simbel comes from http://travel.nationalgeographic.co.in

A ship enters the St. Lawrence Seaway system through the Eisenhower Lock at Massena:  http://www.bcnys.org

The final photo shows Warsaw during its destruction in the bottom of the picture and after reconstruction at the top:  http://www.unesco-ci.org

Note: This novel was WINNER of the Man Booker Prize in 2008.

Never before in human history have so few owed so much to so many…A handful of men in this country have trained the remaining 99.9 percent—as strong, as talented, as intelligent in every way—to exist in perpetual servitude; a servitude so strong that you can put the key of his emancipation in a man’s hands and he will throw it back at you with a curse.

Young Balram Halwai, describing himself as “The White Tiger, A Thinking Man, And an Entrepreneur” in Bangalore, has decided to tell the story of his short life to Premier Wen Jiabao of China, who is about to visit the city.  Jiabao, according to the local radio station, is on a mission–“He wants to know the truth about Bangalore,” with its burgeoning population of entrepreneurs.  Balram decides that “if anyone knows the truth about Bangalore, it’s me.”   In a long letter to Jiabao, written over the course of a week, Balram describes his childhood, his escape from the rural Darkness to the city, his slow journey from poverty into a servitude which pays him enough to survive, and ultimately his successful entrepreneurship in Bangalore.  He is a “white tiger, that rarest of animals, the creature that comes along only once in a generation.”  He is also a wanted man.

 

A black-humored study of India from the point of view of a “half-baked,” undereducated boy who yearns to be free, Balram’s narrative emphasizes the class divisions:  “In the old days there were a thousand castes and destinies in India.  These days, there are just two castes:  Men with Big Bellies, and Men with Small Bellies.”  The Big-Belly class includes government officials, school administrators, large business owners, lawyers, judges, doctors and hospital administrators, embassy employees, and “public service” officials, all of whom (in this novel) enhance their salaries by extortion, the private sale of public property, and/or the acceptance of bribes.  Dealing harsh and sometimes fatal penalties to the Small-Bellies who refuse to pay them in exchange for “favors” which they have often worked tirelessly to achieve, these criminals are among the most successful “entrepreneurs” in the country.

Growing up in the poor community of Laxmangarh, Balram is a promising student in a school in which his teacher has privately sold their school uniforms and stolen the lunch money appropriated for poverty-stricken children.  Balram, however, has to give up a scholarship and drop out of school to work, breaking coals at a tea shop to help pay for his sister’s wedding, the money for which has been borrowed from a criminal money-lender.  When he eventually hears that drivers of taxis can earn a good living in a biggercity, he persuades his grandmother to help finance a driving course, and he moves to the city.  His grandmother, of course, expects to receive, in exchange, virtually all his salary forever, in support of the family.  His job in the city, working for Mr. Ashok and his wife Pinky Madam, as the second driver and servant, provides him with a salary, his meals, and a place to live, and he has few complaints about his treatment.

Laxmangarh town

His crime against Mr. Ashok, his employer, which we learn in the first few pages of the novel, seems inexplicable, at first, but Adiga has cleverly organized the novel to parallel Balram’s increasing awareness of how he is being used—along with his growing understanding of what he needs to do to become a Big-Belly.  Imbued with myths and local beliefs from the countryside, nicely incorporated into the narrative, Balram’s understanding of ethics has been limited by the practical necessities of his childhood.  Even then “I did my job with near total dishonesty, lack of dedication, and insincerity—so the tea shop was a profoundly enriching experience.”  Now working for Mr. Ashok, Balram keeps his eyes and ears open, does what he is told, and looks for a way to escape his servitude.

Adiga creates a unique look at Indian society, one in which Balram, who grew up in poverty, is exposed to the world of the wealthy, having virtually no contact with the middle-class now burgeoning in India.  This creates dramatic contrasts in description and characterization, which the author emphasizes through his dark humor, and as suspense builds throughout the novel about how and why Balram commits his crime against his employer, the reader sees that Balram recognizes that such a crime offers him his only chance at freedom, a chance to become a Big Belly himself.  Though Balram has been a lovable rogue for much of the book, no one will empathize with him as he commits his crime.  And therein lies the greatest strength of the book.  Because Balram has elicited our sympathy for most of the book, our shock is increased by his actions, and that, in turn, re-emphasizes the hopelessness of the poor in the face of widespread corruption by the Big Bellies in control.

Notes: The author’s photograph by Mark Pringle appears on his website:  http://www.aravindadiga.com/

The photo of Laxmangarh is from http://en.wikipedia.org

The photo of the white tiger is by Sudeshna Banerjee:  http://www.tripadvisor.com

ALSO by AdigaLAST MAN IN TOWER    and     AMNESTY

“Have you ever seen one of those great steel balls that hang from a crane and that they use to knock down buildings? The crane lifts up the ball and lets it fall on the building. That’s exactly what’s happened in the Basque Country. Except that there the ball is out of control.”

In September, 1957, Joseba, the speaker who opens the novel, and his friend David Imaz are both eight years old when they introduce themselves to the new teacher at their Basque school in Obaba, near Guernica, Spain. David, sometimes called “the accordionist’s son,” is, like his father, an accordionist–an “artist” at his craft–and almost instantly, he finds himself perched on top of a desk, playing for his delighted class. Forty-two years later, the accordion is put away, and Joseba is visiting David’s widow, not in Basque country, but at Stoneham Ranch in Three Rivers, California, where David’s uncle once lived, and where David has been raising thoroughbred horses for more than twenty-five years. Joseba has been visiting there for a month, overseeing David’s epitaph, which is written in three languages–Basque, Spanish, and English—and coming to know his American wife Mary Ann, his two young daughters, Liz and Sara, and the completely different life that David chose for himself after he left Obaba when he was in his mid-twenties.

Mary Ann has a mission for Joseba. She wants him to take one of the three copies of a book that David has written in Basque back to the library in Obaba. It is David’s life story, including his involvement in the history of his Basque village, and it reveals important discoveries he made about other people in the village, including some of his own family, who sided with the fascists during the Spanish Civil War (1936 – 39) and may have murdered some of their fellow citizens. It also contains other information about David’s life “before California,” a life that he has not shared with his wife and daughters but believes they have a right to know upon his death.

Joseba, a published author who also participated in the events in Obaba with David, discovers when he reads David’s book that “events and facts have all been crammed” into the book, “like anchovies in a glass jar.” He suggests to Mary Ann that he rewrite the book, expanding David’s memoir and setting the record straight, promising that “any lines I add…must be true to the original.” Mary Ann agrees, and three years later Joseba has completed the book which becomes the text of this novel.

As David’s story unfolds, the divisions within the town of Obaba and within the Imaz family are clear. Uncle Juan, his father’s brother, is close to David, and Juan does not hide the fact that he loathes Capt. Degrela, who recruited for the fascists during the war. Degrela now owns the local hotel, where he hangs out with David’s father Angel and the hotel manager, known locally as “Berlino” for his past sympathies. Nine local people, thought to have been sympathetic to the revolution and against the military dictatorship, were murdered at the outset of the war, and David believes that Capt. Degrela, “Berlino,” and his own father were involved in these atrocities.

Basque cathedral with pennants in colors of Basque flag

For reasons David does not initially understand, his beloved Uncle Juan does not live in town, where David’s family lives, preferring the country life at Iruain, outside Obaba, where he raises horses when he is not working in California. David, too, prefers the country life, and his firmest friendships occur during school vacations when he can spend time with the local boys from the country, not the better educated children who are schooled in town. It is through his travels back and forth between town and country, and through his relationships with both groups, however, that he eventually learns the true history of the town in the years before he was born. As he is investigating this history, however, he is also dealing with traditional (and, in his case, not-so-traditional) parent-child problems and the urgencies of adolescence.

Basque flag

By June, 1970, David, aged 22, has finished his fourth year of university, and the political situation in his Basque homeland, relatively peaceful for years, has seriously deteriorated. Gen. Franco and the military dictatorship fear that the Basque region is fomenting communist-style revolution, and they are watching activities there carefully. The bombing of a recently erected marble monument, created to honor the fascists who fought with Franco during the Civil War, combined with the burning of the Spanish flag and the raising of the Basque flag over the town hall brings the military to Obaba, at the same time that reform-minded college students from outside Obaba also arrive, setting up a final confrontation and bringing the novel full-circle.

Though the novel sounds like a “historical novel,” the Basque setting and the events of the Spanish Civil War, which drive the plot, seem less important to the author and the reader than the characters and the crises they face. Atxaga is intent upon creating a vibrant picture of life in a rural Basque community, and as he recreates the culture, introduces the kinds of people who live within it, and includes homey details in his descriptions, the reader sees how much like the rest of us these people are, despite their obvious cultural differences. In their childhood, David and Joseba and their friends act like typical young boys, enjoying the same kinds of activities that children enjoy around the world, and when, as teenagers and youths in their early twenties, they become caught up in events, the results of which they cannot possibly foresee, the reader understands that they are innocent of malice, just naïve youths caught in a whirlwind that has taken their lives out of control.

General Franco

Despite the lengthy cast of characters, the characters are realistic and honestly depicted, and most of them come alive for the reader. Raquel Welch riding a horse in a bikini, children playing with the skull of a dead horse, and a donkey crashing a party to distribute pamphlets listing the prettiest girls in Obaba, all add to the atmosphere and the sense of “rightness” of Atxaga’s story. Written by one of the few novelists still writing in the Basque language, The Accordionist’s Son is a novel of epic scope and broad social impact, a novel which grows for the reader because the author chooses to be honest about his characters, instead of molding them to the needs of his plot.  (On my Favorites List for 2009.)

ALSO by Bernardo Atxaga:  OBABAKOAK and SEVEN HOUSES IN FRANCE

Notes: The author’s photo by Gorka Salmeron is from his website:  http://www.atxaga.org

This Basque cathedral with penants showing the colors of the Basque flag is from: http://www.nytimes.com

Basque flag from http://www.lavillabasque.com

The image of Gen. Franco is here:  http://sitemaker.umich.edu

““The most infallible philosophical theory on human nature is the one “[a friend] relishes: what he calls ‘The Julio Iglesias Theory.’  According to this, people behave exactly as the song says:  ‘Sometimes yes, sometimes no, sometimes you, sometimes me…’”

The first several pages of this Spanish gothic melodrama might be enough to discourage even the most intrepid reader—overblown prose, trite imagery, clichés, self-conscious attempts to play on the reader’s heartstrings, and an undeniable straining for “effect.”  Then in a twist, the reader discovers that this excerpt is merely the beginning of a manuscript about a child murder written by Luisa Davila, the main character in the larger novel.  And just as the reader is saying “Whew,” at the thought of having escaped three hundred pages of such writing,  the author introduces us to Luisa, a Madrid single mother who has written several successful mysteries starring her two detective heroes, psychoanalyst Carmen O’Inns and her partner Isaac Tonnu.  Luisa, aged fifty-two and gifted with a “rampant imagination,” has just moved into a new Madrid apartment with her eleven-year-old daughter Elba, named for the island where Luisa, then aged forty, conceived her while on a “mating trip.”  The new apartment will allow Elba to attend the private English High School which Luisa attended as a child.

What follows is an unusual variation of metafiction, in which Luisa simultaneously creates her over-the-top novel about the death of a child at a private school, describes the similar death of a child forty years ago when she herself was an eleven-year-old student at her private school, and then relates details about another remarkably similar death of a child at the same private school during the time that her daughter Elba is a student.  Three young boys.  Three deaths. Three mysteries.

When Luisa takes Elba to school on the first day, she expects that there will be no one she recognizes from the past—after all, she is older than most of the parents of children of Elba’s age by about ten years.  Yet, amazingly, she finds that her best friend from school, Sofia Marquez, is going to be Elba’s teacher, and even more amazingly, that Sofia’s daughter Avril, is not only in the same class but is about to become Elba’s best friend.  When Luisa was a child, she, Sofia, Miguel Gasset, and his more talented identical twin Antonio Gasset, were constantly together, until Antonio fell, broke his neck, and died, an accident that Luisa has still not fully reconciled.   She also discovers that Miguel, the third living member of the group, now the survivor of four marriages, has a son Miguel (“Miki”) who is also in the same class at school.  When Miki dies soon afterward in a similar fall at school, Luisa’s imagination works overtime as she tries to remember all the details about Antonio’s death and then tries to find out more information about the similar death of Miki.

Everyone she has ever known, including Sofia, Miguel, Elba’s best friend Avril, and even Elba herself come under Luisa’s scrutiny as she tries to decide if someone she has loved could possibly be a murderer.   In the meantime, Luisa, a sexually liberated woman, has an affair with someone about whom she is unsure, maintains her relationship with a long-time lover, and tries to be a role model for Elba, who is sexually precocious at age eleven, with a fondness for Antonio, the 28-year-old son of Luisa’s friend Miguel, twin brother of the victim from a generation ago.  The several investigations on three different levels—the imagined story, the death from forty years ago, and the recent death of Miki—all lead to Luisa’s lengthy analysis of people, how they respond to frustration, and the extremes to which they might be driven if provoked.

Author Carmen Posadas, born in Uruguay, recently becoming a Spanish citizen, explores and analyzes all the people involved in this fraught situation, using Luisa (who greatly resembles Posadas in background) to reflect her uncertainties, never sure whether she is hearing the truth, whether she is imagining complications where they do not exist, and whether she is suspecting innocent people, including her own daughter, of heinous acts.  The reader, in turn, is never quite sure whether Luisa herself can be trusted to be an impartial observer.  On many occasions, the author provides three sentences of analysis and equivocating where one would do, and raises questions which cast doubt on what might be innocent actions on the part of other characters.  By the time the novel ends and the deaths have been analyzed on the levels of all three subplots, the reader has come to believe fully in the philosophy of Julio Iglesias:  ‘Sometimes yes, sometimes no, sometimes you, sometimes me…’”  A novel which proves that gothic melodrama is still alive and well, Child’s Play raises many questions, and each reader will have to decide the extent to which these are resolved—perhaps concluding “Sometimes yes, sometimes no.”

Notes: The author’s photo appears here:  http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:CarmenPosadas.jpg

 

“It’s not that we don’t like foreigners.  It’s not foreigners, it’s ourselves we don’t like.  In our minds, we are small, quivering, bowing, submissive, beaten, cowering dogs.  If we like foreigners, it can only be because we are afraid, or currying favor, or kissing their feet.”

Author “James Church,” a former western intelligence officer with “decades of experience” in Asia, including, presumably, North Korea, provides a stunning and profoundly interesting portrait of “real life” in this secretive and sometimes paranoid country.  Inspector O, the main character in Church’s novel, works for the North Korean Ministry of People’s Security, but even at the level of inspector, he has no idea why he is assigned many of his tasks, nor does he know why he is often sent from the capital, Pyongyang, to outposts like Manpo and Kanggye on the Chinese border.  All he knows is that his camera never has batteries that work, that finding a cup of tea is sometimes impossible, and that he does not rate a thermos.  He expects to be tailed and spied upon, and he is accustomed to having his living quarters searched.  He can trust no one, and he must constantly watch his own back to ensure that he does not accidentally discover information about crimes that he does not even know exist.

Though the inspector is inured to a life of uncertainly and to the inexplicable behavior of his superiors, most lovers of mysteries have developed a set of expectations about plots and characters.  This one ignores all the “rules”–and is all the more fascinating, as a result.  The biggest mystery here, in fact, is what is the mystery?  Inspector O is assigned particular tasks, transferred to various outposts, seemingly at random, and then brought back again without warning, sometimes while he is involved in scenes of murder and bloodshed, and neither he nor the reader has any idea what is going on or why.
Any suggestion of a plot becomes even more ephemeral when it is interrupted regularly by an interrogation taking place in Prague by an Irish security official who is interviewing Inspector O.  There are no clues about how these interrogations came about,  why, or at whose behest.

The action begins when Inspector O is asked to observe and photograph a luxury car emerging from a tunnel in the countryside (a mission which fails because O’s camera batteries are dead), and continues with the discovery of the body of a Finn in the Koryo Hotel in Pyongyang.  Soon, the violence increases with additional murders in other parts of the country to which O is sent.  There are no clues about how, if at all, the murders are connected or about the interests that different governmental agencies may have in pursuing the investigations.  The rivalry between Kang, Deputy Director of the Investigation Department, and Kim, from Joint Headquarters, with O’s Ministry of People’s Security continues throughout the novel, and O is caught in the middle, never sure whether he can trust anyone, even Pak, his superior in the ministry.  Nor does he really know what is at stake for any of the players in the other departments which are contesting for influence.

The ambiguities of the plot are paralleled by the ambiguities of character.  Inspector O is “round” enough to keep readers interested—he is iconoclastic and refuses to wear his badges, and he is the grandson of a man who was a hero of the revolution—but we learn almost nothing else about him, other than the fact that he loves wood, enjoys trying to find its “heart,”  and would love to spend his time creating furniture.  He apparently has no family and spends his life working, sublimating most of his artistic talent and uniqueness in order to deal with the challenges of survival within a system which rewards conformity at the expense of originality.

If you are wondering, at this point, whether this is a book that might appeal to you, I have to admit that it came as a complete surprise to me.  I appreciate the picture of North Korea and life within it, and I enjoyed the story enough to have sought (and purchased) copies of the next two novels in this series.  I still don’t feel that I know Inspector O very well, but I don’t know of any other source of more reliable information about life in this country.  The possible involvement of Japan, South Korea, and China in a conspiracy involving representatives from some of North Korea’s ministries raises intriguing questions and suggests that North Korea may not be as monolithic as we have previously thought.  Existential in its concepts and ironic in its execution, The Corpse in the Koryo provides the interested reader with new ways of thinking about a “mystery nation,” North Korea, and offers a new way of thinking about its goals—and our own.

Notes: Also reviewed here:  Church’s HIDDEN MOON and     THE MAN WITH THE BALTIC STARE

The photograph here is the only photo available for this author, who maintains his secrecy regarding his real identity.  http://us.macmillan.com

The elegant Koryo Hotel in Pyongyang is featured on this page:  http://commons.wikimedia.org

Manpo, on the border between North Korea and China, to which Inspector was often sent, made news in August 2010 when leader Kim Jong-il made a surprise trip to China through this border station.  Here is the story: http://english.chosun.com


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