Guibert is the consummate poet of obsession: the way it unravels the self, and gives it substance, too.
“I never imagined that my manservant might like me": So begins the late French writer Guibert's darkly humorous short novel.
The narrator is an ailing octogenarian, a man of means cushioned by his great-grandfather’s “colossal fortune.” In his youth he attempted to forge a career as a playwright, but his efforts never yielded “a true work of art.” “Maybe someday I’ll make something that will hold up if I’m able to simply describe the relationship binding me to my manservant,” he says ruefully. His first-person chronicle of their turbulent relationship, furtively scrawled in a notebook in his manservant’s absence, furnishes this book with its narrative. The manservant, Jim, is a “lazy young man,” a luckless actor who’s struggled to find success after a leading role in a serviceable film. And so he insinuates himself into a drama of Sade-an proportions. Cast opposite the narrator, he plays his role with a frightening, self-abnegating obsession to the lurid, bitter end. In their battle of wills, the manservant wields a manipulative force unlike any the narrator could’ve imagined for the inchoate characters that passed through his plays. He refuses the subservience prescribed by his title, usurping his master’s life with a slew of deranged tactics: He bullies his staff, commandeers his finances, siphons off his wealth. “My manservant wants to take care of everything himself,” says the narrator flatly. Jim’s contempt for his master grows increasingly explicit, even violent, as the novel progresses. The narrator records this humiliation with sobering lucidity: “He never looks at my emaciated body, it’s as if I don’t have one, his eyes might pass over it but they never land on anything, they slide right past, like an ectoplasm.” Yet nothing can displace their need for each other; their debasing codependency makes them appear “as if we were a single person now doubled.” It’s material well suited for a Fassbinder film. The novel was published in France in 1991, the year Guibert died of AIDS. His final years were marked by a bleak isolation akin to the one that engulfs the narrator. The narrator is, in James Schuyler’s phrase, a “victim of the other side of love.” And as his manservant reminds him, “Creatures need love, too, Sir.”
Guibert is the consummate poet of obsession: the way it unravels the self, and gives it substance, too.Pub Date: Oct. 4, 2022
ISBN: 978-1-64362-152-4
Page Count: 104
Publisher: Nightboat Books
Review Posted Online: July 26, 2022
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 15, 2022
A moving portrait of rueful middle age and the failure to connect.
An acclaimed novelist revisits the central characters of his best-known work.
At the end of Brooklyn (2009), Eilis Lacey departed Ireland for the second and final time—headed back to New York and the Italian American husband she had secretly married after first traveling there for work. In her hometown of Enniscorthy, she left behind Jim Farrell, a young man she’d fallen in love with during her visit, and the inevitable gossip about her conduct. Tóibín’s 11th novel introduces readers to Eilis 20 years later, in 1976, still married to Tony Fiorello and living in the titular suburbia with their two teenage children. But Eilis’ seemingly placid existence is disturbed when a stranger confronts her, accusing Tony of having an affair with his wife—now pregnant—and threatening to leave the baby on their doorstep. “She’d known men like this in Ireland,” Tóibín writes. “Should one of them discover that their wife had been unfaithful and was pregnant as a result, they would not have the baby in the house.” This shock sends Eilis back to Enniscorthy for a visit—or perhaps a longer stay. (Eilis’ motives are as inscrutable as ever, even to herself.) She finds the never-married Jim managing his late father’s pub; unbeknownst to Eilis (and the town), he’s become involved with her widowed friend Nancy, who struggles to maintain the family chip shop. Eilis herself appears different to her old friends: “Something had happened to her in America,” Nancy concludes. Although the novel begins with a soap-operatic confrontation—and ends with a dramatic denouement, as Eilis’ fate is determined in a plot twist worthy of Edith Wharton—the author is a master of quiet, restrained prose, calmly observing the mores and mindsets of provincial Ireland, not much changed from the 1950s.
A moving portrait of rueful middle age and the failure to connect.Pub Date: May 7, 2024
ISBN: 9781476785110
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Scribner
Review Posted Online: Feb. 3, 2024
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2024
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This tender, strange treatise on getting out from the “prefab structures” of a conventional life is quintessentially July.
A woman set to embark on a cross-country road trip instead drives to a nearby motel and becomes obsessed with a local man.
According to Harris, the husband of the narrator of July’s novel, everyone in life is either a Parker or a Driver. “Drivers,” Harris says, “are able to maintain awareness and engagement even when life is boring.” The narrator knows she’s a Parker, someone who needs “a discrete task that seems impossible, something…for which they might receive applause.” For the narrator, a “semi-famous” bisexual woman in her mid-40s living in Los Angeles, this task is her art; it’s only by haphazard chance that she’s fallen into a traditional straight marriage and motherhood. When the narrator needs to be in New York for work, she decides on a solo road trip as a way of forcing herself to be more of a metaphorical Driver. She makes it all of 30 minutes when, for reasons she doesn’t quite understand, she pulls over in Monrovia. After encountering a man who wipes her windows at a gas station and then chats with her at the local diner, she checks in to a motel, where she begins an all-consuming intimacy with him. For the first time in her life, she feels truly present. But she can only pretend to travel so long before she must go home and figure out how to live the rest of a life that she—that any woman in midlife—has no map for. July’s novel is a characteristically witty, startlingly intimate take on Dante’s “In the middle of life’s journey, I found myself in a dark wood”—if the dark wood were the WebMD site for menopause and a cheap room at the Excelsior Motel.
This tender, strange treatise on getting out from the “prefab structures” of a conventional life is quintessentially July.Pub Date: May 14, 2024
ISBN: 9780593190265
Page Count: 336
Publisher: Riverhead
Review Posted Online: Feb. 3, 2024
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2024
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