IMPAC 2011

News Latest!!  The Impac Award Longlist for 2011 is out.   See http://tiny.cc/7b4gu for an exhausting and exhaustive reading list for the next five months because that's how long you have to wait for the short list!   April 12th to be exact.

There are 162 titles on the list and yet they still managed to miss Tom McCarthy's 'C'.   My sorrow is immense.   However, there are some goodies like Colum McCann's Let the Great World Spin.   The Irish Times are tipping The Vagrants [Yiyun Li] and Red April [Santiago Roncagliolo].  

Other titles that are deservedly there include Homer & Langley [E.L. Doctorow] - a charming tale of two brothers in the early part of the twentieth century in New York, one of whom loses the plot on his return from the lst WW.  Not surprisingly, JM Coetzee is listed for Summertime and of course, Orhan Pamuk for The Museum of Innocence.   But, to my surprise and utter delight, so too is Javier Marias for Your Face Tomorrow:  Poison, Shadow and Farewell.   Marias is hugely popular in Spain and one of the  best contemporary European authors.   This title is the third volume in a spy trilogy in which the protagonist, Deza, a Spanish academic,  is spending time in London and Oxford and gets drawn into a labyrinthine web of intrigue.   It is an extraordinary narrative, gripping and intellectual and completely fascinating.

Apart from Colum McCann, there are three other Irish authors - William Trevor, Colm Toibin and Peter Murphy.   The latter's book, John the Revelator has to be one of this year's most impressive debut novels.

Check out the list:  I still am and will give you some reviews over the coming weeks!

Titbits

Michel Houllebecq has finally won the Prix Goncourt, France's prestigious literary award, for his new novel - released in September -  La Carte et le Territoire, [published in English as the Map and the Territory].   He is nearly one of our own in Ireland having lived here for several years.   He is probably best known for Platform, The Possibility of an Island or Atomised, the last of which won him the Impac Award in 2002.

I read in today's Guardian that Bonnet described autobiographies as 'no more than a pernicious variant of romantic fiction'.   On that basis, I would like to nominate as fiction of the month, Decision Points [by a certain G.W. Bush].

Freedom?

I apologise for being away so long but I have been ploughing through two massive tomes - Franzen and Pamuk.   For anyone dithering about facing 562 pages of 'Freedom', let me tell you about it.   I have long promoted American authors who seemed the true inheritors of Joyce and Beckett in the face of the nerdy parochialists of Britain.   However, Tom McCarthy has single-handedly resurrected the English scene while the American star seems to be fading fast.

I approached 'Freedom' with not a little trepidation given the enormous hype of it as The Great American Novel but I was encouraged by the first chapter which is admirable and in hindsight a very clever approach by Franzen to his narrative.
'Freedom' is the story of Walter Berglund, his wife, Patty, and their two children, Joey and Jessica, an archetypal middle class present day family living in St Paul, Minnesota.   Patty grew up in New York where her father has a law practice and her mother is a New York State assemblywoman.   She came originally to Minnesota on a sports scholarship and it is at college that she meets Walter and his best friend, Richard, initiating a love triangle that forms the core of the book's story.   Walter is known in the neighbourhood for his 'niceness', a good listener, devoted to his wife.  He grew up with a father a drunk and his mother worn out and physically wrecked, the owners of a rundown motel in Hibbling.   The first chapter, told from the neighbours' point of view, deftly describes Walter and Patty as 'the super-guilty sort of liberals who needed to forgive everybody so their own good fortune could be forgiven'.  They are politically aware, nature lovers and firm supporters of the liberal creed.

The remainder of the book then is seen from the point of view, chiefly of Patty, but also of Walter, Joey and Richard.   But from such an encouraging start, the characters fail to deepen and Franzen leaves many issues unexplored.   Franzen reportedly said he did not want to appear on the Winfrey show because he wanted his book to  be read by men and not women.   Is this perhaps why he leaves Jessica largely out of the frame?

The concept of  freedom is not dealt with in any depth.   It is referred to occasionally specifically and more often by implication and constantly confused with liberty.    The core of his argument comes about halfway through the book when Joey is visiting the family of his college friend, Jonathan.   Jonathan's father is president of a think tank 'devoted to advocating the unilateral exercise of American military supremacy to make the world freer and safer, especially for America and Israel'  [veritably a Bush-baby!].   In the course of dinner, this man postulates that 'when we discover that our understanding of the world, based on decades of careful empirical study by the very best minds, is in striking accordance with the inductive principle of universal human freedom, it's a good indication that our thinking is at least approximately on track'.   On such thinking is the Homeland built.   Further on then, Franzen writes that Europeans are all-around more rational and their free market tempered by socialism whereas conversation  about rights in America isn't rational.   Did the Enlightenment not travel with the Pilgrims?   The freedom Franzen is talking about is really about the liberties guaranteed under the Constitution.

In his attempt to paint a very broad canvas of America at the turn of the century, Franzen seems to have had a list of issues together with freedom at his side and one can tick the boxes as they appear:  environmental concerns, the war in Iraq, smoking, corporate power, jewish lobby, drugs, but again none dealt with with great thought apart from the environment and that because it becomes Walter's mission to save a particular species of bird.

If you are looking for the Great American Novel, you will be disappointed.   De Lillo has done it better and with greater style in a hundred odd pages.   If you want something to get you through that endless flight to Australia, then this is it.   And, in case you're wondering, Franzen does his usual ending, tidying up all the messy relationships so everyone lives happy ever after.

Thank You!

Hi Guys, I went to an amazing swanky book launch this week!   The book in question was the 'Thank You Book' brought out  by the Irish Hospice Foundation.   Essentially, it is a rather beautifully jacketed and elaborate notebook done with various coloured pages, all formatted differently.   Every fourth or fifth page there is a brief, original comment from a huge range of authors - from Heaney and Friel to Mac Anna and Aesop - all on the theme of gratitude.   I think my favourite is Aifric Campbell's 'thank you for quiet company on dark roads'.   A most delightful addition to the Christmas gift market.

Booker Winner

Hey guys, in case any of you missed the news tonight, Howard Jacobson won the Booker Prize with The Finkler Question.  Here for you is a quicky review of his book.

The Finkler Question is a captivating and very funny account of one man, Treslove’s, desire to understand what it is to be a Jew while rather wishing he were one himself.   One of the three main characters in the novel is Sam Finkler, a popular philosopher and TV personality, who seems to so embody all the necessary characteristics that Treslove starts to refer to all Jews as Finklers and any oddities as Finklerisms.  

Libor, the third man and the oldest, has just lost the love of his life, his beloved wife, Malkie and his two old school friends, Treslove and Finkler join him for dinner to comfort him and to reminisce.   Following this dinner, Treslove – already in our eyes rather a sad figure, unlucky in love and work – is mugged and his life changes.   His quest for the core of Judaism while being at times highly amusing provides him with no real answers and some might take issue with his characterisation of the typical jew. 

Libor is a Zionist and Finkler is an anti-Zionist, a deliberate ploy by Jacobson giving him the opportunity to explore the current Israeli situation.  It is possible, however, that Jacobson is only using Treslove’s quest as a front for a search for explanation of all relationships in the world especially that of victimhood.   The humour is delightful and brilliantly sustained even bringing a smile on the last page.

While Jacobson’s writing is described as being both mobile and inventive, it lacks the precision and exactness of Kalooki Nights.   At times his verb-less sentences and awkward constructions look as if they need a good editor.   Nevertheless, it is a compelling novel and definite page-turner and an interesting study of male friendships.

I leave you all to judge if you consider it a worthy winner!

Never forget Banville!

After the exhilaration of McCarthy and before broaching the ‘Great American Novel’ [aka Franzen’s Freedom], I thought I would do a quick Banville, so to speak!   Personally I think Banville is not only our greatest living novelist but way out of the league of anyone writing in the UK today.   So long as Banville is writing, Beckett will never be dead.

I picked up Athena which I first read seventeen years ago and am now even more excited by it.   Athena is the third in a loose trilogy [Book of Evidence and Ghosts precede it] in which the narrator, Freddie Montgomery using the pseudonym Morrow, an ex felon, now an art critic, is involved in a shady plot to authenticate a collection of fakes.   One can see why Banville using an alter ego has turned his hand to crime writing as the plot in Athena cleverly hides all its clues in plain sight culminating in a delicious finale.

Morrow certainly has existential issues which make the reader query the substance of any of his narration but Banville handles themes of memory, identity and reality with masterly prose.  The entire novel has an oneiric quality.  The young girl, ‘A’, with whom he has a passionate affair, actually says at one point, ‘we’re just the same aren’t we, the two of us?   Hardly here at all’.   Banville juxtaposes this affair with Morrow's  relationship with an elderly aunt, Corky, thereby deepening the existential ambiguities.

Banville is a profound wordsmith and there are sentences, indeed pages, that one wants to read and reread for their sheer beauty.   [A dictionary in one hand and a Greek mythology in the other would not go astray!]   But, please, if you haven’t read Banville or not this one, do please!!

Booker Alert!

I think I really will have to be more discrete with my blogs!

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2010/oct/07/booker-prize-betting-suspended-tom-mccarthy