Category: Book Reviews

A poignant, reflective collection of stories that transports the reader to Samoa, but not in a touristy, tropical-islands-in-the-suns, superficial kind of way; Wendt’s collection feels like the removal of a veil, so that the reader gets a glimpse of authentic island life. His characters are tangible through their flaws, their peccadilloes, the irony of their decisions. They are the centerpiece of life and of this collection. Here as anywhere else, it is not about the place, but the people.

The novel captures the chaos and milieu of England in the 1950s, the journey and arrival of one cohort of the Windrush generation. The flux of characters and unattributed dialogue convey to the reader a palpable sense of the transience and tumult of their migration. Every person one meets on the journey is a stranger and despite the common experience, remains a stranger; no one is sure if the person next to them will survive their time in England, if they will succeed or fail, establish themselves or fade away, stay or succeed enough to return. The characters perform this by never getting close enough to the reader. They never even get close enough to each other to learn their true natures, their true intentions. The reader is only ever treated to a brief interiority of the characters, and some of them barely get a name. Lamming’s prose, via its non-linearity, non-structure, its confusion, and its unease is performative of the atmosphere and history he wants to convey. The reader is meant to be feel the lurch of the ocean, the nausea of arrival, a keen sense of dis-ease and unbelonging in their arrival. It’s a brilliant novel. 

A slow burn that leads to an eruption of inspiration, anger, and heartache. This novel is well-worth the time and emotion it takes to read it. The story revolves around the four Maribal sisters, each of whom, in their various ways, oppose the regime and dictatorship of Rafael Trujillo in the Dominican Republic. The story begins with the death of three of them — no spoiler there as the synopsis announces this event — and weaves around the events that lead to this tragic outcome. As such, the novel spans three decades, from the late 1930s to 1960. It unfolds through the perspective of each of the sisters, each chapter is narrated in a somewhat epistolary style. Embedded in the tale are themes of gendered violence, patriarchy and women’s resistance to it. Content warning: there is abuse, trauma, and sexualized violence, however, Alvarez does not write these events in gory or graphic detail. Indeed, savory events are worded modestly. Alvarez’s allusions and prose shines in these moments; she reveals much via a simple twist of a phrase. Another point of praise is Alvarez’s smooth and expert weaving of history into the plot. A reader does not need to have much preexisting knowledge of the DR’s modern history to make sense of the novel. Simultaneously, Alvarez conveys a stark history lesson to the reader without being pedantic.

Pak’s novel captures the reader from the very start, invoking an image of a sleepy, rural Hawai’ian town so palpable that you can almost feel the moist breeze on your skin. I felt like I could insinuate myself into the locals’ street corner conversations, as if I were invisibly there, listening in on every bit of small town gossip. I was entranced from start to finish.

The story is a mystery, that, as it unfolds, creates ruptures in the town’s moral fabric. And that’s what it’s about: small town life, relationships between people, the things that matter and the things that don’t and how we get these things confused. There is also a paranormal twist to the tale, which feels normal and realistic — Pak’s nod to the axiomatic superstitions of island life.

Pnin is a hilarious, sad, nostalgic portrait of a man lost in a new era of his life — and lost in a new era of the world. It is a surprisingly short novel (I expected longer). Set in post-WWII America, the novel revolves around Professor Pnin, a Russian social scientist, who, after leaving Russia is reduced to adjunct teaching Russian language courses at a small, liberal arts college. The story swivels through his memories, opportunities missed and some that he probably should have missed. This is a classic character study. Nabokov’s book came first, but if you like John William’s Stoner and Kazuo Ishiguro’s The Remains of the Day then you will probably enjoy Pnin. The prose is similar, though told from a 3rd person perspective; Nabokov’s use of words is concise, precise, and evocative. It has a flaw; merely that it focuses so solely on Pnin, that the other characters, particularly its female characters, are far less developed.