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jeanettesonya's review against another edition
3.0
Let's start with a synopsis. Matt travels from Vancouver, where his marriage is quickly dying because his wife is cheating on him with the coffee shop girl, to Toronto, where his best friend has contracted AIDS and has decided to allow the disease to run its course uninhibited. Matt goes to save his friend, to convince him that life is worth living, that what he's doing isn't virtuous, as Zane seems to be claiming it is, and, if it is, well, virtue is vice.
By the way, Matt is a film critic. No, wait. a film kritik.
I picked up this book because of the author. I read Kilter: 55 Fictions by John Gould in university, in a contemporary Canadian literature course taught by my favourite professor. I enjoyed it well enough, enough that when I found this book at the library, I was a little excited to give his full length fiction a try.
It was well-written, and there are parts of this book that will stay with me. But this book was a slog. I wasn't excited to pull it out of my bag each morning and each afternoon on the subway. When I reached the middle of the book I was already writing a trashing review in my head. But, as I came out on the other side, at the last page, I discovered an appreciation for it, discovered, in fact, that I almost liked the affect it left behind.
Here was the problem: I didn't like Matt. Matt was pretentious. Matt was the kreative kritik, so above his own role, so entitled, that he didn't even identify himself as a critic. And, since I was being shown the world through Matt's eyes, everything in the book was covered in this slimy layer of pretension. His childhood, his relationships, his messed up marriage, his one-night stands, all of it, Gould seemed to be holding up in a way designed to deliberately push, to shock, maybe, as if to hold up this character as the epitome of art, as if to say, "This is the lifestyle of an artist."
Oh, artifice. I wonder if that's exactly what Gould was doing, building purposeful layers of artifice over Matt's character in order to pull them away. I didn't see it though: Matt never completely loses his pretentious character. But as the novel draws to a close, Gould seems to work in a few truly honest moments with Matt. Through other characters, Gould adds some new layers to Matt's character, layers that go beyond 'The Artist' and dig deeper into 'The Human, The Man, The Friend, The Son, The Lover'.
Is this book worth the read? Yes. It's set in Toronto, which I love, and the writing is strong. And, it covers all sorts of issues and themes - AIDS, homosexuality, infertility, morality, fidelity, home and coming home. But, be prepared to struggle with an unlikable character and some assumptions about what it means to be immersed in creativity. It's a book to be read carefully, critically, watching for nuance and artifice. It's not, maybe, a book to consume, but rather a book to pull you in to deeper engagement with words, life, death, and virtue.
(This book review also appeared on my blog on April 23, 2013.)
By the way, Matt is a film critic. No, wait. a film kritik.
I picked up this book because of the author. I read Kilter: 55 Fictions by John Gould in university, in a contemporary Canadian literature course taught by my favourite professor. I enjoyed it well enough, enough that when I found this book at the library, I was a little excited to give his full length fiction a try.
It was well-written, and there are parts of this book that will stay with me. But this book was a slog. I wasn't excited to pull it out of my bag each morning and each afternoon on the subway. When I reached the middle of the book I was already writing a trashing review in my head. But, as I came out on the other side, at the last page, I discovered an appreciation for it, discovered, in fact, that I almost liked the affect it left behind.
Here was the problem: I didn't like Matt. Matt was pretentious. Matt was the kreative kritik, so above his own role, so entitled, that he didn't even identify himself as a critic. And, since I was being shown the world through Matt's eyes, everything in the book was covered in this slimy layer of pretension. His childhood, his relationships, his messed up marriage, his one-night stands, all of it, Gould seemed to be holding up in a way designed to deliberately push, to shock, maybe, as if to hold up this character as the epitome of art, as if to say, "This is the lifestyle of an artist."
Oh, artifice. I wonder if that's exactly what Gould was doing, building purposeful layers of artifice over Matt's character in order to pull them away. I didn't see it though: Matt never completely loses his pretentious character. But as the novel draws to a close, Gould seems to work in a few truly honest moments with Matt. Through other characters, Gould adds some new layers to Matt's character, layers that go beyond 'The Artist' and dig deeper into 'The Human, The Man, The Friend, The Son, The Lover'.
Is this book worth the read? Yes. It's set in Toronto, which I love, and the writing is strong. And, it covers all sorts of issues and themes - AIDS, homosexuality, infertility, morality, fidelity, home and coming home. But, be prepared to struggle with an unlikable character and some assumptions about what it means to be immersed in creativity. It's a book to be read carefully, critically, watching for nuance and artifice. It's not, maybe, a book to consume, but rather a book to pull you in to deeper engagement with words, life, death, and virtue.
(This book review also appeared on my blog on April 23, 2013.)
canadianbookworm's review
3.0
Gould is another writer I hadn't read before, but I'm sorry about that. I thoroughly enjoyed this novel.
As the book opens, Matt is flying from Vancouver to Toronto with two purposes. One, to see his father who he hasn't seen in a while and who he worries about. Two, to see his best friend Zane and try to keep him from dying. Matt is also happy to leave home for a while. His marriage with Mariko is on the rocks, as she been having an affair. He has lost his job writing movie reviews when they discovered a bit more creativity on his end than he expected.
Matt finds himself suddenly resistent to visiting anyone though and holes up in a pricey hotel room for a while, and that choice gives him a totally new adventure.
Interesting characters and an amazing plot line make this book hard to put down.
The theme of goodness, and how the definitions of virtue and vice are hard to pin down evolve through the book.
As the book opens, Matt is flying from Vancouver to Toronto with two purposes. One, to see his father who he hasn't seen in a while and who he worries about. Two, to see his best friend Zane and try to keep him from dying. Matt is also happy to leave home for a while. His marriage with Mariko is on the rocks, as she been having an affair. He has lost his job writing movie reviews when they discovered a bit more creativity on his end than he expected.
Matt finds himself suddenly resistent to visiting anyone though and holes up in a pricey hotel room for a while, and that choice gives him a totally new adventure.
Interesting characters and an amazing plot line make this book hard to put down.
The theme of goodness, and how the definitions of virtue and vice are hard to pin down evolve through the book.
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