Dueling Book Reviews: Martin Amis

Interesting contrast between the two reviews for Martin Amis’s soon to be released House of Meetings at amazon.com:

From Publishers Weekly

A unnamed former gulag inmate in Amis’s disappointing latest is now a rich, 84-year-old expatriate Russian taking a tour of the former gulags in 2004. The narrator chronicles his current and past experiences in a book-length letter to his American “stepdaughter,” Venus. Wry remarks on contemporary Russia and the U.S. run up against gulag reminiscences, which tell of the years 1948 through 1956, when the narrator and his brother Lev suffered in the Norlag concentration camp. The letter contains another letter, from the dying Lev, dated 1982, which was the year Lev’s son Artem died in Afghanistan. Lev’s first wife—and the narrator’s first love—was Zoya, a Jewish Russian beauty who by 1982 was an alcoholic married to a Soviet apparatchik.

The narrator’s own feeling of debasement, when, after Lev’s death, he finally meets Zoya again in Norlag’s conjugal cabin (the House of Meetings), is complicated to the point of impaction. Amis’s trademark riffs are all too muffled in his obvious research. And Venus, the narrator’s supposedly beloved stepdaughter, is such a negative space filled with trite clichés about affluent young Americans, and such irritating second guesses about her reactions, that it lends a distinctly bullying tone to the book.

From Booklist

Amis has said that he’s never been to Russia, but you’d never know that by reading House of Meetings, which stares into that country’s soul deeply enough to convince anyone who’s ever read its novels, at least. The narrator, an elderly man given to fits of rage and outbursts of generosity, is returning as a tourist to the work camp above the Arctic Circle where he was once a prisoner in Stalin’s Gulag. As he travels, he writes his memoir for an audience of one, reconstructing the love triangle that includes himself, his brother, Lev, and his brother’s wife, Zoya. (The House of Meetings is a building where Lev, also a prisoner, is allowed a single conjugal visit with Zoya.)

The grim story builds with a Dostoyevskian sense of doom and a Nabokovian dark wit. But, for a Russian novel, this one is exceedingly economical, encompassing in its brevity an exploration of Russian history and character, political intolerance and anti-Semitism, the psychology of incarcerated life and the problems of freedom, and the weight of crime on the conscience. The narrator is a man who’s done terrible things and is able to look at them philosophically–a perfect character for a fearless writer like Amis. His prognosis for Russia is grim, but fans of the writer will be gratified by this remarkable return to form.

Kevin Holtsberry
I work in communications and public affairs. I try to squeeze in as much reading as I can while still spending time with my wife and two kids (and cheering on the Pittsburgh Steelers and Michigan Wolverines during football season).

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