By Igor Webb
Dos Madres Press
Loveland, Ohio, 2018
206 pages
Review by Tom Miller
This is not a book about a cat. It is
an autobiography…sort of. It is also something of a travelogue-- a
rumination through literary minds that the author either knew or was
attracted to. It is not a chronological journey so the reader has
to relax and go along for the ride as Webb tells of his Jewish
family’s displacement in 1943 from the village of Malacky
(pronounced Malaski) in Slovakia after his grandparents were taken
by the Nazis and their sojourn via Ecuador to New York City. He
tells of his youth in the Inwood neighborhood where his mother
insisted that he pass as a Christian. Being accommodating he became
immersed in the Catholic Church somewhat to her chagrin. Webb went on to study at Stanford and
do graduate work in London and at some point thereafter became
friends with Phillip Roth.
The book is also something of a
personal journey in which Webb visits Malacky as if he is trying to
gather something of his roots. He describes interesting adventures
while there --with references to various village characters from his
youth, his family and the surroundings. These stories are told by
Reza, his mother’s sister or cousin or someone ,who is perhaps the
most interesting character in the book, but as the reader will
discover in a footnote on the very last page also is fictional.
Along the way the reader will bump into
not only Phillip Roth but Jorge Gorges, Virginia Woolf, Tomas Wolfe,
Victor Hugo, W.G. Sebald, Danilo Kis, Milan Kundera, and Ivan Klima
either in a personal way or through Webb’s ruminations on their
works or their personalities. And of course the reader will be
exposed to Christopher Smart and his works. Smart was a perhaps
brilliant poet in England in the mid 1700s who had the misfortune to
be odd and frequently in debt. Both of these conditions resulted in
his imprisonment several times during which he produced widely
acclaimed works such as A Song To David and Jubilate Agno
as well as anthologies to his cat Jeoffry. (This seems to be the only
rationale for the title of the book.)
Webb reflects on various passages from
these authors as a memorial or perhaps in a philosophical discourse, and hones in particularly on Smart.
Reading this book is an interesting but
perhaps tiring endeavor as Webb jumps forward and backward as
thoughts and recollections seemingly strike him. Along the way he
just jumps into whatever writer’s work seems applicable to those
thoughts, and those may lead to tangents and then back, or perhaps
not. At any rate do not try to anticipate where this book is going.
It will get to the end simply because it is time to end and not for
any other reason.
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