Unspeakable Things ( Knopf 2016) By Kathleen Spivack
Review by Doug Holder
If you like a wild ride—with ample
doses of magic realism, eroticism, perversion and poetry—then,
perhaps the novel “ Unspeakable Things” by Kathleen Spivack is
just the elixir for your staid existence. Spivack is a noted poet,
with a slew of poetry collections under her authorial belt, and a few
years back she published a much-lauded memoir of her experiences with
Robert Lowell—titled, “Robert Lowell and his Circle.”
In this novel Spivack's central
character --known affectionately as the “Rat” is both a creature
and a human. She is a miniature hunch back with a beautiful face,
hypnotizing eyes, and a painful and fascinating past. And despite
having her curves in the wrong places, she has been ravished in
sulfuric splendor by the likes of a well-endowed Rasputin, and an old
Austrian doctor who views Hitler as a great man and an object for
sexual release.
This all takes place in the early 1940s
in New York during World War ll. It centers around a group of
world-weary Austrian refugees. These immigrants struggle with the
open and “can do” sensibility of the new world of America, as
opposed to their homeland—one of refinement, high culture, and the
highbrow—but also dark and festering-- a place with history and
deep-seated racism, etc...
Spivack focuses one family—the
patriarch being Herbert-- a well-respected bureaucrat in Austria—with
connections. Herbert tries to keep his family in one piece and helps
the Tolstoi String Quartet, who have lost their key fingers that are
instrumental to play their instruments, as a result of the nefarious
rise of Nazism. The fingers are in the hands ( pardon the pun) of a warped Austrian doctor named Felix. The way they are secured by the
Rat—well, Spivack took my breath away.
The question of the New World vs the
Old World is always a subtext throughout this novel. Spivack writes,
“ Home. A different concept in the
New World. How to find oneself at home again? Far away, the blanketed
cities of Europe huddled, the rust of blood on their stones. All that
dark tragic history, that sense of cynicism and fatalism, led to a
point of view that would be known in the more dignified sense as “
European Philosophy.” All founded on certainty, fear and the
inability to prevent death. Europe reeked of death. As it did of
philosophy about death.”(265).
Unspeakable Things' is a book of poetic
flourishes, constant surprises, wonderful characterization-- highly
recommended.
Superb review, Doug, and a fascinating, complex novel!
ReplyDeletelunch--? both or all of you? phone me, love you madly! thank you thank you! Kathleen
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