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The Confessions of Max Tivoli (Today Show Book Club #22)

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Imagine being born an old man and growing physically younger. Imagine grappling with physical and chronological ages that are at odds with each other for all but a brief period in your middle age. Imagine falling in love and stopping at nothing to be near the one you love. Max Tivoli has had such a life. He is a protagonist like no other, and now he writes his confessions. No, not his memoirs... his confessions.

Max bares his soul, revealing the paradoxes, the ironies, and the cyclical patterns in his unique and tumultuous life. He documents his struggles against the currents of time, where he has had to keep reinventing himself as time moved inexorably forward for others. He laments the deceit and rejection he has had to practice to follow his mothers advice to "be what they think you are." He describes how his best friend, in stages, plays the role of his son, his brother, and his father. He memorializes a love that transcends drastically changing age differences.

Taking place in San Francisco around the turn of the twentieth century, when gaslights and carriages make way for electric lights and automobiles, the action centers on the three time periods in Max's life when his path crosses that of his love, Alice. In each of the three sections he reluctantly reveals, bit by bit, the surprising details that comprise the core of his life. His need for acceptance and love is portrayed in an entirely new and fresh way. The story evinces emotions that are powerfully heartrending. The writing is lyrical and full of imagery. This incredible novel will take your breath away, and I recommend it highly. If you only have the time to read one literary novel this season, make it this one.

Eileen Rieback

About halfway through the book, I found myself thinking that the writing style and some elements of the plot reminded me of another book. When I looked at the other reviews on the jacket, I realized that it was Nabakov's Lolita.

The same hopeless thrill of a doomed love runs through this book. Max Tivoli knows from the start of his life as an old man that his is a curse he cannot overcome - much as he might try. His relationships with Alice, first as a father figure who is unable to control his desire for her young girl self, then as a jealous husband who rapes his wife on the eve of her desertion of him, and last as her adopted son who yearns to kiss her and sleep with her, fill one with pity and despair.

One of the greatest tragedies is that Max, and hence the reader, ends the book still not knowing exactly how Alice feels about the various incarnations of Max she has known. Did she learn to hate him as a girl, care for him as a husband, love him as a son? Obviously his feelings for her are always stronger than hers for him - but what are her feelings? So much of the book is devoted to Alice - but the reader is frustrated along with Max - just grasping at images of Alice instead of the whole person.

The writing is lyrical at times and the premise is very intriguing, but I found myself drifting a bit as I read. As fascinating as Max should be - he took a backseat when his lifelong friend Hughie was in the scene. Max's life is unreal, to be sure, but I found his character a bit unreal as well - and found myself gravitating toward the more sympathetic Hughie.

I enjoyed this book - maybe not as much as I'd hoped - but would recommend it without reservation. I am not sure, however, if it leaves me wanting to rush out and buy more of Greer's works.

Max Tivoli's father proudly declares him a "gnome" at his birth, and throughout the course of his backwards life Max will constantly question his "monstrous" blood. Indeed, his unique disability forces upon him choice after choice in which he must wound others if he is to experience any happiness of his own. It both ruins his relationship with Alice, his obsession and the love of his life, and offers him the bittersweet opportunity for another chance with her when she no longer recognizes the man who youthens, rather than ages. Max's relationships with Alice divide the book into thirds: first, he is her elderly-seeming landlord, then for a few short years he is her contemporary, and finally, as the book is told in flashback, Max returns to his old love in the guise of a child.

There's something depressing about a book in which you simply cannot bring yourself to love any of the main characters. With a single exception, the characters in "Max Tivoli" are selfish and self-centered, occasionally cruel and often insensitive, and delving into pathetic every time they reach for sympathy.

The exception is Hughie, who befriends Max when he is a child of six and looks like an old man, and stays with him his entire life until he is an old man in the body of a child. Hughie is almost the only person outside Max's family to know the truth, and his steadfast loyalty and unquestioning friendship were more heartwarming than anything else in this book. Forget the love story between Max and Alice - the truest love here is between Max and Hughie.

The first part of the book is richly steeped in the atmosphere of late nineteenth century San Francisco. It's full of lush detail and is firmly rooted in a sense of time and place; critical when you're dealing with a story such as this one, where time is of such vital importance. And yet, by the second third of the book, we start to drift apart from the setting, losing the essence of the era just as Max himself is starting to recognize what time is going to mean for him. Was this deliberate? Maybe. I can see the author transitioning, allowing Max's own life to become the yardstick by which we measure the passage of time, rather than the events of the outside world. But if so, it's a decision I don't agree with.

That's a minor quibble, though, and a question of style. And even the most unlikable characters are beautifully drawn, complex and all too human. Max's unusual lifespan is the frame upon which the story is built, and it's an original and interesting one, supporting the book without overwhelming it. I could go on and on about the parts that bugged me, but when I set the book down, my overall impression was Wow, that was a great book. In the end, that's all that matters.

Andrew Sean Greer's fantastical allegory recalls, variously, Woolf's "Orlando," Wilde's "Dorian Gray," Kafka's "Metamorphosis," and even Heinlein's "Time Enough for Love." In addition to such high-minded precedents, however, the novel is not above stooping to the unabashed romanticism of the 1980 film "Somewhere in Time" (whose shameless mawkishness is, I'll admit, one my life's unjustifiable guilty pleasures). "The Confessions of Max Tivoli" is an odd blend of cynicism and sentimentality--but, somehow, it mostly works.

Greer's time-bending plot dishes up a unique twist: Max Tivoli is born with a 70-year-old body and an infant's mind, and ages to a 70-year-old with an infant's body. This conceit allows the author to imagine Max having three distinct chances at winning the love of his life--first as a father figure, then as a husband, and finally as a son--since Alice (his love) doesn't recognize him as being the same person each time. The novel does Sophocles one better, though Max himself wonders "is it exactly Oedipal if I married the mother before becoming the son? Is there some other myth with a better correlation?"

Greer's love of storytelling and enviable cleverness mask the occasional outbreak of sentences you'd more expect to find in a bodice ripper: "With fingers spread beneath her scented hair, touching the landscape of her scalp like something beneath the sea." "Wide, oh, still lovely face, and yes, of course it was you. My little paper girl, crumpled in a pocket for half a century, unfolded now before me. . ."

What keeps such purple prose in check is the inescapable gloom of Max's impending demise. For Max, perception is reality, and he spends his life being not who he is, but the person others think he should be. And, unlike what you'll find in a dimestore romance novel, Max is a monster not only physically but also emotionally: his pursuit of happiness is so utterly selfish that he neglects to attend to the few people who love him in return.

A final aside: readers who enjoy the phantasmagoric, historical, and literary elements of Greer's novel might also get a kick out of the wit and epic scope of Marc Estrin's "Insect Dreams: The Half Life of Gregor Samsa."

Reviewed by Sarah Morris for Small Spiral Notebook

Much like the backward beginning of his own life, Max Tivoli starts his confessions at the end of his story, letting the reader know right away what it took him sixty years to learn: "We are each the love of someone's life." While this is the main theme of The Confessions of Max Tivoli, author Andrew Sean Greer introduces it through the intriguing concept of a man who ages in reverse. Born with the physical characteristics of a 70-year-old man, Max's body grows younger while his mind and heart age normally, growing wiser through coming-of-age experiences complicated by his extraordinary condition.

For the three lovers tangled together in Max's memoir, love is comprised of moments of brief fulfillment and stretches of empty longing. Elusive, independent, artistic, and unattainable, Alice is the love of Max's life. Max meets Alice at age 17, when he appears to be a man of 53. Throughout his life, Max puts his quest for Alice before anything else. Masking himself comes naturally to Max, and he happily becomes whatever will bring him closer to Alice. Although he confesses that "it is a brave and stupid thing," he does not deny that it is also "a beautiful thing, to waste one's life for love."

In this story of an uncommon man's life, it is the "common" details that shine. Greer renders everyday experiences with a slow, precise beauty that forces readers to pause and observe the tiny miracles in the relationship between man and the world around him. Greer's descriptions of the smallest details capture moments from Max's life in poignant vignettes-a purple iris on the ground is "a frozen kiss," his devolving hands "[shrink] into tender starfish." Through his journal, Max holds his memories up to the light, pausing in his precious last moments to note the shimmering beauty of so many commonplace experiences, remarkable to him for their lack of peculiarity. The abnormality of his condition defines him, separates him from even the most mundane events in life. "Boys," he writes as he watches his young son play baseball, "you don't mean to be wonders, but you are." To Max, the most average aspect of living is a miracle.

Simultaneously mournful and worshipful, Max's ache for all he has missed underscores each page in his collected confessions. While occasionally tempered with wry humor, the longing is ever-present. The danger that this melancholy might lead to monotony is overcome by the beauty of the language itself. Max's voice throughout-so soft, so weathered, so patiently tired-pulls the reader into the pages of a journal textured throughout with the scents and sounds of faded memories. His thoughts are a parting gift to the people he loves, a farewell letter that is a privilege to read.

The premises of "Max Tivoli" is intriguing and its opening line ("We are each the love of someone's life") is so lovely that one is encouraged at what will come next. Because the concept is fascinating, perhaps anything written on it would have been disappointing the way "Max Tivoli" was. I am having a difficult time articulating why I didn't fall for this book; perhaps it had something to do with the way the three "revelations" in the book (at the end of each section) are anything but surprising--similarly, I didn't feel the usual urgency to finish this book because I was fairly certain I knew the ending; or Max's constant aversion to the truth with almost everyone, including the love of his life; or the way the characters are half-developed and impossible to get a real sense of.

Some of Greer's prose, via Max, is lovely and haunting, but given Max's actions, often seems less than genuine. Perhaps I'm missing the point, but I can't get past his villainous selfishness. To touch briefly on character development, there is a serious lack of it. The reader never really gets a feel for why Alice does some of the things she does, and is her incredible self-absorption the reason doesn't she ever recognize the thrice-appearing Max? Other characters, such as Max's mother, are half-drawn and oft-absent from crucial moments in his life, until she disappears more or less forever from the narrative.

Yet I did enjoy the concepts of irony and unrequited love (both of which are underrepresented in fiction, I think). The setting, old-time San Francisco, was lovely, but these aren't reason enough for me to recommend the book.

THE CONFESSIONS OF MAX TIVOLI by Andrew Sean Greer
August 13, 2005



THE CONFESSIONS OF MAX TIVOLI is the story of the unusual life of Max Tivoli, who physically ages in reverse, as he mentally grows older. Max is born "old". He's the size of a normal baby, but his outward appearance is that of an old man. People are repulsed by him, not knowing what to make of him. Even his family takes special care to keep him away from the curious public. As he gets "older" it is noticed that he is starting to grow younger, and his grandmother estimates that he will die at the age of 70, in the year 1941.

Narrated by Max, he tells his tale of how he cannot be who he truly is. As a young boy, he has to pretend he's an elderly man, because that is what the world thinks he is. At an early age, his mother tells him "Be what they think you are". And he does as she says, until he meets Alice, who eventually becomes the love of his life.

There isn't too much that one can say about this book. It's a story about friendships, love, and wanting what one can't have. It is also a novel about learning how to deal with handicaps, because Max is truly handicapped in every sense of the word. The world we know cannot accommodate someone like him, who does not look the way the public would expect him to. Yet, he longs to live the way everyone else does, but he knows this will never be. The only person that truly understands him is Hughie, his best friend for life, and at the core of this story is their relationship, a friendship that lasts a lifetime.

I loved THE CONFESSIONS OF MAX TIVOLI, and will most likely be one of my favorite books read in 2005. It was beautifully written, a unique look at what true friendship is all about, and how it feels to live as an outcast, as someone that is perceived as different from the mainstream. This book will truly become a modern classic.

I'm a writer, a reader, a book reviewer and a literary website host. I'm not a friend of the author and I'm completely independent-minded when I tell you this is the most beautiful, poignant, stunning book I have read in years. It's a marvelous discovery, one that will leave you wanting to read all of Greer's work. It's a mesmerizing tale that anyone with a love of language and of character will take into their hearts.

It's one of those books that simply makes you want to stop reading for a while because you know everything else is going to fall short for a long time. I envy anyone getting to discover this great book.

I was initially drawn to this book by the concept of the title character aging backwards, but found that the characters were truly at the heart of this novel. The backwards aging process, while providing the reason for much of Max Tivoli's behavior, became secondary to the love story. Despite my strong dislike of the title character and the slow pace of the story at the start, I stayed with the book and was rewarded in the end. My dislike eventually became sympathy and finally affection for Max Tivoli. If that was Mr. Greer's intent, I am not sure. Was I supposed to be put off by the self-centeredness of Max at the start and grow to care about his predicament as the book progressed? I am not sure. Did the character change or did I just begin to feel sympathy for him? Either way, I cared about him and the people he loved by the end of the book and was saddened by the ending. The ending brought meaning to the first line of the novel, "We are each the love of someone's life." The author smoothly resolved the issue of Max's return to infancy in a way that satisfied this reader. If I am still thinking about a book several hours or days after reading it, it is a winner in my estimation.

Let me first write a disclaimer that I am not en experienced book reviewer. In fact, this is my first on Amazon. After reading this book, however, I just had to write down my feelings about it.

First, unlike some of the reviewers here, I had no trouble suspending my disbelief about Max's affliction. Certainly that he grows younger physically as he grows older chronologically is not a usual tale, but I found it compelling rather than off-putting. It added such a tragic element to the story that I felt sympathy for the main character rather than any disdain for his behavior.

Second, the book's writing itself is a wonderful, warm, rich, descriptive mass of poetry. Greer's writing style is such that it fits the time period in which the book was supposedly written. After only a short time, I felt at home with the prose and was further drawn into the story by it. Although I am no academic, I would call this modern literature rather than just a novel, book, or story. It really caught me off guard that such a combination of odd story and classic-style of writing could work so well together, but it does.

I would encourage all serious readers to purchase this book for their collection. But as a fair warning, this book, in my opinion, will not appeal to the general masses. Alas, I fear that its use of language will be a barrier to many. Not that it is difficult reading, but that the style is definitely not mainstream. If you can allow the material to absorb itself into your consciousness, you are in for a rare experience with this book. I highly recommend it!