Rex: A Novel [Hardcover]

Jose Manuel Prieto (Author), Esther Allen (Translator)

Book Description

Publication Date: April 8, 2009

The new novel from internationally acclaimed author José Manuel Prieto, Rex is a sophisticated literary game rife with allusions to Proust and Borges, set in a world of wealthy Russian expats and mafiosos who have settled in western Europe.
J. is a young Cuban man who, thanks to his knowledge of Russian and Spanish, has become the tutor of the young son of a wealthy Russian couple living in Marbella, in the part of southern Spain that the Russian mafia has turned into its winter quarters. As he stays with the family, J. becomes the personal secretary of the boy’s father, Vasily, an ex-scientist that J. suspects is on the run from gangsters. Vasily’s wife, Nelly, a seductive woman always draped in mind-boggling quantities of precious stones, believes the only way to evade the gangsters is an extravagant plan linking Vasily to the throne of the czars. As J. attempts to give Vasily’s son a general grade-school education by exclusively reading him Proust, the paranoid world of Vasily’s household comes ever closer to its unmasking.

Editorial Reviews

From Publishers Weekly

A Proust-worshipping narrator falls into the dangerous world of the Russian mob in this novel run amok by the author of Nocturnal Butterflies of the Russian Empire. In Spain's fashionable Costa del Sol, the narrator takes on the tutorship of young Petya, the son of wealthy Vasily and Nelly. Petya's education amounts to lessons derived entirely from Proust, considered by his tutor to be the ultimate source for all wisdom. Meanwhile, the tutor is exposed to the staggering wealth and suspicious circumstances of the household: Nelly parades around wearing enormous diamond necklaces, Vasily reels his new employee into his shady dealings, and sinister servant Batyk lurks in the background. Before long, it becomes apparent that Vasily and Nelly are involved in the manufacture and sale of fake jewels and are on the run from the violent Russian gangsters they've swindled. The narrator is a perfect Proustian naïf, steeped, as is the book itself, in the rich and allusive depth of world literature and language, but also deeply innocent and foolish. It's painfully intelligent if overwhelming. A cunning Proust scholar could tease a thesis out of this. (Apr.)
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Product Details

• Hardcover: 288 pages
• Publisher: Grove Press; Tra edition (April 8, 2009)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0802118798
• ISBN-13: 978-0802118790
• Product Dimensions: 5.8 x 1.3 x 8.3 inches
• Shipping Weight: 12.8 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 3.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (4 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #2,592,267 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful

5.0 out of 5 stars Utterly Brilliant June 26, 2009

By M. Haber

Format:Hardcover

Anyone who is a fan of Nabakov, beautiful language, imagery and literary puzzles should not pass this novel up. Although the 3rd in a series, this novel can be read independently(as I have done).

The main character becomes a tutor for the son of a Russian family in Spain. Equipped with only The Book (Proust's 'Rememberance of Things Past')he quickly falls in love with his student's mother and comes to believe the family is running from the Russian mob. However no one is innocent as the protagonist lied about his credentials to get the job in the first place. Also...this is only the novel in "plot" terms and plot means very little to Prieto, who weaves science, the Russian mob, Russian history, Star Wars, The Matrix, diamonds and many other subjects that are somehow obscure - but not - into his writing.
Other themes deal with exile, love and how Proust saw everything in the world and was able to put it inside his masterwork.

There are too many beauiful passages to quote but this book and author should be read by many.

A superb translation of a masterpiece.

4.0 out of 5 stars A thoroughly enjoyable literary puzzle October 27, 2009

By G. Dawson

Format:Hardcover

This novel by Cuban-born, Russian-educated José Manuel Prieto is narrated by a tutor (who asks to be called Psellus) and directed to his pupil, eleven-year-old Petya, the son of two Russian émigrés living in luxury on Spain's Costa del Sol. Petya's parents, Vasily and Nelly, are hiding from two Russian mafiosos they swindled out of millions in a scheme involving fake diamonds. But, in Rex, appearances are highly questionable, and the purported swindle could be merely a tool used by Vasily and Nelly to persuade Psellus to do their bidding, including transforming Vasily into the long-lost czar of Russia. Whatever the truth, plot is secondary in Prieto's unique literary creation that is Rex.

Psellus derives his lessons to the young Petya, and indirectly to the reader, exclusively from the Book, Psellus's name for Proust's In Search of Lost Time:
"If you receive nothing more from me than some knowledge of the details of the Book, if in all your adult life you don't manage to retain any more than a few passages, a few scattered phrases of the Book, that would be enough to give you a distinct advantage as you go out into the world. Only through the Book can you learn to judge men sensibly, plumb their depths, detect and comprehend their obscurest motives, sound the abyss of their souls."
Psellus's other influences include the supremely worthy Writer, who is really an amalgamation of numerous writers, including Shakespeare, Nabokov, and Dostoyevsky, and the despicable Commentator, quite likely intended as a stand-in for Jorge Luis Borges, and perhaps even, at times, for Prieto himself.

Prieto's prose defies description. It's unlike anything else I've read recently (or maybe ever). It's a highly referential banter of thoughts, images, dialog, and questions to the reader. Often lacking in subjects or verbs or other generally indispensable parts of sentences, Prieto's sentences are obscure and difficult, but also loaded with charm and humor. Esther Allen's flexible, lively translation is its own work of art. As demonstrated by this scene where Psellus steals a dance with the beautiful but unattainable Nelly, Allen captures the musicality and exuberance of Prieto's language:
"In which the two of us danced, Nelly's face and mine, our faces consumed by fire, the blue tongues of my passion, the impulse that led me to inhale the aroma of her hair, bewitched by the arc of her brows, revolving at the center of a slow song that astonished me when I heard its first chords because I said to myself: jazz, but without being able to tell you [Petya], you up in your room at that moment, to interject a rapid commentary, overlooking for the moment the commentaristic (or belated? Or belated) nature of jazz. A song that now, each time I hear it, of course."

Rex is a thoroughly enjoyable literary puzzle for those who embrace originality and can accept some amount of confusion for a little over 300 pages (if the quote above brings fear to your heart, you should probably skip this one). This book begs a second reading, which I suspect would be even more pleasurable than the first.

3 of 5 people found the following review helpful

1.0 out of 5 stars Swing and a miss August 22, 2011

By Biblibio VINE™ VOICE

Format:Hardcover

My first admission is that I never actually finished reading "Rex". I read most of it - some 200 pages - but when I had to abruptly fly out and return the book to the library, it remained unread. For a while, I still maintained wishful thinking that I would finish the book but after a few weeks the book had almost completely disappeared from my mind. It became clear that this would be a book to fall into the category of "incomplete"... but for a better reason than just "its due date was up".

See, "Rex" is a very pretentious book. I'm talking REALLY pretentious, to the point where even I (typically okay with some raising of the brow) was unable to enjoy the read. I had to grit my teeth throughout every chapter, wondering at the various literary references (which mostly flew over my head, possibly because I was only seventeen at the time of reading...). The characters raised their noses to the sky, the writing expected the reader to understand bucketfuls of references and allusions, and the entire premise was built on this pretension, on this so-called literary basis.

I couldn't deal with it. Every page was a struggle, every ramble about Proust a tedious headache, and every additional moment spent on the novel one more spent on a book that I just wasn't clicking with at all. I tried to convince myself that the problem was with me, that I wasn't clever enough... but that feeling is pretty terrible. Nobody should ever feel inadequate because of a book and "Rex" made me feel that way.

Obviously the book has a lot going for it. I presume to readers who've read Proust, Nabokov, and Borges (to name a few) would probably tell me that there's so much depth and cleverness to the writing in "Rex". All I saw was pretentiousness at the expense of the reader. All I felt was this overwhelming boredom and the sensation that I was "missing" the importance. The writing is good but not outstanding - it was a little too jarring for my taste, not exactly my preferred writing style. And so it lay forgotten, to the point where I now know I won't try again. There's no point. A book that so frustrated and bored me while I worked at it (and it was indeed WORK) does not deserve a second shot and though I did not finish it, I read enough of the book to feel that my assessment of it would not have changed within the last pages.

Just not the book for me.