Voyage To the End of the Room: A Novel [Hardcover]

Tibor Fischer (Author)

Book Description

Publication Date: December 18, 2003

Oceane, successful computer graphics designer and former erotic dancer, likes to travel, but doesn't like to go out; in fact, she never leaves home. She satisfies her wanderlust by bringing the world to her South London flat, using courier, satellite, radio, the Internet, and accommodating globetrotters making virtual visits to Panama, Istanbul, and Tokyo. Her meticulously constructed lifestyle suits her until she receives a letter from an ex-an ex who died ten years ago. She is forced into action and seeks out the help of Audley-failed mercenary, former personal trainer, and proprietor of the Dun Waitin Debt Collection Agency. When the first letter is followed by a string of missives, Oceane has to start searching the world to understand her past.Tibor Fischer's new novel is Robinson Crusoe and Treasure Island updated for the 21st century, weaving from the sex clubs of Barcelona, to the battlefields of Yugoslavia, to the deadly diving of Chuuk Lagoon. Combining his trademark sardonic wit and offbeat imaginative flair, Voyage to the End of the Room is Tibor Fischer in top form: a compelling page-turner that is at once a brilliant and darkly hilarious meditation on a random world; on what you can know, what evil looks like, why ketchup may be among a soldier's most important equipment, and how bubble gum can be used to collect on old debts.

Editorial Reviews

From Publishers Weekly

A freelance designer's effort to collect a work debt turns into an unusual series of international adventures in Fischer's latest, a meandering, deadpan anti-epic with a fascinating female protagonist. Oceane is a former sex show performer turned designer, a brilliant, beautiful but reclusive woman who interacts with the world via an array of high-tech toys from her modern London apartment. As the novel begins, her comfortable existence is disturbed by a client who stiffs her on a bill and a letter from an old boyfriend named Walter who supposedly died a decade ago. To assist her in her quest to be paid and to find Walter, Oceane turns to Audley, the cheerfully sinister head of the Dun Waitin Debt Collection Agency. Audley, energetic and eager for unusual assignments, becomes Oceane's eyes and ears, toting devices that allow her to travel vicariously through him. As they set up this system, Oceane recalls life on the job at a sex club in Barcelona where she first met Walter, and Audley describes his failed attempt to sell his services as a mercenary in Zagreb. Finally, Audley travels to Micronesia to track down a missing letter from Walter. Fischer's episodic plotting will frustrate some readers, but his talents as a raconteur and a cynical observer of the absurd are considerable. Oceane's stoic eccentricity and her flair for the dramatic make her a worthy match for the fascinating cast of mostly male supporting characters, and her final realization-"the battle is always with yourself, but that doesn't preclude having an ally"-is curiously moving.
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From Booklist

Fischer has balls; there's no other way to say it. Not only did he rip Martin Amis' Yellow Dog in the Daily Telegraph, he fired away just as his own thoroughly weird new novel was published in England. There's nothing like a little Maileresque growling to fuel literary controversy, so expect the U.S. publication of Fischer's novel to prompt more sniping. The book has a premise to die for: computer designer Oceane never leaves her room in London, preferring to experience the world via the Internet and by inviting tourists over to re-create daily life in her apartment. Then she receives a cable from a dead man and is thrown back into her old world as a sex-show performer in Barcelona. Still she doesn't leave home, thanks to the intrepid work of one Audley of the Dun Waitin Debt Collection Agency. Fischer uses the premise as an excuse to unleash a torrent of often outrageously funny social observations and grumblings about modern life. Unlike his first novel, the superb Under the Frog (1995), in which his raucous wit was used in service of a story, this time he pretty much shoots from the hip. It's a tour de force of a kind, to be sure, and it will be embraced by those of similar mind; others with a fondness for traditional narrative, however, may feel like Fischer felt about Amis: "It's like your favorite uncle being caught in a school playground, masturbating." Bill Ott
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Product Details

• Hardcover: 256 pages
• Publisher: Counterpoint (December 18, 2003)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 158243297X
• ISBN-13: 978-1582432977
• Product Dimensions: 8.6 x 5.8 x 0.9 inches
• Shipping Weight: 14.9 ounces
• Average Customer Review: 3.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (8 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #3,032,106 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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4 of 4 people found the following review helpful:

2.0 out of 5 stars Dissapointing at best, January 8, 2004

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James Stevens (Hartford, CT USA) - See all my reviews

This review is from: Voyage To the End of the Room: A Novel (Hardcover)

Tibor Fischer is known for his inventive narratives and his off-the-wall characters and situations. This book has neither. Instead, we get a dull story interspersed with "tall tales" that make little sense, aren't very interesting and ultimately distract the reader from the protagonist.

Having loved Tibor's previous efforts, I came away from Voyage to the End of the Room extremely dissapointed. This is a book that fails to stand out in any way and is more of a boring, Hollywood rendition of the subjects covered than anything else.

What was meant to be some sort of inciteful personal journey turns out to be a dull, meandering exploration of how a man would like to think a woman thinks and acts.

3 of 3 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Really Big Review, December 13, 2004

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Steelilack - See all my reviews

This review is from: Voyage To the End of the Room: A Novel (Hardcover)

The past works I've read by Tibor Fischer (The Thought Gang and The Collector Collector) have both been remarkable in their brilliance. Fischer writes with language that is multi-layered, quick-witted, and wonderfully fun to read. His mastery of the absurd and his stylized vignettes have made his books enjoyable for both long sittings in front of the fire, or a quick 10-minute jaunt while waiting for the train. Voyage to the End of the Room, tragically, does not measure up to his previous works.
This is not to say that is a bad book. It possesses a wide array of interesting language, and the situational comedy is still present in spades. The man who is crushed to death by a plummeting cow on the roof of a Barcelona sex club is a good example of this. It is a worthy exhibition of some of my favorite aspects of Fischer's writing. The reason for the aerial bovine is never explained, making it all the more entertaining.
The book also displays some very insightful observations and didactic. My favorite lies on page 204 of the paperback edition. "What I find significant is that no one seems to have Hope any more. One-off hopes exist. You hope the rain will stop, you hope you get the job, you hope you win the lottery, you hope you get to go out with someone attractive. But belief in the future seems to have no future any more." This illustrates some of the best qualities of Fischer's writing. A perceptive observation coupled with a subtle inclusion of humor. The last sentence also gives us a hint at Fischer's prowess with double meaning and wordplay.
The problems arise with the more conventional aspects of the book. The plot deals with a somewhat agoraphobic designer named Oceane. After receiving a letter from a former coworker, she hires Audley to travel to Micronesia for her and retrieve another letter from "an evil, dangerous lunatic" named Bruno. It also contains a lengthy flashback describing Oceane's employment in the aforementioned sex club. Overall, a plot that Fischer is completely capable of working with. It feels very fractured, however. The vignettes of The Collector Collector fit together with microscopic precision. Voyage to the End of the Room lacks this precision, and feels more like ill-fitting flagstone.
It also is somewhat harder to identify with the characters. Like him or not, Hubert from The Thought Gang was fairly easy to connect with. Both Audley and Oceane have very interesting premises behind their characters, and both are quite likable, however neither is fleshed out enough to allow the audience a strong connection.
This leaves a book that exists in a sort of void. Fischer's faithful readers will be somewhat put off by the change in style and quality, and the disappearance of The Thought Gang's lingual sorcery. Newcomers would be better off starting with a different book, allowing them a better taste of Fischer's style. Ultimately, the book deserves a four star rating and will add to, not detract from, Fischer's body of work, but will not be counted among his best work.

4.0 out of 5 stars Not your everyday work of fiction, March 5, 2005

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Jason Cooper (Birmingham, AL) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Voyage To the End of the Room: A Novel (Hardcover)

Oceane is a former erotic dancer turned successful computer graphics designer who now never leaves home. We follow her strange routine through her London flat and relive her days in a Barcelona sex club. Later, as our heroine seeks her former lover, we follow her personal assistant, Audley, who is a former mercenary and now proprietor of the Dun Waitin Credit Agency.

If the premise seems thin, it's because this is a book in which the language and the interaction between characters takes precedence over matters of plot. The result is a eccentric, often funny read, as the progression of events becomes somewhat hard to follow.

A good work of fiction has nuggets of truth interspersed within it. At the very least, the reader can accept the nugget as truth, which, in a book such as this, provide the opposite of comic relief and keep the book closer to the ground. Fischer writes of Oceane's short encounter with a man with whom there is no possibility of a long-term relationship:

Juan was far too good-looking for any hope of a long-term relationship . . . Juan was perhaps to easy-going for me. It's like training dogs. You want the dog to obey you, but you can't have any real respect for a dog that always obeys you. You want a dog that occasionally goes over the wall or bites the postman without your permission; you want to be reminded that you command a subdued yet wild animal, not a crawler. A man should be strong enough to kill you with his bare hands.

Until the last sentence, the above passage captures a truth about male-female relationships that is hard to toss aside. While extending the often-used metaphor of training a man as one would a dog, Fischer takes a healthy stab at identifying the intangible qualities of a relationship that elude so many of us. Moments like this kept me turning the pages.

To be sure, this novel is not for everyone. It's a quirky, offbeat and meandering delivery, whose subject matter alone will alienate some readers. But it's fun reading from this award-winning British author.