Most Helpful Customer Reviews
|
|
90 of 101 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Rumors of Dhalgren's impenetrability are greatly exaggerated, January 2, 2005
I read this book in three days, found none of the sex gratuitous, never felt lost (though the narrative certainly does fly apart in the last section), and thought the book, if it needed editing, only needed about 75 pages worth, and that's spread out across 800. I seem to be in the minority, and that makes sense--this is not a book for everyone.
But for me, Dhalgren is the best book I've read in months, and I desperately don't want its detractors to scare people like me off. No, fans of early Delany, this is not Babel-17, but I personally think he didn't start getting really good until Nova and his short stories. No, people of delicate sensibilities, this is not a sanitized book, but those who believe it's _just_ about the author's own bisexuality are probably betraying their own sensitivities; frankly, I found issues of race, the concept of identity, the artistic drive, philosophy, the power of myth, semiotics, metafiction, and the overwhelming theme of "What happens when time has no meaning?" to be far more prevalent than the issues of sexuality. There _is_ a lot of sex in certain sections of Dhalgren, but it usually serves as a signpost in a relationship, showing just how two or more people stand at that particular moment. Dhalgren is also not "about nothing," nor is it "disjointed"--there is very clearly a storyline going on, though its initial stated goals lose meaning as certain themes start to take over the universe of the book. It's no A-to-B plot, but it's one seriously good A-through-B-and-around-back-to-A (or IS it?) plot.
So what IS Dhalgren? To me, it's a book with all of the best thematic concerns of Thomas Pynchon's Gravity's Rainbow combined with a few very awesome riffs on Joyce, universalized by the sheer mythic BIGNESS of this very, very weird place in which it all occurs. Fans of the Big Dense Postmodern Novel and SF's '60s New Wave might fall madly in love with this, as might anyone who likes both Haruki Murakami and Hunter Thompson. I know I did.
Plenty of people have tried to summarize this thing, but this is what you need to know: Dhalgren is an eerie, sexy, alternately thrilling and draining, mythic picaresque of a book in which one very confused guy enters the weirdest place on earth and ends up at the center of everything through no fault of his own. The desperate search for knowledge comes up with tantalizing clues and some emotionally walloping encounters and relationships with other people, but the Kid's mind is his own worst enemy, and the nearly self-aware city seems not too far behind. By the end, the Kid might not even care, but that doesn't free him from the troubles not knowing causes. Plenty of possible answers pop up, but this mystery's solution seems overdetermined: there are dozens of ways to explain what's going on, but each one has just as much tantalizing evidence as the others, and none fit the whole story perfectly. This is a book where you're going to want to flip back a lot to find out what the Kid is having frustrating bits of deja vu over, and like Finnegans Wake, you're also going to want to read the first couple of chapters over again as soon as you get to the broken sentence that ends and begins the book, because just like in Joyce's most frustrating creation, the end enriches the beginning INFINITELY.
I'm already itching to reread this thing, because I have the feeling that the entire novel glows with interconnections the second time through. Till then, though, I beg anyone excited rather than scared off by this review to purchase this immediately. The risk of disliking Dhalgren greatly is far outweighed by the rewards the right kind of reader gets out of this book. This one's now a part of my mental constellation, and I hope it can play the same part in yours.
|
|
|
30 of 32 people found the following review helpful:
3.0 out of 5 stars
The pros and cons of reading this legendary book, July 3, 2001
I just finished Dhalgren a few hours ago and I am still thinking it through, so maybe this review is a bit premature, but here goes: I'd heard about this book for ages, so I was excited when it got reissued recently. Being a big Pynchon/Joyce fan, I have much patience and love for the so-called Big Difficult Novel. Not being a big SF fan, I was more intrigued by the book's titanic reputation as a surreal masterwork. However, right now I disagree with the notion (from previous reviewers) that this book is an absolute love or an absolute hate, as there is so much in it to recommend, as well as some basic things to criticize. Hence, my three stars. Well, in so many ways this book is certainly fantastic. It has imagery I've never read anywhere else, and having grown up in a formerly industrial New England city that is only now coming out of it's crumbling, chaotic doldrums, I related to many images of Bellona. Overall, I think the book is a grand project of metafiction, portraiture of mental illness, or some inexplicable religious/apocalyptic mystery. The fact that it works on all those levels makes me admire the novel more. I did not need anything explicitly explained, as I liked feeling the confusion and whirl of ideas that the main character feels. (If you've seen the movie "Memento," the experience is similar.) What I did not admire was the fact that the book was easily 200 pages too long. For example, I'm hardly squeamish about descriptions of sex, but after dozens and dozens of them...well, like any cheap pornography, it gets kind of numbingly dull--which may be the point, but hey, I got bored. Furthermore, many scenes of gang life absolutely serve no purpose but are merely mundane--and while that may be the point too, it leaves the reader (or maybe just me) feeling like such writing was flabby and flat. So even if these certain elements served a point--for metafiction, for depiction of mental illness--they still come off as bad reading. While cutting 200 pages would rob the reader of some fantastic scenes and images, I really think that a shorter work would have made this haunting novel even more powerful than it is. Therefore, be careful who you recommend the book to, not because of the sex scenes or anything, but because some people may find it too much of a slog. That being said, my mind is still racing through all the possibilities and characters and images of the novel (the red eyes, the shifting streets, the frighteningly delusional Richards family's attempts at middle-class order), and it's quite refreshing to read something that makes me think hard. I think the book also influenced some of my dreams, which was not always pleasant, but showed how effective much of the book is. So hey, maybe if I were to write this review a week from now, I might give it four stars.
|
|
|
25 of 27 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
A densely written tour de force, May 10, 2000
"You have confused the true and the real," reads the epigram at the beginning of this long, complex novel. The true and the real? Are they different? So what? What does that have to do with anything, anyway?Welcome to Dhalgren, the masterwork of science fiction's most learned and intellectual practitioner. I have worked my way through this long book (879 pages in the Bantam paperback edition) once or twice a year since I discovered it in 1976. Each time, I spot more details, attain a deeper understanding of the story and the ideas that lie under it. The book is the story of a young drifter who has somehow lost track of his name and many of the details of his life. He travels to Bellona, a made-up city that has, some months or years before, undergone some cataclysm, a breakdown of society. Television and radio don't work. There is no contact with the outside world. Almost everyone has departed, leaving gangs, back-to-the-earthers, do-gooders, and others. In the absence of laws and authorities, they find a way to live together. The main character--called variously "the kid," "the Kid," and "Kidd" (keep track, these variations are significant)--finds a place in this anarchic protosociety as a poet and a gang leader. Ultimately he creates an identity, a sense of who he is...and in the final pages, leaves the city. The city is not a normal place. Buildings burn without being consumed. Some laws of physics seem suspended. One night a second moon rises over the city; the next day, everyone agrees not only that the second moon was there, but they also share an understanding of the second moon's name. None of these details are explained. The textual complexity is immense. Early in the book, the Kid finds a discarded notebook with writing on only one side of the paper. He flips through it to a random page. The text on the page is almost precisely the same text that appears on page 1 of Dhalgren--that is, Kidd's own story! The kid keeps the notebook and begins using it as a journal. He writes poetry in it. One long section of Dhalgren is presented as a palimpsest--that is, a document in which layers of embellishments and commentaries are presented as an integral part of the text. In this section, it is impossible to tell which portions are written by Kidd and which already existed in the notebook when he found it. Throughout, Delany uses kaleidoscopic, beautiful language. Pick a page at random and read it aloud; it will sound like poetry. One marvels at the sustained effort that allowed Delany to maintain the vision and tone of this book through 879 pages. The book starts in mid-sentence, by the way. And it ends mid-sentence. The two ends fit; it's possible that the final words of the book are the beginning of the first sentence, and that the entire novel can be read in a circle. Explicit sex scenes--heterosexual, homosexual, groups--and adult language mean this book is not for everyone. But if such things don't bother you, pick up a copy. Delany will take your imagination on a ride you will never forget.
|
|
|
Most Recent Customer Reviews
|
by Samuel R. Delany
by Samuel R. Delany
by Samuel R. Delany
by Samuel R. Delany
by Samuel R. 1 Delany
