I did find the book easy to read and rather fast moving and I also found the discussions quite interesting but I would not call it a prize winner. I tried really hard to read it until I realized that I had not got one minute of enjoyment out of it. Let's go maim some money-grubbing, manipulative, motherfucking Jews after that! But as Treslove makes his way home, he is attacked and mugged outside a violin dealer's window. Who seems to be leading in their rivalry at the beginning of the novel? It was looking for Herzog, but in the end found a book that could have been When I started the Finkler Question, I had images of Saul Bellow, Philip Roth, Mel Brooks and Woody Allen floating in my head. Finkler, by contrast, suppresses the grief he feels for the loss of his young wife, Tyler, snatched away by cancer.
The Man Booker prize feels like a vindication of what I do and have done for a quarter of a century, casting a backward light on my earlier novels, introducing and part explaining them to readers who have not read me before. What do Treslove, Finkler, and Libor learn from women, and what relationship lessons do they never learn? This book is a very sad and funny depiction of a conundrum that people face. Curses, I may have to quit the book group. Treslove finds he has tears enough for the unbearable sadness of both his friends losses. For example, despite the all too minutely detailed fear of anti-Jewish violence in 21st century London!? Nobody parades around shame since normally, it's too shameful a matter to do that. I feel so much better already.
The author began by making a very big deal about the pain of being a Jew in the modern world and ended the book with an impassioned plea to see Jews for what they really are, half right and half wronged, like the rest of us. This tiresome obsession was sparked by an incident in which he was mugged by someone who, he believed, mistook him for a Jew. So life was still all his to lose. No matter the book's themes, the way Jacobson weds humor to seriousness makes it affecting for anyone. I'm not comfortable with the idea that anything is beyond my empathy. Tonight even his soul shook with apprehension.
It had a medicinal, antiseptic, ring to it. Not the interruption to one of his luxuriating, vicariously widowed reveries. But I don't think of myself as a writer of comic novels, for the reason that comic novel suggests lightness or frolicsomeness, a holiday from the serious, and that's not how I see what I do. If you think that this one thing can sustain you for the length of a book, have at it. The author began by making a very big deal about the pain of being a Jew in the modern world and ended the book with an impassioned plea to see Jews for what they really are, half right and half wronged, like the rest of us. Several have landed on the Booker long list.
It is neither truly racial nor uniformly religious. Give me more novels about our glorious and estranged elders I dare you. And in himself no fight, no instinct for preservation, no amour de soi, no whatever the word is for the glue that holds a man together and teaches him to live in the present. With The Finkler Question, Mr. Libor is a Czech who remains besotted with Malkie, his wife of many years, a pianist who died at the age of 80. I'm none of those things, and I did enjoy it on many levels.
He lectured for three years at the University of Sydney before returning to teach at Selwyn College, Cambridge. I made it a third of the way through the book and finally accepted that I am unable to sympathize at all with the incredibly neurotic Treslove and I am not sufficiently intrigued by what happened in the first 112 pages to finish the book and find out what happens. How is this seder unique? Jacobson's method in posing this question is to tell the story of three men and the women who orbit them my language here merely reflects the novel's sexism rather than my own - I'm a new man , to quote Roots Manuva. At times, it was difficult to tell if the faux sincerity was Jacobson's attempt to be earnest or sardonic, and the outright attempts Sometimes when I pick up a book I wonder who the author is trying to imitate. Something of more moment than a mishap. Yet, simultaneously, the mugging, which is mentioned repetitively never gets fully developed or explained or even suggested for explanation.
The Finkler Question has something to do with Jewishness, something to do with Jewish people, nothing to do with 'Issrrae', something to do with the image of Israel, and everything to do with human nature. Why does Treslove tell Libor about his affair with Tyler Finkler? At the same time, there is an element of universality to it as well. Starting with a 1 or 2-stars, I had to go on until it became better, until I had read nearly a third of the book. Both separately and together, they rehearse Israel's right to exist, and anti-Semitism as it apparently exists in England. It was how he knew he was in love: no presentiment of her expiry, no proposal. So poetic and lovely that you have too keep on reading. I work with fluff all day.
Both Libor and Finkler are recently widowed, and together with Treslove they share a sweetly painful evening revisiting a time before they had loved and lost. Who among us is so certain of our identity? For me, some of the novelists who do remember their obligations to comedy are Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, Dostoevsky, Joseph Conrad think The Secret Agent , Henry James funnier than he's often given credit for , Joseph Roth, Kurt Vonnegut, Saul Bellow, Philip Roth, Joseph Heller, Mario Vargas Llosa, Milan Kundera sometimes , Steve Tesich I know of no more bitterly funny novel than Karoo , and, if I may return the compliment, Jonathan Safran Foer Alexander Perchov, the sometime narrator of Everything Is Illuminated, is an inspired comic creation. Only from a world from which Jews believe they have nothing to fear will they consent to learn lessons in humility. Y aun así, tengo que decir que me gusta más el autor que el libro. Treslove is convinced the crime was a misdirected act of anti-Semitism, and in its aftermath, his whole sense of self will ineluctably change. This is, after all, a comedy that begins and ends in grief.
All of which is played out with Jacobson's exceptionally funny riffs and happy-sad refrains. On a school holiday in Barcelona he paid a gypsy fortune-teller to read his hand. Treslove is a man scratching at an itch. Despite a prickly relationship and very different lives, they've never lost touch with each other, or with their former teacher, Libor Sevcik. It is the story of three adult Englishmen, friends, in contemporary London. It was actually possible to reduce it down by 70-80 pages which I felt little stretchy.