Kathryn Davis (1)Recensioni

There are no words for this book. I now have such a huge desire to take a class with Kathryn Davis where we spend the whole time analyzing this story (or should I say worlds?). It’s mesmerizing, stunningly written and I just want all the answers to all the things.

began at Greenwood - reminded me of Barbara Comyn's Those Who Left - more subtle and imaginative but similar feeling

A strange tale of the residents of the small town of Varennes—in Maine, presumably—who include a sixth-grade girl with an extraordinary talent. The daily life and inner thoughts of these mostly ordinary citizens is interspersed with historical, geological, metaphysical, and theological musings. The best parts were those told from the point of view of the animals. An odd book that left me wondering what the point was. I suspect that this would have been better to read than listen to as an audio book.

British readers will know what I mean when I say that this is a Marmite book. Like the notorious British savoury spread, you either love it or you hate it.

I love this book. (Marmite, too. Not sure if that means anything ...) I love the beautiful prose, and sharp descriptions. I love the omniscient point of view, in which (among others, and in no particular order) people, dogs, beavers, carp, a moose and (memorably) lichen on a stone are given their say. I love the sharp insights into human nature. I love the slow burn. I love the misdirection.

For what it's worth, this is one that I will cheerfully read again, and again and again. Don't know about you. What do you think of Marmite?

"Magical realism" as a genre descriptor seems to be reserved almost exclusively for Latin American novels; exactly why that is, I'm not sure, since Duplex fits squarely within the category of "naturalistic novels with fantastical/supernatural elements" and looks to be targeted at fans of that subgenre.

One way this short novel differs from the famous magical realist works like One Hundred Years of Solitude is that the plot is deeply buried in this work, to the point where it seems almost like a Ray Bradbury-ish collection of short stories instead of one continuous narrative. Hallucinatory elements like flights of robots, sorcerers, and airships coexist neatly with 1950-ish suburbs and sexually adventurous students, while the actual characters floating through these settings seem to only be connected by dream logic. On a sentence-by-sentence level Davis is occasionally impressive, but aside from the oddly febrile sexual escapades there's not much to hold the reader's attention. I realize that, in general, if you find yourself asking "What was the point of this?" after reading a book it probably means you missed something important, but I confess that this was one of the emptiest novels I've read in a while.

When I finished the book I was maybe less clear on what it was about than when I was halfway through--and yet, I continued to be completely intrigued by the characters and settings and how much was real and how much wasn't. Clearly not everyone's cup of tea (most people in my book group were put off by the unclear ending, and, I think, felt it was overly experimental, more of a writing exercise).

This is another in a long line of 'weird' Indiespensable novels. I wouldn't have finished it if it wasn't so slight a book. This is a story of our lives, our bodies, our journeys, our families, ourselves. Or none of these; it is impossible to tell.

It didn't quite mesh with me.

An interesting book. Loosely connected vignettes about folks living in a small town combined with meditations on nature or creation. Slow and contemplative reading not plot driven. Had funny and insightful observations. Kind of obtuse would need to read again to get more.

Some of these reviews are real irritating. I know it’s goodreads and I should set the bar low, but come on. The fact that you don’t “get it” and don’t want to work for it says more about you as a reader than it does about the novel itself. Return to your James Patterson. You don’t deserve Kathryn Davis.

I tried and failed on this book once before after a few pages. This time I prepared myself by reading a really long, plot-and-character heavy historical novel right before it, so I'd be in the mood for something more fractured and whimsical. It worked! The writing is beautiful - in a clean and practical way, not flowery. It's the kind of book I appreciate more after the reading than during. I read it for a book group that canceled the meeting at the last minute, which is too bad since it's definitely one for discussion right after reading, when you still remember the details.

Wayyyy too lit-fic "magical realism" for me, even though it was short and I love fantasy novels. If you are more patient with lit fic, could work for you.

Not what I expected, and not difficult. All the pieces of the jigsaw do fit together to make a provocative picture. It's not the picture on the cover, though. One tip, if you do feel intimidated - make notes to keep track of the different characters, and try to read it in big chunks. Also, enjoy it for what it is, a collection of images and ideas, not a plot-driven package. Life is messy and sometimes 'stories' should be, too. Recommended if you're in the mood for something different and, like me, you tend to read genre fiction.

Kathryn Davis wrote the multilevel and arresting Duplex in a feminine palette, by which I mean the chief characters, the main driving focus, and the lens through which life is viewed, are all female. And on this palette she has loosed an array of forces and fictional effects, which readers (like me) will struggle to come to grips with. She tells a story of shifts in the fabric of space and time, of robot guides to eternity, which features a sorcerer who takes souls. I find it quite the challenge to pin down and evaluate.

The main plot, if there is one, concerns a woman who, as a young girl, falls in love with a neighbor boy. A sorcerer in a metallic gray car steals the boy’s soul, however, and in a Faustian transaction the boy becomes a famous baseball player. This girl, Mary, later marries the sorcerer, perhaps while hypnotized (so little of this episode is rendered in the story). Mary then becomes the mother of Blue-Eyes, a machine-daughter who started life as a yellow Teddy Bear. Mary leaves the sorcerer late in life, is transported through a wormhole, and performs admirably with poorly identified but heavy cosmic stakes on the line.

Obviously I’m having a hard time prioritizing plot elements. I only want to give the potential reader a flavor of what’s on offer.

Most clearly, however, this book contains a series of lovely chapters each of which stands as a memorable short piece, particularly “The Four Horsewomen,” “The Rain of Beads,” and “Descent of the Aquanauts.” The clear theme carried by these pieces is the murderous mistreatment of girls and women, and the need such mistreatment engenders for escape. But girls and women own these themes; Ms. Davis expresses them through their voices and points of view. An oracle of dubious trustworthiness enraptures the girls as they reach puberty, and continues to lecture them through their lives into advanced middle age. We learn a substantial amount from this irascible know-it-all, much of it told in dreamy monologue, as though she were talking to herself.

One striking element: grade-school girls experience a large portion of the angst and express many of the opinions and instruct a considerable number of the lessons here. Time shifts backward and forward with startling ease, so this is readily possible in Ms. Davis’s plot. However delightful the author’s skill in rendering the shifting universe in vivid visuals, there are so many elements that no single one dominates. Robots inhabit homes and look like people and can see infinitely forward and back in time. The sorcerer steals souls, but getting rich from shady real estate deals can’t be the reason he does it, can it? Who is Downie, and how does he know the robots so well? Why does the grade school teacher figure so prominently before utterly disappearing? How come there are overgrown rabbits in the countryside?

I ask too many questions, I know, and perhaps it proves I’m missing the point. This is a highly diverting read from a very inventive author. It takes an unorthodox (to say the least) approach to explore essential human themes, and recondite cosmic themes as well. Unfortunately I find myself nonplussed. If these treatments and tropes interest you, by all means take it up. Ms. Davis’s talent for invention speaks for itself.½

First I won this book in the Goodreads book giveaway.

Bizarre is the best way to describe this book. Not one of my favorites more because it was hard to follow not your traditional fantasy if there is such a thing. More like a discombobulated dream that parts make sense but as a whole you try to remember what you had for dinner before you went to bed and make a point not to repeat.

I really, really wanted to love this book. And I did for the first 30 pages or so. After that it was just a boring mishmash of clever writing and hallucinatory imagery. All the big time reviewers make it seem like a masterpiece, but apparently they value style over substance. Either that, or I am just not cool enough to "get it."

This is what reading is all about - confusing one into another reality that says something about our own. If you don’t mind being in the midst of a wild, poetic world - it’s worth the effort once you relax and let it just waft over you. "Everyone knew the meaning of a thing didn't emerge until there'd been an ending and you could finally see how all the parts worked together."

By all appearances, the setting of Duplex seems familiar: a suburban street where middle aged teacher Miss Vicks lives alongside her students, school sweethearts Mary and Eddie, with her childlike dachshund. But this suburb is folded in time and place, dominated by a sorcerer and populated by both humans and robots. In the blurred lines where fantasy and reality meet, Kathryn Davis has found her space.

My first inclination after finishing Duplex’s slim 208 pages was to turn the book over and start again, a luxury I’ve not often had with books that toy with my mind because of their length. Even on a first read, what becomes clear is that, despite its small size, there are endless pieces to pull apart and examine within the pages of this novel. The figures Davis creates appear more as vignettes than directly connected characters, many with just the slightest threads binding them together. Combined with the overall dreamlike feel of the book, there seems to be a single unifying piece missing – though, that may be the intention.

What cannot be overlooked is Davis’s incredible ability to spin together a sentence and bring her world to life in such a small space. Duplex is an ambitious novel, best for readers who don't mind an eccentric mix of characters or working out puzzling bits of ambiguity.

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I agree with all the reviews of this book, good and bad. The phrase-making is magical and haunting. The story is meagre and dull beneath its cloak of wonder. It is a luminous and timeless evocation of life in an American suburb. It does read like short stories or, worse, prose-poems stitched together. But this is an unusual and daring novel whose flaws only emphasise its achievement. It reminded me a little bit of Ben Marcus (suburbia, paranoia, humans/robots) and a little of "The Yellow Wallpaper" and its descendants in its portrayal of deranged/drugged femininity. The whole book is frustrating by its nature, which is fine, but I was left with the sense that if Davis had only mediated her dreams a little more through waking eyes then we'd have a novel here in the transcendent tradition of Gogol and Kafka.

I'm really torn between 2 and 3 stars. I went with 2 because if I hadn't already read some biographies about Marie Antoinette and the French Revolution I would have been lost with this novel. It is written in a few different styles. First person, third person and some chapters are written as a play. It jumped forward in time without much explanation and I thought didn't give you much time to dwell on what was happening. It also didn't give me a clear picture of who Marie Antoinette was and what she went through. I didn't get the feeling of how much courage she had, her love for her children didn't come through either. I did think the last chapter while she was alive was well done and captured her captivity.

I've never been so curious about reading reviews about a book. This is really unlike any other. It is a surrealist painting brought to life. It is rooted in ordinary life - little girls play at a card collecting game, couples marry, there's baseball, but there are also robots, aerial garbage collecting scows, a sorcerer named Body-Without-Soul and the characters wander a dreamscape where doors mysteriously appear and corridors disappear. Some of the sections were haunting and some tedious. Nothing is comprehensible and nothing is explained, by intention. This is not a book for everyone.

Think "Garrison Keillor meets Carlos Casteneda" and you won't be far off. A remarkable blending of the ordinary and the fantastic. This is an amazing book.

The novel "Duplex" by Kathryn Davis is the epitome of NOT judging a book by its cover. What an intriguing, unique story... for readers who are willing to take a unexpected ride on a surreal journey with a talented writer.

It feels as if the reader is dropped down into the middle of this story and has to open her mind very wide to take it all in. There's a street of duplexes, the story revolves around some of its inhabitants, including a family of robots. We go through the entire life of these people, even one of the robots pretends to age so that she can seem to fit in with her friends. There are scows in the sky which are referred to casually as if they are birds, no origin given. There's a parallel world that some of the characters wander into, again rather casually. Terms are given, then later in the book the story behind them. I could get with all that. But what threw me off was the language. It felt like the author was just throwing in sentences from random stories and connecting them at will. Last night I dreamed I was searching for a map. I'm thinking today that it was the map to the novel, without which I was completely lost.

Davies is an unusual writer--kind of creepy and provocative at the same time... she introduces you to a normal kind of small town setting and then tells you what the dogs are thinking, and how the family of beavers in the town lake are dealing with environmental changes...you actually get the beavers' perspective, along with regular people and their everyday thoughts and reactions to things. It's very interesting.