My review of Rachel Cusk's The Bradshaw Variations has gone up over at the Barnes & Noble review. It begins thus:
Only a very brave writer, or a very foolish one, would begin a novel with the words "What is art?" The British novelist Rachel Cusk is no fool, and indeed there is both courage and ambition on display throughout The Bradshaw Variations, her seventh novel, which is indebted to and in conversation with Tolstoy's novella The Kreutzer Sonata, as well as his less well known 1896 nonfiction work, What is Art? As Zadie Smith demonstrated with On Beauty, which owed similar debts to Howards End, when a talented novelist seeks to reconceive yesterday's masterpieces through a contemporary prism, there is potentially much to be gained.
For my final verdict, you'll need to read the review in its entirety here.
Mark,After reading your review, which was excellent, I got the impression Ms. Cusk was trying to dig her way out of the tunnel she had created. Having three brothers, all failures in their attempts at art, is a very deep hole. Her attempts to shine some light on the subject of art made the well even murkier, as you point out, with those mind-numbing abstractions. It didn't have to be that way. She could have had one of the three failures succeed at something, show the contrast, how through luck or perseverance or a combination thereof (as it happens in real life) one of them created a work of art. An interesting dynamic might have been set in motion, the bitterness and resentment, the envy and regret, the hatred, even, any of which might have unleashed some drama. Even Tolstoy, were he alive, might not have nodded off---as you yourself might have were you not writing a review.
Posted by: Ward | May 31, 2010 at 08:21 AM
What is your street address for review copies?
Posted by: Frederic Beil | November 12, 2010 at 12:14 PM