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When cabdriver Dave Rudman's wife of five years deserts him for another man, taking their only child with her, he is thrown into a tailspin of doubt and discontent. Fearing his son will never know his father, Dave pens a gripping text — part memoir, part deranged philosophical treatise, and part handbook of "the Knowledge" learned by all London cab drivers. Meant for the boy when he comes of age, the book captures the frustration and anxiety of modern life. Five hundred years later, the Book of Dave is discovered by the inhabitants on the island of Ham, where it becomes a sacred text of biblical proportion, and its author is revered as a mighty prophet.
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"First, the bad news: Reading Will Self's long, complicated new novel requires regular consultation of its glossary of invented words and a good English-language dictionary. Once decoded, the narrative seethes with domestic violence, misogyny, religious repression, bigotry, public torture, mental illness and cruelty to animals. More than a few scenes are spectacularly disgusting, a hallmark of this... Washington Post Book Review (read the entire Washington Post review) prolific British writer's fiction. And have I mentioned the dialogue, which often reads like text messages from baby-talking Cockney space aliens? The good news is that, while 'The Book of Dave' is sometimes as aggressively off-putting as Self's five previous novels, it's also a richer, more engaging enterprise. In each of those earlier books there lurked a magic page of doom on which the reader became certain that Self had already thoroughly explored his gimmicky premise — the guy is really a chimpanzee in 'Great Apes'; death is just a more tedious version of life in 'How the Dead Live' — and would now spend several hundred more pages methodically kicking the life out of it. No such page exists in the new novel, whose plot is sturdy enough to support its voluptuous prose. Most significantly, the author has worked hard to increase his emotional repertoire from a three-chord punk chorus of rage, contempt and despair to a more expansive range of sensibility. There's still plenty of rage embodied here in Dave Rudman, a balding, hemorrhoidal London taxi driver who is undergoing a nasty divorce during the first cacophonous years of our current millennium. Dave's wife, Michelle, holds all the cards in the custody battle over their son, Carl. Nothing — not the 'Fathers First' support group Dave attends, not his love for the city or his proud command of 'the Knowledge,' the rote memorization of its streets and landmarks that all licensed London cabbies must learn — can assuage the bitterness of his fatherhood denied. Though he will later come to regret it, Dave compiles his grievances against Michelle during a drug-fueled psychotic breakdown. He types up an assortment of rants, delusional prejudices and a recitation of the Knowledge into a long tirade, a 'book of Dave,' which he buries in the backyard of his ex-wife's Hampstead house. Alternating with these chapters is a narrative that unfolds hundreds of years later, after a great flood has turned London and its environs into an archipelago. The most vital relic from the antediluvian world is the 'Book of Dave,' exhumed long ago from its Hampstead hiding place and worshipped as a bible by a new civilization, with Dave as its god. On its farthermost island, called Ham, residents live a primitive agrarian life, governed by a tyrannical theocracy and organized around their deity's now-sacred preoccupations: 21st-century cabbie lore and child-custody laws. They speak a Cockney-like dialect in which 'Hello' becomes 'Ware2, guv,' evil is 'chellish' (after Michelle), priests are 'Drivers' and souls are 'fares.' In daily prayers, the Hamsters thank Dave fervently for picking them up and beg him not to drop them off, chanting the names of extinct London streets from obsolete cab-driving routes. Men must live separately from women, who are routinely abused and forced to do most of the work. Children are required to observe Changeover, spending half the week with their mums and half with dads, who delegate childcare duties to 'opares,' or unmarried girls. Anyone who dares to flout these edicts risks being remanded to the capital for a gaudy public trial followed by agonizing punishments. No actual taxis exist in this post-technological realm; in fact, there are no wheels except in the far-off capital, which boasts a huge, Inquisition-like wheel of torture used to punish heretics. As a futuristic fantasy, Ham looks a lot more like the Hundred Acre Wood than 'Blade Runner.' It's a hushed nursery dreamscape of fairy-tale forests, stern father figures and giant hairy affectionate beasts called motos, who speak toddler-talk in a 'slushy lisp' and do not, as anyone familiar with Self's graphic imagination can be assured, come to a pretty end. The contrast between Ham's crude culture and Dave's modern London, with its millions of cellphones triggering 'the neuralgia of ceaseless communication,' is part of the book's larger point about history's circularity. With ingenious symmetry, Self's alternating chapters show how shakily new civilizations are built atop the bones and ghosts of the past, never really progressing, each caught up in its own 'centrifugal strivings.' Yet each era calls out to others, throwing out hints of its existence that are only dimly apprehended. Stuck in traffic, Dave daydreams about a great flood; stuck on their island, the Hamsters covet inscrutable plastic shards stamped 'Made in China.' The symmetry extends to individuals as well as centuries. Dave wanders through London yearning to reclaim his son, Carl, eventually finding a paternal role where he never expected it; while in the future a young boy, also named Carl, searches the same altered territory for a lost father and finds satisfaction in equally surprising ways. These wistful time-echoes are much more stirring than Self's illustrations of the dangers of fundamentalist faith. His construction of a worst-case vision of religious repression out of the ravings of a floundering secular shlub is the same kind of jokey premise he beat to death in his earlier books, devolving into an empty pageant of caricature. What's most memorable here is not the panoramic vistas of these two dispiriting worlds, but their characters' brief moments of kindness, resonant as heartbeats under the shifting debris. Donna Rifkind reviews fiction frequently for The Washington Post Book World." Reviewed by Donna Rifkind, Washington Post Book World (Copyright 2006 Washington Post Book World Service/Washington Post Writers Group)
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"Self achieves an elaborate vision of vicious superstition and hopeless struggle." New Yorker
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"[Y]ou will marvel at the ingenuity of this highly literate, superbly written satire of what societies deem sacred." Library Journal
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"[B]y turns acrid, funny and perversely moving." Kirkus Reviews
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"Though his prose can be undisciplined, Self's energy and ideas pick up the slack and make this a remarkably sharp book about the many ways people can go terribly wrong." Seattle Times
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"You're left with the intoxication of Self's wordplay and the clarity of his visions." Los Angeles Times
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"He wields language with the blazing precision and confident brio of a Jedi knight slashing through darkness." Mineapolis Star Tribune
Synopsis:
Five centuries after Dave Rudman wrote a gripping text--part memoir, part deranged philosophical treatise, and part handbook meant for his son when he came of age--it is discovered by the inhabitants on the island of Ham, where it becomes a sacred text of biblical proportion, and its author is revered as a mighty prophet.
Will Self is the acclaimed author of such books as The Quantity Theory of Insanity, Great Apes, and How the Dead Live. He won the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize and was shortlisted for the Whitbread Book of the Year. Will Self lives in London.
"Review"
by New Yorker,
"Self achieves an elaborate vision of vicious superstition and hopeless struggle."
"Review"
by Library Journal,
"[Y]ou will marvel at the ingenuity of this highly literate, superbly written satire of what societies deem sacred."
"Review"
by Kirkus Reviews,
"[B]y turns acrid, funny and perversely moving."
"Review"
by Seattle Times,
"Though his prose can be undisciplined, Self's energy and ideas pick up the slack and make this a remarkably sharp book about the many ways people can go terribly wrong."
"Review"
by Los Angeles Times,
"You're left with the intoxication of Self's wordplay and the clarity of his visions."
"Review"
by Mineapolis Star Tribune,
"He wields language with the blazing precision and confident brio of a Jedi knight slashing through darkness."
"Synopsis"
by Libri,
Five centuries after Dave Rudman wrote a gripping text--part memoir, part deranged philosophical treatise, and part handbook meant for his son when he came of age--it is discovered by the inhabitants on the island of Ham, where it becomes a sacred text of biblical proportion, and its author is revered as a mighty prophet.
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