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Fiction. Literature. HTML: Called "remarkable" (The Wall Street Journal) and "an ambitious, colossal debut novel" (Publishers Weekly), Helen DeWitt's The Last Samurai is back in print at last Helen DeWitt's 2000 debut, The Last Samurai, was "destined to become a cult classic" (Miramax). The enterprising publisher sold the rights in twenty countries, so "Why not just, 'destined to become a classic?'" (Garth Risk Hallberg) And why must cultists tell the uninitiated it has nothing to do with Tom Cruise? Sibylla, an American-at-Oxford turned loose on London, finds herself trapped as a single mother after a misguided one-night stand. High-minded principles of child-rearing work disastrously well. J. S. Mill (taught Greek at three) and Yo Yo Ma (Bach at two) claimed the methods would work with any child; when these succeed with the boy Ludo, he causes havoc at school and is home again in a month. (Is he a prodigy, a genius? Readers looking over Ludo's shoulder find themselves easily reading Greek and more.) Lacking male role models for a fatherless boy, Sibylla turns to endless replays of Kurosawa's masterpiece Seven Samurai. But Ludo is obsessed with the one thing he wants and doesn't know: his father's name. At eleven, inspired by his own take on the classic film, he sets out on a secret quest for the father he never knew. He'll be punched, sliced, and threatened with retribution. He may not live to see twelve. Or he may find a real samurai and save a mother who thinks boredom a fate worse than death..… (more)
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It's about what makes a worthwhile life or a life worth living.
And it's about the value of granting an individual autonomy over his/her own existence and what, if
And it's about what it means to look for your father, and who is a father, and what is it to have a father.
And it's about brilliance and the limitations of brilliance.
I love this book beyond all reason.
As the novel moves along we see Ludo as well as a young teenager--searching through his mothers papers he discovers his fathers identity. He tracks him down but is disappointed by the man he finds. He beings a new search for a surrogate father. An adventurer, an artist, a Nobel prize winning scientist, an aristocratic gambler etc. He follows them back to their homes claiming to be a son from a past romantic affair. It doesn't always convince and he finds all his prospects to be in some way or another fatally flawed. His last candidate as it happens is already predetermined on a course of suicide. Our young prodigy is more or less left at this point to determine his own course through life.
To conceptualize is one thing--to bring about that conception is another. What makes this book remarkable is that Dewitt dreams big and has the talent and the will to realize it. For me it's a remarkable book from beginning to end. And it's a challenging one in many respects as Dewitt makes clear right from the beginning that human beings are capable of much more than they think--that perhaps too many of us set our sights too low throughout their lives. 3 year old Ludo does not think that knowing Greek or working on Japanese alphabetical characters is a big deal. It may astound all the grownups he runs into but if a 3 year old can do it why can't anybody? And it's something I find true. I can't speak Spanish but I can read it at least somewhat (I'm horribly out of practice right now though) because of a project I gave myself several years ago. Anyway Dewitt has a very finely tuned ear for conversation, inner conversation as well and a very subtle sense for the comedic turn. The prose seems to flow effortlessy and there are no real gaps or inconsistencies in her story. It's an enjoyable read--and certainly recommended by this reviewer.
The story, basically, is that of a woman trying to raise her intelligent son without a father, and then
Really, though, the book is much more than that. The style is dizzyingly interesting at points, and varies over the course of the book. I didn't like some of it in the earlier parts, particularly with the pacing and interruption of narrative flow, but once it gets going, it's great. The plot is driving, and the working of the themes of interpersonal connectedness, finding the ones most meant for you, and the nature of intelligence are thought-provoking and artistically superb. Structurally, it's very interesting as well, with threads coming in and going out at unexpected points sometimes. It builds very nicely.
I thoroughly enjoyed this, and believe it to really be a great work of fiction. I just have to try to get more people to read it.
I think where it really excels is in characterization and in short set-piece storytelling, and most of all in the intersection of those two. The various juvenile-adventure-style tales she tells to introduce and flesh out Ludo's surrogate-father candidates are just wonderful; they work both as character sketches and as adventures and are sad and hopeful and beautiful and true. And the way she skates right on the edge of suspension of disbelief when it comes to drawing out Ludo's character is impressive too. Somehow she manages to make him believable as both an intellectual prodigy and a moral and experiential adolescent, and his constant confused and fumbling attempts to apply the rules of one sphere to the other are touching and ring true to anyone who read dictionaries and did math well before they figured out how to deal with other people.In that vein, it also has a real moral center and moral sense, even if a rather stoic and resigned one. The evolution of Ludo's relationship with his mother(also a well-drawn and unique character and mind), to the point where he's the one who has the capacity to care for her in the end, is well done. Maybe a little cliched in this day and age, but I didn't mind that at all, and perhaps the contrast even works in its favor.
So, yeah, this has lots of pieces that aren't particularly amazing on their own, but combined in an artful and unusual way. It takes lots of the best tricks and elements of postmodern writing and combines them with older-fashioned bildungsroman-y notions of character and moral development and sense of childhood wonder and adventure. It combines a lot of themes, styles, references, and so on that I'm a sucker for, but without pandering or playing connect-the-dots. A masterful job of self-confident-but-not-arrogant authorial restraint and range and imagination.
The book is about Sybilla, an American single mother eking out an existence in London as a transscriber of old magazines while at the same time trying to deal with having a miraculously smart child, Ludo. Since Ludo lacks a father, she raises him on countless viewings of Akira Kurosawa's masterwork "The Seven Samurai", as well as spending her little income on buying second-hand books on languages, physics, astronomy and other subjects. Ludo masters all these things at a shockingly young age; so much so in fact that his short attempt to attend an actual school is a dismal failure. As he grows up though, Ludo wants to find out who his father is, hoping to find a rolemodel in him as well as a support for his often despondent and potentially suicidal mother, for whom "boredom is a fate worse than death".
The book traces Ludo's quest for his father and the various odd and over the top characters that he considers, while at the same time describing the intense bond between a single mother and her son. De Witt's writing is highly inventive and original and makes maximal use of page layout and changes in pace and style, without this becoming a gimmick like it does with Danielewski. Although the mother Sybilla is unabashedly based on herself, the way De Witt captures the mind of the strong-willed wunderkind is definitely the best characterization in the book, and this alone makes it worth reading. Add to that the solid structure of the book (I don't understand why some reviewers found this meandering, when it's more compact and structured than most famous 19th century novels put together), the inspiring erudition of the various interludes on linguistics, foreign lands, physics, astronomy, and Kurosawa, and finally the unpredictability and novelty of the book as a whole, and you have a definite masterpiece. If it is true that a writer's first book is usually one of their weaker ones, then we have a enormous talent in Helen De Witt.
I have mentioned my obsession with whizkids many times before, although now that I think of it, it was never on this
I want to make one thing clear in case you were wondering: the title coincides with the title of a known Hollywood movie with Tom Cruise in it. That is just an unfortunate accident . The book in fact takes its title from another movie: Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai. The relationship between Seven Samurai and this book is not so straightforward as the back cover would have you believe. Yes, there is the obvious plot connection: Sibylla, Ludo’s mother is worried about her son growing up without a role model since his father is ignorant about his existence, so she decides to play the movie every day for him in order to give him not one but 8 male role models: the seven samurai and Kurosawa himself! But the relationship between book and movie is much more complex than that. There are beliefs and ideologies embedded in the movie that have become part of who Ludo is. There are life lessons to be had from it. There are languages to be learned. There are words of wisdom to be memorized and repeated. There are fictional characters that become real friends. The complexities of the parallel that DeWitt is trying to draw between the two is mostly up to the reader to figure out. I don’t want to say anything more because I don't want to spoil this wonderful novels for anyone. Suffice to say, The Last Samurai ties with I Know This Much Is True for my top reads of 2009. Go read it.
A heart-breaking and humorous read about identity. "Gnothai seauton" (know thyself) through the eyes of an eleven
At first I thought it was the book that the Tom Cruise movie was based on, so I didn't read it because I thought the movie was stupid.
And then I read the synopsis, that says it's about a single mother raising a son who ends up searching for his father, and I thought well, THAT story
BUT it was recommended in a discussion of women writers who are similar to Neal Stephenson, so I thought I would try it out and it is AWESOME.
I like the sense it has that the author is going to tell the story in the way SHE thinks is interesting, and is not going to slow down and wait for people to catch up who can't even read the Greek alphabet for godsake.
The book is written in an unusual style. The first part is mainly from Sibylla's point of view and it is almost stream-of-consciousness. Apparently, the author has no need for quotation marks to set off dialog. Further along, Ludo's voice is heard more and more until the book is entirely from his point of view and Sibylla becomes less and less involved. It was a bit difficult to get used to this style at first, but afterwards it was very quick-moving and pleasant.
I think the book conveys the real pleasure of learning things. When Sibylla and Ludo are discussing languages or comparing their grammars, the detail is very satisfying. One can be amazed that, not only do the terms for such things exist, but that people know and use them to talk about language. The mathematics and science is weaker, more superficial (such as the references to "learning the periodic table" and recitations of the properties of the elements--atomic number, stable isotopes, boiling point--instead of any actual chemistry) presumably due to the author's own lack of familiarity. At one point there is an error when a minor character is described as sharing a Nobel Prize for Physics with three others; as far as I know, a maximum of three people may share a Prize in any field. However, this is not important to the story and most readers would never notice.
Highly recommended for those who like a good story with interesting characters and who do not mind something a little different.
—Sven Birkerts
Or another fantasy... exceedingly long dinner with Helen DeWitt, Jonathan Safran Foer, J.K. Rowling, and Haruki
This debut novel is edifying on many levels and darkly hilarious.
I am hoping tonight at book club I will learn that maybe I just missed some huge clever turn in story.
Hands down this is one of the best novels I have read in several years. Helen DeWitt has written a tour de force, a brilliant, funny, sometimes tragic tale about a single mother and her precocious young son, Ludo, whom she also endearingly calls The Phenomenon.
The
Sybill often comments on Ludo’s facile mind and her view of education:
“there was no shame in ignorance but in the refusal to learn.”
“He [Ludo] is capable of logical thought…it makes him appear exceptionally intelligent. The fact is that most people are illogical out of habit rather than stupidity; they could probably be rational quite easily if they were properly taught.”
Frustrated by her own life journey: “how cruel that we must wake each time to answer to the same name, revive the same memories, take up the same habits and stupidities that we shouldered the day before and lay down to sleep”; she often lets Ludo explore the city by himself believing that experience and instilled confidence are important aspects of education.
Sybill, obsessed with the Kurosawa film, Seven Samurai, continuously watches the film with Ludo, hoping he will find ideal male role models amongst the depicted samurai fighters.
Ludo continuously inquires as to “who is my father” to which his mom does not reply yet he eventually finds a hidden envelope marked “not to be opened until my death” and discovers that his father was a travel writer. Not knowing his name Ludo takes off on a crash course reading of travel writers imagining that Thor Hyderthol or Bruce Chatwin might be the man he is looking for.
Ludo finally discovers his father is Val Peters, a travel writer of mediocre talent whom he visits one day under the guise of collecting for charity. Invited in they have a brief yet moving encounter about books, languages, education, Ludo leaving with 2 autographed books but choosing not to inform him that he is his son.
Ludo concludes that he will hunt out his own father, he’ll pick one who lives up to the standards of a samurai, one who demonstrates courage, guile, compassion and humanity. A series of men are chosen each with an unusual backstory: an Oxford trained linguist who searches the globe for distinct forgotten dialects; a Nobel Award winning astronomer with a TV show on which is a boy, a mathematical savant, he discovered in the Amazon jungles; a world famous painter who made his mark diving in a bathysphere so he might discover and then depict the genuine blue colors of the deep sea; a professional gambler, bridge player and
bon vivant whose game skills sees right through Ludo’s ruse.
Indeed all unusual men:
“People who generalize about people are dismissed as superficial. It’s only when you’ve known large numbers of people that you can spot the unusual ones-when you look at each one as if you’d never seen one before, they all look alike”.
Ludo’s search for the hero father figure appears in a section of the book entitled. “A Good Samurai Will Parry the Blow”. As Ludo approaches each famous man he steels himself by repeating a line form the Kurosawa movie, “I drew my bamboo sword and raised it, I drew it back in a sweeping motion…” summoning the courage to say the line “I am your son”. Curiously most of the men believe him, each one having had a tryst encounter, a memorable night, an affair which could have easily produced a son. Due to their own wishes to have a son and Ludo’s unusual level of intelligence and cleverness they believe it is so. Astonished, Ludo then has to convince each man that indeed they are not his biological father.
Near the end of the book he encounters a famous journalist who after years of captivity and torture has safely returned to England On the cusp of taking his life, Ludo engages him in discussion about Sybill’s struggles with suicidal thoughts, with The Samaritans a group that helps people in distress. Red Devlin though is haunted with trauma wishing that “the world would be quite a pretty place if the only people tormented by atrocities were those who committed them”.
If I could, I would give The Last Samurai 6 stars! One of the best novels I have ever read. A book about a genius created by a brilliant, witty writer. A book spewing imagination, intelligence, humor and tragedy.
In DeWitt’s own words, her Afterword, she asserts that perhaps Ludo was not a genius, “that like JS Mill thought that he had no special aptitude or intelligence, only the advantage of an unusual education; we still don’t know whether he was unduly modest.”
She wrote a story about a fatherless boy, a clever little guy whose mother exposed him to dozens of languages and books on mathematics, physics and the humanities. She writes, “its much harder to imagine what one might have been with better chances, greater challenges. Since there is no age at which the opportunities offered Ludo are the norm, we don’t know whether he was a genius or not-only that he is an oddity in a society with very low expectations.”