Meet Oskar Schell, an inventor, Francophile, tambourine player, Shakespearean actor, jeweler, and pacifist. He is nine years old. And he is on an urgent, secret search through the five boroughs of New York. His mission is to find the lock that fits a mysterious key belonging to his father, who died in the World Trade Center on 9/11.
“ INVENTOR, JEWELRY DESIGNER,JEWELRY FABRICATOR, AMATEUR ENTOMOLOGIST, FRANCOPHILE, VEGAN, ORIGAMIST, PACIFIST, PERCUSSIONIST…”
Oskar is nine years old and he is on a quest. While combing through his father’s belongings, he finds an odd-shaped key, that does not fit anything in their apartment. The boy believes this key holds important answers. Two years earlier, his father, who the boy worshiped, perished in the WTC collapse, leaving Oskar sad and confused.
The boy begins searching the five boroughs of NY, armed with the key and the single word “Black”. Along the way he meets many colorful characters, some despondent, others content and helpful.
The story, vividly written, is a perfect blend of humor and pathos, with the inclusion of drawings, photographs and charts to accelerate the narrative along. This is my first book by Foer and I am an instant fan. Highly recommended.
The annotation on the jacket tells us Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is a story centered around the World Trade Center attack. While not strictly untrue, the story goes much deeper than that. This is a story of belonging, a story of coming to grips with who we are, coming to grips with the forces that shape us, coming to grips with the things we keep locked up inside us, how the present mirrors the past, and how, ultimately, we are all connected to one another.
These themes are brought to us through other central characters woven into this story. We meet Oscar’s Grandmother and Grandfather, each eccentric in their own way, and learn that their lives were shaped by the tragedy of what happened to Dresden during the Second World War. We see the destruction through their eyes and feel their loss of family and friends. This is mirrored through Oscar’s eyes as we see the destruction and loss of his family through the eyes of a young boy. There are other equally captivating characters throughout the entire narrative, each with their own unique story to tell us.
If this were just a story filled with death and destruction, it would appeal to only a limited audience and would not have captured the attention of as many people as it has. The heavy mood of all this inhumanity is balanced by Oscar meeting and befriending people during his travels, touching their lives in ways he can’t imagine, and helping them in their journey to being who they are. In turn each of these people help Oscar along as well. We are also shown how love endures after death and how those departed can still touch the lives of those left behind in a positive way.
The writing is clear and concise. Each word seems carefully chosen. The characters are all finely crafted, like one of the Grandfather’s sculptures, and the dialog is very believable. Soliloquies in many other works are nothing more than boring footnotes. Here, they help bring the true story to the surface and each character’s reminiscences essential to advancing our understanding of the full story. While certainly not a lighthearted feel good story, the ending brings full closure to all the characters and to the reader’s experience.
Not for the squeamish as some of the destruction sequences are accurately portrayed, yet it does not go over the top with the details either. There is a grand cast of eccentric and true-to-life characters waiting for you here if you enjoy character driven stories. If you are looking for an explanation of man’s inhumanity to man, you won’t find it here, but you will find reason enough to keep going and hope that life will be bearable.
how I planned to describe my feelings about this book. To me it read like a book
that was written to take advantage of certain book trends. There are many people
who seek out books on 9/11 for instance.
There are also a huge number of books written about children with Asperger's and
OCD or other things that make them stand out. I am not sure if Oskar was meant to
be special only in his precociousness, or if it was a mental illness that made him
so different from most other children, but I feel that was another bandwagon on which
the author was trying to find space. He certainly is different from other children his
age. To me, so different as to be unbelievable.
It was also unbelievable to me that he was allowed to wander New York on his own
or with strangers. As a mom, it just did not ring true, no matter how smart he was
meant to be. What educated parent, especially one who just lost a spouse, would allow
that at his age? Certainly this was not meant to be a fantasy? Although now that I give it
some thought, there was enough fantastical content to tip it slightly in that direction.
I am irritated that I fell victim to the hype and the well constructed movie trailers
that made reading this seem like a good idea. It had no flow, a disjointed story and
a very unrealistic thread running through it in my opinion.
NOT recommended at all.
People say the book is well written. But when the writing is good, it is always necessary to say what purpose it serves. The most stupefyingly miasmic adventitious emotional crises are propped up, electrified, by Foer’s tack-sharp cleverness: but why do that? Why not write standard Romantic prose? The book is like an emotional Frankenstein, a nineteenth-century romance novel brought to life with McSweeney’s style wit and dispatch, who can only sit around and blubber.
The book is a swill of perfumed emotions. It is elaborately artificial and yet gluely emotional: as if the exotic perfumes of Huysmans were to meet the kitschy sentimentality of O Henry. What kind of people feel emotion this way? What kind of reader thinks that real, powerful emotion comes in 300-word bursts, repeated 300 times in the course of a novel? What kind of person is always so close to tears that they are moved by this kind of writing? It’s frightening, really, that there are people for whom this is a persuasive account of our emotional lives.
Result: It happened what usually happens in these cases: disappointment.
The story: Oskar, a nine year-old Jewish boy who lives in New York and whose father was killed on September 11th, 2001. After finding a hidden key in his father's closet, he is determined to find the lock which can be opened with that key, meeting all kind of different people on the way.
My opinion: The story had potential (as the movie trailer), it seemed an imaginative and even magical story, one of those who leaves you in a estate between emotional and wishful, one of those stories which makes you remember of your childhood days and leaves a permanent stupid smile on your face.
It seemed to start that way, but as the story moved forward, I started to dislike the kid. He seemed a bit obnoxious, a know-it-all, even a bit impertinent and difficult to sympathise with.
The fact that there's also the story of Oskar's grandparents (and a strange story if I may say so) told by his autistic disappeared grandpa didn't help to keep me hooked, the main subject became blurred and unfocused and I ended up wanting to finish as soon as possible in order to start another book, one of the worst things, in my opinion, which can happen while reading a novel.
So, as much as I regret it, I wouldn't recommend this novel, even though I won't deny it's told in an original kind of way and that it might appeal to those with a more artistic soul than mine.
Either I might be getting older or I just like classic and plain direct stories without too many distracting ornaments which lead you to a predictable ending, but I can't say I enjoyed this novel as much as I expected.
Interspersed is the story of Oskar’s grandfather, a survivor of the Dresden bombings who lost all that he loved that day and who hasn’t spoken since, who deserted his wife before Oskar’s father was born. The two stories become intertwined in interesting ways to lead to healing and understanding for both of them.
This book is simply wonderful. Oskar is a gem of a character, and I fell in love with him from the first page. Mixed into his musings and adventures are pictures of the things he thinks about (especially a man falling from the towers) and letters he receives back from the people he writes, as well as entries from the book his grandfather uses to communicate with people and letters he’s written his son (Oskar’s father) throughout the last 40 years but has never mailed. The format can be a bit confusing but also intriguing, and in that respect it reminded me of "The Book Thief", another fabulous read. (One note about reading on the Kindle: be sure you have decent eyes before you do this, because the print in some of the diary entries is not enlargeable and it is smaller than the smallest Kindle font.) Very highly recommended.
Connecting this book to a curriculum would not be too difficult, but might be met with some resistance. There is some profanity used and some sexual situations, although not overly graphic. It could be used in a high school English course in the context of recent history.
Treatment of 9/11 and the Dresden bombing:
Foer had come under fire from a few irate reviewers because he "dared" to write about the 9/11 tragedy.
I thought that Foer's treatment of 9/11 seemed appropriate within the context of the book. He did not sensationalize it, he did not demonize the attackers, he did not dwell repeatedly and extensively on the grisly details. However asking him, as a New Yorker, not to write about 9/11 would be like asking someone to ignore the 800 pound gorilla in the living room.
While 9/11 would be in most people's lexicon and references to it are enough, Dresden (more than sixty years ago) no longer is. I can understand his need to explain and illustrate (verbally) the events, especially in the context of the grandfather's extreme reaction to them.
I found most of the characters to be drawn well, and Oskar to be quite believable. The characters I had the greatest difficulty with were the grandparents, and I would have been inclined to have dismissed them as fancies of Oskar, were it not for the fact that they told their own stories independently, corroborating each other.
The graphic elements:
Firstly, I think the general reaction to them seemed too extreme. I don't think that they signal the demise of the book as we know it, nor do I think they are an indicator of all that ails society or the youth of today etc. The furore over e.e. cummings' antics proved needless - occasionally a poet will use an isolated instance of his typographic pyrotechnics for a particular purpose i.e. it has found its niche, and appropriately so.
I think Foer is demonstrating that our current concept of novel could bear expansion; his was an extreme, over the top sample but, given his particular subject matter, appropriate. While not every novel does this, the idea of representing a business card centered (and at times even outlined) within the text of the page, or perhaps a plaque or sign in larger type, have existed for years. Certainly letters and diary entries are represented appropriately with right-justified addresses, dated headings and the like. This is taking the same concept to the next level (sorry, several levels). Foer is not just telling us (the pen testing, the images, the grandfather's notebooks etc) but *showing* us.
In this particular novel, I kept imagining the main text to be in a journal kept by Oskar, perhaps even written in his hand, with the sheets, pictures, letters, pages from other notebooks to be pasted into that journal. Overall for me it added to the poignancy.
Would I wish every novel to be this way? Certainly not! But then again, I don't consider that to be a serious likelihood.
Poignancy is a recurring word for me when I think about the novel. The strongest theme for me is that of loss, in so many different ways. Oskar's loss was brought about by 9/11, but really it might have been in any of a number of different circumstances. And the people around him, along with the people he meets on his quest, demonstrate that point - loss occurs all around us for all sorts of reasons, affecting us in many different ways.
The accompanying theme that is frequently overlooked though is the one of healing and recovery; there are as many different ways of recovery as there are loss, and everyone is in a different stage of the healing process.
Overall I think the story was handled well with only occasional heavy-handedness, we were made to care about Oskar although less successfully about his grandparents, the tone during Oskar's narrative remained consistent and believable without descending into syrup, and suspense was created on several different levels: Oskar's quest; the grandparents' story; Oskar's emotional state to name but a few. I personally found the grandparents' story the weakest part of the novel, and the one where the peculiarities seemed the most far-fetched.
I don't think I can bring myself to quite assign it four stars; three and a half will do.
Good things about this book – I liked the character of Oskar. Childish, naive, funny and strangely endearing; he is all of these things. I also liked the premise of the book – a boy on a journey to come to terms with losing his much-beloved father finally learns how to live on after Dad is gone. There is also a brilliant example of a story made up by Oskar’s father about a mythical sixth borough of New York which shows a tantalising glimpse of Jonathan Safran Foer’s imagination.
Unfortunately, the negative points by far outweigh the positives. There is no reason for Thomas Schell to have been killed on 9/11. If Foer insists on incorporating this plot point, then much more should be made of the “New Yorkness” of the story; most of it could have happened in any large American city, and it felt a bit like the inclusion of Thomas’ manner of death was a cynical attempt to garner readers by saying “This book is about 9/11”, when the truth is that this book is about grief and reconciliation, and a small boy with a very big imagination. Similarly, the sections about Dresden felt like they were there purely to add “World War II” to the list of references. This book really isn’t about 9/11 or Dresden – you will be disappointed if you believe that it is.
I’m usually a fan of a multiple-perspective story told by multiple characters. Unfortunately, in this instance, it was confusing and felt rather unnecessary. One of the main reasons that I didn’t like this book was that I felt stupid for the many, many times that I lost track of whose voice I was reading.
The plot is meandering and not tied up neatly at the end. The characters are mostly quite flat and not terribly convincing. I think this book has well and truly put me off Jonathan Safran Foer as an author, although something in me wants to believe that he would write wonderful picture books for children if only he could stop writing tedious, over-complicated novels like this one.
In the days and weeks following 9/11, I remember reading every article about what was happening in NYC. But eventually, all those sad stories - families torn apart, people putting up posters looking for someone, people holding hands as they jumped out of the WTC - would make me cry and I had to stop. This book made me relive some of the horror and sadness of those days. But while I was listening, I found the process cathartic. Did I cry? Buckets -but I also laughed and I absolutely loved this book. Extremely well done and Incredibly moving - 5 stars.
Oskar, a nine-year-old boy dealing with the aftermath of losing his father during the attacks on 9/11, finds a key in a vase in his father’s closet, and sets out on the seemingly impossible task of discovering the lock that it belongs to; he meets an array of incredible people, and hears a number of stories on the subject of grief and life while he is about it, which is my favourite aspect of the book. Less easy to bear is the tandem story of his paternal grandfather, told in a series of letters to his son on whom he walked out before he was born, and the corresponding writings of Oskar’s grandmother; theirs is a tale of loss, grief, fear, love, secrets.
Given the many, many ways in which this book is heartbreaking, it’s hard to articulate what makes it wonderful – maybe it’s just Oskar’s search, sharing the realisation that we all keep looking for something when we know it is lost, it’s a shared human trait. Maybe it’s the writing, but I don’t want to talk about how well written and clever it is, I want to explain that I loved it, even though sad books (or books with sad themes) generally either make me angry (gratuitously sprung emotional response makes me feel cheap) or just glad to put it down and not be invested in it anymore. I loved it because Oksar’s father was just as alive/dead to me as he was to Oskar, and because of ‘that made me feel like the turtle that everything else in the universe was on top of.” And because the author employed visual formatting that worked instead of making me want to demand 15% of the cover price back or a revised edition with proper text in, the way most pictorial/non-straight-blocked writing digressions do.
And because of ‘the mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.’
The storis themselves are not about the key or what it means, the story is that Oskar is desperately trying to find meaning when something he loves is violently ripped away. It's the story of learning how to let go, learning how to grieve, and, above all, learning how to live. The writing style for Oskar is stream of consciousness, we're in this story, then we're remembering some other time, then we're thinking about something that could happen in the future, it feels very realistic for a 9-year-old. The intertwining story oh Oskar's grandparents are less easy to dissect, you're never really sure who is talking and when, but that is the point in the long run. The story of grieving through the tragedy of 9/11 was particularly resonant, unabashedly confronting the very human face behind it. Overall, this was an incredibly satisfying read and highly recommended.
There were so many times when simultaneously I felt like both laughing and crying; terribly sad and hilarious too. It’s an interesting combination.
This is the story of a young boy, Oskar Schell, who’s trying to find ways to deal with his feelings of grief and confusion after his father dies in the World Trade Center on 9/11. The story achieves that sense of palpable loss and it strikes no false notes, and also the related feelings of no safety, of needing to try to make everything safe.
Oskar is a highly unusual child. I ached for this fatherless boy and laughed at his perspicacity and his ways of coping.
I really liked the included pictures and photographs and they didn’t feel at all like gimmicks to me, although I suppose they were, but they added immeasurably to the story. (I admit I turned the final pages right side up from their upside down format.)
I think this is a brilliant examination of the human condition, of loss and guilt, of war and violence, of families, of damaged human beings trying to figure out how to find meaning in life and how to live.
I liked the parts with the boy Oskar the best, but all the family background and history filled out this story in a very satisfying way. I wasn’t completely happy with the end, but for me it’s a 5 star book all the way. It touched me deeply and, despite the dark subject, was a thoroughly enjoyable book to read. I smiled and chuckled during much of my time reading it. That was a surprise to me, given the potentially grim story and sub-stories.
Oh, and I almost forgot to say: It's beautifully written too!
EDITED TO ADD: Oh, I can't believe I didn't include the information that the young boy main protagonist is a vegan, or nearly vegan/"veganish" anyway. It's unusual in novels to have vegan characters and I was thrilled that Oskar identifies as a vegan.
A must read.
-I loved Oskar's journey to find the lock that matches the key to bring himself closer to his father.
-The interaction between Oskar and his father, in Oskar's memories, was heartwarming to me.
-Oskar is unique and smart for his age but there are still times where you can see his naivety reminding us that he is just a boy.
-The photos were a little distracting from the story. For me I liked imagining some of the images in my mind as I read, I didn't really need to see them on the pages.
-At certain parts of the book I was confused as to whose point of view I was reading. (As I read more in the book it became clearer and easier to understand)
-I found myself much more interested in Oskar's journey than the backstory about his grandparents. I felt more connected to Oskar.
I would recommend this book to friends and family. This book just seems like something to especially share with family.