The Pregnant Widow [Hardcover]

 

 

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Let me first say that I am a Martin Amis fan from way back. I have read - and I own - every book he has written (assuming, of course, that the ever-elusive Invasion of the Space Invaders does not really exist), and my wife gets tired of the War against Cliché I insist stays on the dresser no matter what. You get the idea. Now.

Plot
As usual, plot is not really a Martin Amis concern. What we get here is a camera focusing its hard stare on a cloistered (I think that word unusually apt) set of young people spending a hot 1970s summer in a castle in Italy. Wikipedia has the following to say about his 1975 book Dead Babies: " [the novel] has a typically "sixties" plot, with a house full of characters who use various substances.". Here, by contrast, we get a castle full of characters who "use" and/or think about sex. They use and/or think about sex for, oh, I'd say a good 350 of the 460 pages. The remainder of the book relates what happens later to various characters - particularly what happens to the main protagonist Keith. Plotwise, the extended castle introversion is, in my opinion, just no good. It is just flimsy scaffolding for Amis's language, and a very long setup for the final bit which does have a plot that truly engages. Martin Amis has indicated that to know the man - the life - will not affect the art, but here he works hard to dispel this notion. If you know something about his background, and more particularly about the fate of his sister Sally, then the veil between art and life, in the final 100 pages, seems but a mere ripple. This makes the final part of the book intensely sad - I'd go so far as to say that its pathos actually salvages the work.

Theme
You don't buy a Martin Amis novel for plot but for style and theme. The theme here is, purportedly, the flip side of the sexual revolution - what it did to women who used their new-found freedom to act as men, even though only very few women truly wanted to be "cocks" as one of the characters in the book has it. Such a theme demands a long hard look at sex, and a long hard look we get. Now, he has himself written about the perils of writing about sex (it being a matter of trying to pilot between a Scylla of schlock and a Charybdis of pornography - and usually failing). His chosen method seems to be to be as candid as a Philip Roth but to avert his gaze in the last instant. Even so, I argue that it occasionally bumps into both Scylla and Charybdis, and I further ungenerously suggest that 100 pages could be cut from the castle chunk of text with no appreciable loss to the reader.

Style
Martin is Mr. or even Dr. Style. Flashes of brilliance are almost unavoidable, and yes, his language in the Pregnant Widow will sometimes dazzle the reader - when it is good, it is really good. I can't really corroborate this (too lazy), but it seems to me that there is more dialogue per text mass than in any previous book. True or not, I submit that stylistic dazzle is not part of that dialogue, and, hence, that stylistic dazzle is in rather spartan supply when compared to the rest of his corpus.

A while back I read Neil Powell's sort of biographical "Amis & Son: Two Literary Generations", and Powell did me a major disservice when he offhandedly alerted me to an Amis stylistic tick. Once noticed, it is hard to ignore, and for this reader it has spoiled much of the book currently under review. The tick is this: in-paragraph repetition. It is absolutely everywhere.

Sometimes in individual sentences:

"After Lily, post-Lily, the new rules of engagement..."

Sometimes more extended:

"The Me Decade wasn't called the Me Decade until 1976 [...] they could be pretty sure that the 1970s was going to be a me decade. This was because all decades were now me decades"

And sometimes he manages to interweave two such repetitions:

"It was all being arranged, history was arranging it - just for Keith. Or so he felt. It was all being done with Keith in mind."

For the old Amis hand, other ticks stand out here too. A specialist's interest in physiological abnormality is something we have come to expect. Massive arse, massive bust, small and/or dysfunctional penis - we have seen it all before. And don't get me started on height. It would seem Amis has given this matter a great deal of thought to put it mildly. Here we get 4'10" Adriano as the midget jester (about the same height as "Keith" back in Dead Babies, methinks), whose diminutive status is much discussed and mocked (What is it with the name "Keith", by the way? Its singular allure to Amis is clear given the number of books in which a major character is so named, but as a reader my patience with Keiths is wearing thin).

His father complained that he was wont to "bugger" with the reader, and this book is no exception. In Brideshead Revisited, Waugh wrote (of a discussion) that " it circled and swooped like a gull, now out to sea, now right on the patch where the offal floated." It might have been about the Amisese mode of narration. We get "the present"; we get "the past", and we get a third person perspective which is sometimes interrupted by an omniscient and smug authorial voice (on occasion rudely butting in to get its say). For me, this omniscient voice is little more than a ploy to inject energy when it, say, indicates that a character certainly needs his wit about him as things are about to get worse. This intrusive mode of narration used to feel much fresher in earlier books.

To read or not to read?
Should you buy it? That depends. I bought it, I read it, and I will buy his next novel too. There is a danger, I think, that his huge stylistic ability will eventually become such a bloated gravity well that it will fall in on itself. Whenever he has something substantial to pin his tapestry of words on - such as a proper plot (real or imagined), a review object, or a strong personal opinion, then he shines. But whether or not he has any gripping fictional stories left in him is a big and gradually more looming issue. The difference between the plot-vacant first 350 pages of bloatware, based on an ephemeral idea, and the moving final 100 pages, where the idea finally hardens, is piercing evidence where his true strengths lie, and his growing unwillingness to avail himself of them. Do you love language for itself, and for what it can be in the hands of a master: buy it, and be impressed. Do you want a book that will have you pat its back lovingly when you have finished - don't.

Martin Amis has once more asserted himself as a master of the modern novel. In this, his fourteenth novel, Amis succeeds brilliantly in harnessing his formidable array of literary armoury to report on yet more interesting aspects of the contemporary human condition. While his characters are certainly unlikeable (and unlikely to be easily identified and empathised with), their stories abound with a witty and pithy truth. The many traducers of other Amis outings, most notably Yellow Dog, will find much to scorn and ridicule in the Pregnant Widow, but for those readers who can connect with high farce and pin-point satire there is much to amuse and entertain.

I really enjoyed this book - having not read Amis since Time's Arrow or the Nature of the Offence I treated myself and bought a signed copy of the hardback, and was by no means disappointed.

The book is mainly based in the summer of 1970 in a castle in Italy, essentially looking at the changing attidutes towards sex by both males and females... the book starts with the Larkin verse telling us the "Sexual Intercourse began in 1963".... and concerns the main protagonist (Keith) plotting his sexual liaisons with three women. The women (his girlfriend Lily, Scheherazde and Gloria) are all introduced not only by name, but also by vital statistics and Amis has created an array of characters (among them a 4ft 10" dwarf, whose redeeming features include his wealth and the fact his swimming trunks show him to be "well endowed"), which it is impossible to empathise with and are not likeable, but you want to carry on reading, such is the reason why I found this book difficult to review.

In usual Amis style, complete tangents come and go, some mid sentence, and it is not a book you can "dip" into with a few pages here and there; you really need to read a whole chapter (or more) in one sitting, otherwise you are left wondering "now, where was I" and more importantly "where's the story". However, the writing is wonderful, making you want to read on, and find out what happens to each of the characters, even though you don't particularly like them.

The main story is interspersed with "intervals" where the current Keith looks back and reflects, whilst there is also a "Coda" to the main story, outlining events from 1970 to the current day.

Perhaps not one for new fans of Amis, however I certainly enjoyed it and would readily recommend it for any fan of contemporary literature, who likes to engross themselves in a well written novel, which is a little more of a challenge than your everyday "airport paperback".

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5.0 out of 5 stars Wholly satisfying work from a brilliant writer
Few writers tackle the sweating and nervousness, the self-consciousness and embarrassment, the horror, confusion and frustration, the game-playing and intricate planning, the lust... Read more

Published 18 days ago by Roland Boland

1.0 out of 5 stars Just awful
A really unlikeable bunch of twenty somethings go on holiday in Italy, do nothing very interesting, and think and talk about sex most of the time in banal ways. Read more

Published 3 months ago by Malcolm Black

1.0 out of 5 stars Terrible
Had to read this book for book club and that is the only reason I finished the book. Everyone of us (8 in total) despised the book and felt it was a big waste of time to read. Read more

Published 4 months ago by BJ

1.0 out of 5 stars Padded out... aimless Amis
Having read most of Martin Amis, and long enjoyed his underclass/underworld characters and swift, colourful, humorous language, I came to The Pregnant Widow with hope. Read more

Published 4 months ago by Tom Doyle

1.0 out of 5 stars Painful
This book was a struggle from start to finish with absolutely no story line. It was a waste of precious holiday reading time! Read more

Published 4 months ago by readerworm

3.0 out of 5 stars Intensely irritating but not enough to give up
A lot of the reviews here have been penned by readers who are clearly much better acquainted with Martin Amis's work than I can claim to be, but I do know that the previous novels... Read more

Published 5 months ago by Rose Maroc

2.0 out of 5 stars The Barren Witticist
`The Pregnant Widow' is a relentless display of triviality, full of newly-minted clichés, arch literary references and empty gibberish masquerading as deep insight. Read more

Published 7 months ago by Marmaduke

1.0 out of 5 stars What a struggle
Martin Amis is my favourite author, which makes it all the more painful to leave a 1 star review. I only finished this book out of a sense of duty to a writer who has given me so... Read more

Published 8 months ago by Jersey Jim

2.0 out of 5 stars A bit of an effort
Reading this was like sitting next to a bore at a dinner party, glancing ever more frequently at one's watch and fretting about the babysitter. Read more

Published 9 months ago by Timothy De Ferrars

1.0 out of 5 stars Here we go again
I gave up at page 150, amazed I got that far.

This isn't a story, it's an exercise by Amis trying to persuade us that he is an amazing writer. Read more

Published 9 months ago by Brenda Vendor

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