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B : impressive in many respects, but limited See our review for fuller assessment.
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Mating is largely set in Botswana, in the early 1980s -- as Ronald Reagan comes to power in the US -- and is narrated by an unnamed American anthropologist doing field work there.
Just turning thirty-two when the novel begins, she finds she has an: "exploded thesis on her hands" -- the work she was doing has run into a complete dead end -- and no good reason not return to the US.
But, even though she knows she won't stay in Africa permanently, she decides to hang on for a bit.
He was so famously sardonic ! So heretical ! He was so interdisciplinary !The narrator immediately knows what she wants: him. But he's elusive, difficult to find and approach -- and then, she realizes, likely to be difficult to hook. His understandable antipathy to anthropologists -- "Most of the official great names in anthropology were mediocrities. Some were creeps" -- complicates matters too. Nelson's current project is entirely off the beaten path, a utopian community, populated and for the most part led by women, called Tsau. Generally only reached by the occasional plane bringing supplies, the narrator knows she can't get an invitation to join in, but she decides to try her luck and just show up there. This means a long and hazardous trek through the Kalahari desert. She does get there, and she manages to convince them to let her stay on; after that, the seduction of Nelson is only a (brief) matter of time. Tsau does seem almost too good to be true, as the narrator anthropologically describes how it functions, and how many of those there interact. It's got a lot going for it: Tsau was Paris compared to ninety-eight percent of the villages of the world. I would hear again how deeply he believed in the village qua village. There were villages in Austria today less culturally open and advanced than Tsau. I would hear again that in Tsau we had everything we have a right to demand in a continent as abused and threatened as Africa: decent food and clean water, leisure, decent and variable work, self-governance, discussion groups on anything, medical care. These were not lies.Naturally, utopia does not remain an idyll; the narrator's deceit and manipulation are, of course, one of the problems (and it is not surprising that deceit is also part of what ultimately undoes her). Mating is a sprawling novel, its narrator a close and often critical (and self-critical) observer -- with a constant air of some detachment, the scholar in her trying to separate emotion from fact. At times the novel strains under its own weight, as even the narrator recognizes: My story is turning into the map in Borges exactly the size of the country it represents, but I feel I should probably say everything.And so she does. Much of this is fascinating. The early section on the Gaborone community -- the mix of foreigners in Botswana's capital --, her trek through the Kalahari, and then the portrait of the utopian community are often well and amusingly observed. Her attempts at positioning herself -- her efforts at 'mating', from the pure sexual release to the complications of "intellectual love", as well as finding a place in Tsau -- are quite interesting -- though she does remain quite at sea. The writing is strong but quite relentless; the fact that the narrator is not very sympathetic -- and so often a manipulator -- makes it difficult to empathize with her -- and at a more neutral distance her story simply isn't that engaging. Idiosyncrasies such as sprinkling French and Latin terms -- id est, enfin, jeu -- in her writing tend to be somewhat grating (and the excuse that both she and Nelson had studied Latin -- "We both loved Latin" -- don't really make it more agreeable). Mating has the feel of a book meant to be an intellectual exercise, addressing the big social, political, and philosophical questions, while also engaging on the very personal and emotional level. Rush manages a great deal here, but it isn't entirely successful. Ultimately, it also feel a bit too much like an over-polished writing-exercise. - M.A.Orthofer, 22 February 2012 - Return to top of the page - Mating:
- Return to top of the page - American author Norman Rush was born in 1933. - Return to top of the page -
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