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This is the story of two boys, Dylan Ebdus and Mingus Rude. They are friends and neighbors, but because Dylan is white and Mingus is black, their friendship is not simple. This is the story of their Brooklyn neighborhood, which is almost exclusively black despite the first whispers of something that will become known as "gentrification." This is the story of 1970s America, a time when the most simple human decisions—what music you listen to, whether to speak to the kid in the seat next to you, whether to give up your lunch money—are laden with potential political, social and racial disaster. This is the story of 1990s America, when no one cared anymore. This is the story of punk, that easy white rebellion, and crack, that monstrous plague. This is the story of the loneliness of the avant-garde artist and the exuberance of the graffiti artist. This is the story of what would happen if two teenaged boys obsessed with comic book heroes actually had superpowers: They would screw up their lives. This is the story of joyous afternoons of stickball and dreaded years of schoolyard extortion. This is the story of belonging to a society that doesn't accept you. This is the story of prison and of college, of Brooklyn and Berkeley, of soul and rap, of murder and redemption. This is the story Jonathan Lethem was born to tell. This is THE FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE.… (more)
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Plus I'm a sucker for magical realism. If you don't go there, you might want to skip this book because you really don't see the magic coming at first. It is absolutely necessary for the plot, tho.
Oh, I'm tearing up again just writing this. I wanna go read it again.
This the story of Dylan Ebdus, a white kid growing up in then-mostly African-American and Hispanic Brooklyn, and Mingus Rude, a mixed-race (white mom, black dad) kid who is his neighbor and best friend. The author uses their friendship to explore race relations (and a
The author splits the novel into two parts (with a brief transitional interlude), essentially separating Dylan’s boyhood from his adulthood. The first of these sections is by far the most compelling of the two, in just about every way: mood and location setting, character development, cultural references. The second half of The Fortress of Solitude, which is told from Dylan’s first-person perspective, drags considerably by comparison. In fact, the magical realism elements that Lethem inserts into an otherwise grittily realistic story become a very clumsy and unbelievable device at the end. Beyond that, there is a surprising lack of resolution at the close of the novel, almost as if he just decided to stop writing in the middle of an anecdote.
I found this to be such a very sad book, with little in the way of humor or optimism to relieve the unrelenting grimness of how Dylan’s story unfolds. Although well written and imaginatively conceived—the author is quite good at providing detailed observations of both people and place—this was not an especially enjoyable reading experience. It was hard to get past the fact that virtually none of the characters finds any real happiness in their lives amidst all of the violence, drugs, racial intolerance, and personal indifference. Dylan certainly is imprisoned in a fortress of solitude, but it is a prison that is ultimately of his own design.
By the
While overall this is a great novel and one I wanted to keep listening too, there are a few flaws. For one thing I found it hard to believe that two teenage boys would make as little use of a magic ring as they did, although I appreciate Lethem's efforts to show that having magic powers in the "real world" can be more complicated than in comic books. I also felt that the book may have been more successful if it ended earlier, at the end of Dylan and Mingus' childhood with the liner notes "Part II" as an epilogue. While "Part III" focusing on Dylan and Mingus as adults is interesting and has some really strong pieces, I felt that Dylan the narrator and Lethem the author were trying way too hard to find an explanation for Dylan's childhood and some closure too the detriment of the novel overall.
Confusingly, the protagonist and
When this book is good, it shines. The chapters about the super powers, for example, are inspired. Sadly the highlights are few and far between, and the ending is hugely disappointing.
The characters in this work are more human than any I have come across in a long time. As a member of the following generation, the era depicted here was one to which I have never been able to connect. Lethem succeeds so well at intimately connecting the reader and characters, that I now feel I can really begin to imagine what it was like to belong to that era, without relying on the cartoonish stereotypes prevailing in popular media. In particular the racial interactions stand out in how they really explore conundrums and paradoxes that occur when worlds collide. For me this sheds a tiny bit of light on contemporary attitudes.
From pop culture to raw emotion to the unnameable things, this book has it all, as a true classic coming of age novel should.
Long stretches of this novel frustrated me; they mostly involved several characters' perceived 'magic' of Aaron X. Doily's ring and their ensuing actions. However,I was
I'm only a little younger than the novel's protragonist, Dylan, and while I didn't grow up in Brooklyn, my neighborhood adjacent to the housing projects (an area trending away from gentrification to the same extent Dylan's Gowanus was trending towards), provided enough touchstones for me to connect with his experiences and observations on race, yoking, school, childhood friends and enemies, etc. (Although, with the obligatory Seifeldian "Not that there's anything wrong with that," as a preface, none of the boys on my street - that I know of - were giving each other blow jobs.)
If Dylan's stunted development into a man-child carrying maladaptive behaviors learned on the streets and home of his youth forward into adulthood speaks to me so directly, I'm reluctant to praise Lethem for capturing the feelings and conveying them so accurately on account of the ill my recognizing reaction to them speaks of me ... but there you have it: he did a great job. In that regard, I'm jealous of his writing skill. On the other hand, I felt the novel suffered a fairly serious problem of scope: too long for the story it told, dawdling on characters and events that could have been more precisely encapsulated in the narrative. That's my long-winded way of the long drag from the Con in California back to see Mingus and Arthur (and Woolfork and Junior) bored me.
His non-fictional biographical stuff (The Disappointment Artist) was actually much more interesting and inspiring.
The two boys, the white Dylan Edbus, and black Mingus Rude, have much in common, their fathers are creative (one in music, the
The story, part told in the third person, later narrated by Dylan in the 1990s, reflects a change in attitudes over a period some twenty years. It is about the music of the period, black and white relations, about friendship and loyalties, about lost opportunities. But above all it is a book that is beautifully written, a book to be savoured purely for the pleasure of reading.