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Greenblatt (Humanities/Harvard Univ.;Shakespeare's Freedom,2010, etc.) makes another intellectually fetching foray into the Renaissance—with digressions into antiquity and the recent past—in search of a root of modernity.
More than 2,000 years ago, Roman poet and philosopher Lucretius wrote On the Nature of Things, which spoke of such things as the atomic structure of all that exists, of natural selection, the denial of an afterlife, the inherent sexuality of the universe, the cruelty of religion and the highest goal of human life being the enhancement of pleasure. It was a dangerous book and wildly at odds with the powers that be through many a time period. That Greenblatt came across this book while in graduate school is a wonder, for it had been scourged, scorned or simply fallen from fashion from the start, making fugitive reappearances when the time was ripe, but more likely to fall prey to censorship and the bookworm, literally eaten to dust. In the 15th century, along came Poggio Bracciolini— humanist, lover of antiquity, former papal secretary, roving hunter of books—and the hub of Greenblatt's tale. He found the book, perhaps the last copy, in a monastery library, liked what he saw (even if he never cottoned to its philosophy) and had the book copied; thankfully, history was preserved. Greenblatt's brilliantly ushers readers into this world, which is at once recognizable and wholly foreign. He has an evocative hand with description and a liquid way of introducing supporting players who soon become principals: Democritus, Epicurius, scribe monks, Thomas More, Giordano Bruno, Montaigne and Darwin, to name just a few.
More wonderfully illuminating Renaissance history from a master scholar and historian.
Zone One by Colson Whitehead
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The zombie genre provides unlikely inspiration for the author's creative renewal.
Sag Harbor, 2009, etc.) never writes the same book twice, though his eclectic output had fallen short of the promise he flashed in his early novels(The Intuitionist,1998, etc.). Yet here he sinks his teeth into a popular format and emerges with a literary feast, producing his most compulsively readable work to date. Though there's enough chomp-and-spurt gorefest to satiate fans of the format, Whitehead transforms the zombie novel into an allegory of contemporary Manhattan (and, by extension, America), where "it was the business of the plague to reveal our family members, friends, and neighbors as the creatures they had always been" and the never-explained apocalypse "sentenced you to observe the world through the sad aperture of the dead, suffer the grossparody of your existence." The reader's guide through this particular circle of hell is a clean-up/extermination operative called Mark Spitz (for reasons that aren't worth the elaborate explanation the novel eventually gives). He was formerly employed as a social-network functionary for a Starbucks-style coffee chain, an occupation that seems even more ludicrous in the wake of a society transformed by hordes of organ-eating zombies. (A colleague's former occupation was "a sommelier at a high-end eatery in that specialized in offal.")With its savage sense of humor and thematic ambitions, the narrative is to contemporary zombie novels what the movies of George Romero are to other zombie flicks. As survivors of the "Last Night" struggle through "PASD, or Post-Apocalyptic Stress Disorder," the government (located in Buffalo) peddles hope in the form of its "American Phoenix Rising" campaign, with its own power-ballad anthem: "Stop! Can You Hear the Eagle Roar? (Theme from Reconstruction)." When the protagonist was a child, he asked his father the meaning of the word "apocalypse." His father replied, "It means that in the future, things will be even worse than they are now." And, sure enough, they are. Cambridge
The latest from a generation of literary novelists who are erasing the distinction between art and pulp.