Harry Karlinsky

What if Alfred Novel beside the usual prizes also had a "secret" prize for whoever could explain the origin of Stonehenge?

A psychiatrist stumbles over some letters from Nobel laureates with explanations for Stonehenge when he is researching why Freud never got a Nobel Prize.

Harry Karlinsky has really written a book that feels like it could be real. It really feels like reading a thesis and I had to double-check to see that this was fiction. Just to be sure. LOL I mean it sounded ludicrous, but hell, who knew.

The problem I had with this book was the thesis feeling. It made it very dry to read. The part of the book I liked best was actually the biographical part, getting to know the basic fact about Alfred Nobel, Marie Curie, Teddy Roosevelt and Rudyard Kipling. The whole Stonehenge part, the letters from the Nobel laureates was the dry part that and that was unfortunate since that is kind of the point of the book.

But the book was interesting to read and I would very much read more about Alfred Nobel.

I received this copy from Coach House Books through Edelweiss in return for an honest review!… (mer)

Harry Karlinsky, a professor of psychiatry at the University of British Columbia, has compiled a fictitious biography of Thomas Darwin. Had he lived, Thomas would been the eleventh and last child of Charles and Emma Darwin. The documentation of his fictive life is meticulous. The novel is tricked out with a scholarly panoply of memoirs, letters and certificates, footnotes, quotations from authors real and invented and an extensive bibliography.
Karlinsky presents Thomas as a brilliant and isolated child who was entranced, early in his life, by his father’s pursuit of the evolutionary principle. Thomas went on to spend two years at Cambridge University before dropping his studies and fleeing to Canada where his eccentric behaviour and odd delusions about forks and spoons resulted in his arrest and confinement in the London Asylum, Ontario where he died within months of a virulent form of tuberculosis. The delusions that led to his detention involved indecent speculations about sexual relations in the cutlery drawers and the consequential evolution of the different varieties of fork used for consuming meat, pastry and peas.
Stylistic verisimilitude has its perils in a fictitious biography. The account of Thomas Darwin’s early life, recounted in the opening chapters, is tedious - in the authentic style of most family histories - twining his fictive thread among the known lives of Charles, Emma and the ten children who preceded his fictive birth.The documentation of his insanity, his institutional confinement and death is presented with dry, academic precision. The same dry, scholarly tone is preserved in the exploration of Thomas’s evolutionary theory. As a fictitious biography it struck me as ingenious but dull, lacking the exuberance of burlesque or exaggeration that might have enlivened poor Thomas’s delusions and made them memorable or pathetic.
Karlinsky insists from the outset that this is a fictional biography. His reasons for doing so are never apparent; why give away the punchline before the joke? It is also unnecessary. Thomas’s theory of the evolution of inanimate artefacts is sufficiently ridiculous to defy credulity. Karlinsky’s insistence on the non-existence of Thomas denies his readers even the minor pleasures of voluntarily suspended disbelief.… (mer)

I read this book as an advance reading copy provided by Edelweiss, and I have shared my comments with the publisher via that web site.

The fictional conceit here--that Alfred Nobel endowed a separate, secret prize for whomever could solve the "mystery" of Stonehenge--is rather clever. But the execution is half baked, and I felt cheated by the end (which actually comes halfway through, as much of this book is appendices, footnotes, and acknowledgements). Also I had Spinal Tap's "Stonehenge" song running through my head for the duration of the book, but I am not sure if that is a virtue or a fault. Not recommended.… (mer)