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Journal Of Nicholas The American by Leigh Kennedy pub:
Big Engine (first published by St Martins Press, USA, 1986). 181 page enlarged
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Kolya
(Nicholas) Alexandrovich is a tele-empath being pursued by an 'umbrella
man' - a psychiatrist.
This
is the first person narrative of an extremely private young student who is verging
on paranoia. His perpetual drinking helps deaden the flood of others' feelings
that would otherwise incapacitate his emotions.
Not
a lovely character but not totally obnoxious either, just difficult
to sympathise with on occasions.
Given the surreal nature of the subject, the story verges on the
domestic, dealing with the problems of avoiding empath hunters,
changing address and trying to have a sex life without letting a
woman get too close.
The fact that his girlfriend
is called Jack doesn't help focus on her plight either and Kolya's obsession with
her mother who is dying of cancer can pass from empathic to disconcerting. The
device of using a diary written by someone who is so self-absorbed can be tedious
unless the reader is an addict of Mrs Dale or Samuel Pepys and invites a need
to sharpen the point of an otherwise pedestrian story. The writing is not
bad but, because it is in first person, can come over as introverted and obsessive.
The author convinces you that this unlikely empathy actually occurs and the gloominess
of the situation is suitably Russian in tenor.
Living with the emotional toll of having involuntary access to
the inner feelings of other people is not only wearing for the main
character, it can pull the reader down as well.
The continual ambivalence of Kolya towards Jack, the woman he professes
to love, one moment clinging, the next rejecting her to lavish attention
on her sick mother can also become tiresome.
Kolya does the obligatory bonking and generally displays aspects
of male petulance and intolerance. Sometimes this comes over as
going through the motions and leaves the feeling that the writer
could go deeper by moving back - much further back.
It is easy to see how his quandary would be more interesting if
it came from several different perspectives and not just through
the first person.
From a distance, Kolya could be a deeply enigmatic young
man. From inside, he is little more than an emotional mess given in to his own
introverted needs. His ability to know anyone's every emotion and motive
does little to help make him sympathetic. The empath in Science Fiction may have
since become something of a cipher, but thankfully one more in tune with the Universe
and other people's frailties. It is a painless and sometimes enjoyable
read despite this and eventually does offer the hope of a solution.
Jane
Palmer
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