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B : decent, if not entirely convincing novel of grief and communication See our review for fuller assessment.
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Talking to Ourselves is three-voiced novel, alternating chapters presenting the perspectives of a husband and father, Mario, a wife and mother, Elena, and their son, Lito.
While written in the first person, these are not entirely interior monologues: for all the 'talking to ourselves' each of the characters does, they constantly mention and describe their conversations and exchanges (via telephone texting, for example) with each other ("hey, son, hey, are you listening to me or not ? Yes, yes, I reply"); occasionally they'll even address each other ("Dear Mario", Elena writes -- albeit with no expectations of a response).
Yet even here the failures of communication and connection are made all too clear -- Lito, for example, repeatedly noting how he only hears or understands parts of the exchanges between his parents, or Elena confused by the abbreviations Lito uses in his text messages.
When a book tells me something I was trying to say, I feel the right to appropriate its words, as if they had once belonged to me and I were taking them back.She frequently appropriates words and thoughts in this way -- mentioning and quoting from about two dozen authors and books (helpfully listed in a bibliography at the end of the book), including works by César Aira, John Banville, Christian Bobin, Ana María Matute, Flannery O'Connor, and Cynthia Ozick. Talking to Ourselves is an unusual novel about the difficulties of communication. Neuman presents much fairly obviously, such as Lito's complaint as he listens to his father talking to his mother on the phone, hearing just his father's "yes yes, no no, I know I know": "I don't like the way he gets all serious when he talks to her. I'm worried they're talking about me". Yet Neuman stretches his narrative a bit thin with its three voices and three very different perspectives, each drawn in different directions (apart, appropriately enough). Worse than any lack of communication is all the lying and dissimulation going on: first and foremost, Lito isn't told what's really happening to his father (and Lito is simply packed off when dad lies dying), but they rarely manage to be completely honest with each other anyway. It's something they worry about -- Mario even explicitly ruminates on the question: "is it okay to lie ?" -- and they only open up in their personal monologues. At one point Elena complains about her parents (the ones she sends Lito to !): They raised me in an atmosphere of tolerance, respect, and communication. In other words, they left me alone with my traumas.She still feels largely left alone with these -- finding some escape in wild abandon (with the friendly doctor) but otherwise still flailing. Talking to Ourselves is a decent novel of death-in-the-family and how it affects the different parties, but it doesn't completely convince -- in part because the three voices, and especially Mario and Lito, have a manufactured feel to them. The Elena sections are more successful (and certainly more interesting), but it doesn't all come together particularly well. For a novel dealing with passion, dying, and death Talking to Ourselves isn't particularly poignant or moving, either, Neuman's approach sapping most of the emotion: what there is feels, like so many of Elena's words and thoughts, second-hand. - M.A.Orthofer, 2 April 2014 - Return to top of the page - Talking to Ourselves:
- Return to top of the page - Andrés Neuman was born in Argentina in 1977 and grew up in Spain. - Return to top of the page -
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