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B : lyrical, almost feverish childhood-tale See our review for fuller assessment. The complete review's Review:
The eponymous narrator of Elias is twelve when the short novel opens, under the sway of some of the cousins in a household packed with aunts and children.
In particular, there's sixteen-year-old Aloysius -- but also Hermione, introduced teaching Elias how to literally play with fire.
Among the first group-activities described are rehearsals for a play the kids are meant to put on, as they do every year -- "a touching play" featuring two of the aunts' children that had passed away years earlier, with Elias now the one assigned the "weighty part" of playing dead little Peter.
He is looking for unsurpassable isolation, and when he talks about it I sense a sultry agitation in him and I get great pleasure from its fostering my own restlessness.The book closes with Elias' departure from the property -- a departure too from childhood: All that is past, even the models of earlier generations that have been held up to me in a despotic manner, all lost for ever. Everything in this solemnly outstretched domain has become grandeur bred in vain, useless happiness and self-deception.In closing, with his final words, Elias is left wondering: "why does it have to be so sad, and so unjust ?" Apparently part of a trilogy, the later volumes only published in 1953 and (posthumously) 1982, Elias is feverishly pitched, as much hallucination of childhood as autobiographical account. Indeed, it feels more like a book of the fin de siècle (when the author, born 1900, was this age) than of the 1930s. Typical of the language and descriptions are passages such as: There are no clouds. The moon floats in a sky of steel; the snow is frozen; the crown of the trees, delicate as gossamer, seem petrified by the silence.It's atmospheric and lyrical -- and, like the 'blue hand' that haunted Elias, there is a sense of sinister foreboding even to the everyday. Elias doesn't lose itself entirely in its poetry, but Gilliams is better with the vividly-expressed tableau and sensory impression than unfolding a narrative in a more clearly structured way. It's appropriate enough, for a childhood tale, and it works quite well; parts, certainly, are wonderful and the story as a whole too is effectively haunting. - M.A.Orthofer, 22 July 2014 - Return to top of the page - Elias:
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