INCORPORATING WRITING, V, No. 3 (2006)
Reviewed by G. P. Kennedy
After being trapped into impregnating his lesbian artist
girlfriend, Solomon, a New York Jewish art historian, heads to Sicily to track
down a lost masterpiece of St. Francis of Assisi by Antonello da Messina.
Thirty-seven years later, in the summer of 2001, Nathan, the son he never knew,
begins a similar quest, less interested in the artwork using it only as a means
to retrace his father's footsteps. What transpires is a double picaresque
written with occasional flair and a not insignificant degree of
humour whose denouement offers the tired and testing 'more than they bargined
for'.
Imagine if you will that Dan Brown sets himself the challenge of an A.S. Byatt novel but that
he cannot wrest himself from his art sleuth oeuvre. Throw in some Marquezian
magic realism and Humanist theory and there you have it.
The result, you
might reasonably imagine, would be a ham-fisted capanata of styles. Thus is Antellello's
Lion. Whilst Katz will engage you with sopra-authorataive
Italian vistas and mouth-watering piscatorial feasts, his appalling use of
metaphor and simile may leave you shy of ever again indulging in buffalo
mozzarella. Literature does not deserve to have foisted upon it such
formaggio-laden stylings as, 'Anger lay on his heart like a shroud' and
pecorino-laced musings like 'Had he forgotten what she looked like? Had she
just been part of a dream?'
The real issue
with this book is the epilogue, PSSST!
Katz indulges in an extended essay on 9/11 and its cataclysmic effects on the
American psyche. Indeed Nathan is so perturbed after his atypically heroic rescue
efforts during the 9/11 attacks that he moves to Colorado forthwith.
Essentially Katz
argues that 9/11 represents the ultimate manifestation of the failure of
Humanism, tacitly justifying the lurch to jingoistic and xenophobic insularity
in the States since 2001. In so doing he employs the most crass sentimentalism,
referring to New York as, 'the greatest experiment in pluralism ever known to
the world', and the perpetrators of 9/11 as, 'those self-righteous maniacs who would see only the one narrow path to
the dogma they call truth'.
Ultimately Antenello's Lion fails to 'not easily
leave the mind', as Katz wishes, leaving only an intaglio of a good yarn marred
by the author's fetishism.
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