Book Review
Title: A Horse
Walks into a Bar
Author: David
Grossman
Translated from
Hebrew by Jessica Cohen
Publisher: Penguin,
2016
Award: Man Booker
International, 2017
Too many people have been
burdened with the authorship of the sentence, “Life is a comedy for those who
think and a tragedy for those who feel.” David Grossman, Israeli writer,
presents the tragicomedy of Dovaleh Greenstein in this dangerously gripping
novel.
Dovaleh G is what our hero
calls himself. “Dovaleh, long for Dov, which is just like ‘dove’ except less
peaceful, and G, like the spot, the apple of my dick.” That’s the protagonist’s
self-introduction to his audience in a club in Netanya, a small town in Israel.
He is both a thinker and a feeler. So his life has been both tragic and comic.
But who sees the tragedy? He has been a stand-up comedian and laughter is what people
associate him with. But a painfully fragmented heart is what he has been carrying
around ever since his childhood.
His father, a barber, was far
from being affectionate towards him. Families are not the best places to learn
love from. “One minute they hug you, the next they beat the crap out of you
with a belt, and it’s all from love,” Dov says recalling his father’s belt. “Believe
me, Dovchu, sometimes a slap is worth a thousand words” is one of Dov’s father’s
“jokes”.
Dov was not spared by his
companions at school. ‘Hit the Dovaleh’ was one of their favourite games. “Nothing
serious, here a slap, there a kick, a little punch in the stomach, the way you
stamp a timecard. Have you hit your Dovaleh yet today?”
In order to escape all that
torture Dov learnt to walk on his hands. He walked on his hands from school to
home. You can’t hit a boy who walks on his hands because you don’t know where
to hit or kick, you can’t make out where his face or stomach or any organ is.
But Dov never looked unhappy.
On the contrary, he looked happier than the others, says the narrator who was
his boyhood friend for a while. Avishai Lazar, the narrator, is a retired judge
and has been invited specially by Dov to the present stand-up show. Why? To tell
what he sees. Lazar is not interested but is compelled by Dov to attend the
show. He wants to walk out of the show many times but is held back by a
mysterious power. The same mysterious power holds us back too as we read this novel. The audience in that club is like a bunch of
hostages held by Dov whose show is far from being comic. He is narrating his own
story. He stands in need of a catharsis which he is going to get by telling
some people how “Man plans (and) God fucks him”.
Many from the audience walk
out eventually. But most stay back because we all love to see God fucking other
people. The temptation “to look into another man’s hell” is irresistible. Grossman indicts us as much as Dov does his
audience, however obliquely. We all love to hit the Dovaleh. We do hit. Come
and see how. That’s what Dov tells Lazar and that’s what the novel tells us,
the readers.
This novel grips us like an
octopus with all its tentacles. Perhaps, this book cannot even be called a
novel. It is something else. We may need a new genre to classify it. It has no
plot. No character development. Not even dialogues in the traditional sense.
And certainly no denouement. The fragments remain so at the end too – a little
more broken perhaps. We are the fragments. “To be whole, it is enough to exist,”
the narrator is reminded by his beloved writer. Is it?
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ReplyDeleteIt's a disturbing book, let me warn you.
DeleteThis book looks like an interesting read. WIll check.
ReplyDeleteMore than interesting, let me assure you.
DeleteYour review reminded me of Nanette by Hannah Gadsby and she mentioned during the piece how she's done using self deprecation as a tool to make people laugh.
ReplyDeleteI haven't read Nanette. Look forward to reading it. This one is far more scathing than self-deprecation, it is self-destruction!
DeleteIs it... Really.. Once my college professor told me.. You are but a nursery student in the school of life... And that has stayed..
ReplyDeleteThe book is intriguing really.. Would check it..
Seems like reality shows, dystopian worlds..
Yes, it shows a dystopian world.
DeleteThe review is very compelling and I really want to read this book.
ReplyDeleteI had decided when this book came out that it wouldn't be my cup of tea and your review, while beautiful, only convinces me that I was right:)
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