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10 thoughts on “Carnival

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    Vague, rambling, beautiful, shocking, disturbing, intelligent, fantasticalPick a word, any word It will probably go towards describing this book in some way.This is a very grown up book It s one of those books that you have no chance of understanding while still growing up and probably won t understand even when you re grown I m still not sure what I read This book is confusing and disturbing, but I finished it pretty quickly I carried on reading Even when I felt like I was going to be sick I still turned the page And I don t know why Something about Fly hooked me.Fly is the main character, the narrator And he s pretty crazy and messed up A taxi driving circus orphan raised by and living with a series of misfits and freaks for the majority of his life, I was never sure if Fly honestly saw the world as described or if he was just as high as a kite His high or bat shit narrative was quite difficult to follow and I found myself reading most pages than once.I d say read this book once so you know just how sane you are And be wary of taxi drivers And circus folk.This wasn t quite my cup of tea I received a copy of this for free via Goodreads First Reads.


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    Soaring The air exploding past Venturing high over the drum of human misfortune Fueled faster by the rush of adrenaline, the meth amphetamine calamity speeding toward your brain No sear No pain Unless you touch down Your only relationship, physically, emotionally, is with yourself Your name is Fly This is what you do You are not there to be motioned forth by a uniformed doorman, to be directed by a dispatcher An independent driver you fly the cab through the city streets The pulsing arteries, veins, alleyways, sewed into your heart In your yellow taxi you search out the hungered flag of a hand where no other driver might think If you do it all day and night, sleep little, save the tokens palmed into your hand, you will fly, Fly Despite, in this hapless country sold as the land of hopes, dreams, it is not possible for an newly born immigrant to rise above this smoldering menace of an embittered pocket embedded in a darkened corner of this city Trapped flying is the only way Flying solo If you don t slow down you won t think and if you don t think you won t feel any pain The equation is printed out on the blackboard of your mind.The others choose to remain land bound Also driving cabs they wait in line with each other to be summoned, or to heed the shrill stacked call of the dispatching service rendering control over their destiny Safe but offering no possibilities Possibilities are buried without ceremony but their absence caressed by the in joking, back slapping in the same bar to wash off any shards of optimism Even so, they remain strangers calling each other by the number of their cab, not names That closeness, trust, when letters are rearranged in formulations well known, spelled danger The country less must also remain friendless to survive Isolation was the cost of of of Halfway through the flight the altitude drops, a slight modification Still you choose to phone into the tower You are told that it is time for the bridge What, you manage to say, incredulous A bridge I m supposed to land on it Very funny No, the story has reached the bridge to the next section A gradual bridge hopefully Here let me bring it up on the screen Not exactly what we hoped but you will do well I m part of a story What did you think you were You are the story The major part of it I thought I was leading a life of struggle and worked out a system where soon or someday I would be able to rise above that horrible part of the city Maybe lead a life that is than survival Be one of the people who comes in town for the carnival and hires cabs Could you imagine that Me a passenger in a taxi Me dressing up in a costume and for a couple of days not having to be myself Sir, we are trying to coordinate your altitude with the remaining part of the story This is serious You are, though you will probably not want to fully hear this but a character A fun, interesting, kind of guy Sorry Sir What the screen is showing and I am trying to explain is that you are a character in something called a narrative So far the numbers and graphics all show that your arc is arcing well and we don t want to take any chances of anything going wrong Therefore this bridge Well, how is it looking on the other side My supervisor here thinks the weather report might indicate some slight problems but nothing we are concerned about at this point Well, not nothing but a minuscule concern which needn t worry you Remember you are named Fly for a reason You are in excellent hands with Mr Hage I think I m having trouble breathing If you think that Sir you probably aren t I have a tendency to develop nose bleeds when I m under stress Sir, you are just hyper ventilating Wait Mr Hage has joined us in the tower He assures us and you, you will be just fine What s that What s What s what Sir Are you hyperventilating now No All that noise Someone has gotten into the tower Someone Some guy Some guy named Stephen Is he supposed to be there Not as far as we know Well call security He says he is security Listen, I just drive an independent cab which has no security backup I would like if you don t mind to get on with my life Such as it is Give me back This is a flight control center Hello Fly Who is this I hate to ask My name is Stephen I am your Reader My what What are you talking about I am the Reader of the story you are a character in Oh good That makes me feel much better Any chance there is someone there sane that I could talk to Listen It s important for you to know that Mr Hage is having some difficulty What faces you is bleak Not you or anybody else can fly above life, no matter what Mr Hage has named you, without being touched by it At some point your fuel will run low You will be in danger Amidst all the chaos here in the Tower Mr Hage understands this will be happening to you, this crisis However he is not totally sure how to bring you into the darker part of the novel If it needs a gradual change in the language he is using We here don t feel his language is coinciding with the content, the gradually declining content In other words he is flattening out the story and possible you Do you understand Oh yes Completely I understand that I need a drink and possibly a sedative though my doctor tells me not to mix the two By the way, by any chance, are you people crazy over there Well, yes Of course we are We wouldn t be writers and readers otherwise and wouldn t care about what happens to you So, what are you going to do This Mr Hage is a tough customer The kind who makes up his mind and won t budge Meanwhile the story continues to flatten and is beginning to drag Believe me, we won t give up You notice Fly it is beginning to darken There was the light winged part of the story and now the story arcs into the difficult Mr Hage believes that the rhythm of the language, its crispness, needs to slow and flatten to express, show, the darkening Fly Yes You didn t expect that everything would continue on the way it was What I mean Fly is, did you believe that through continued effort you would rise above No longer have to live under the phony brochure broadcast in the minds of hundreds of immigrants that the notion of the american dream will be available That there would be a way to not spend your life buried like the rest in the ghetto, living amongst the filth, living to survive No What was your name again Stephen Stephen, I believed that if I kept moving fast enough I would never have to feel pain again Is Mr Hage going to take that away from me Fly, are you okay Yeah Just allergies I don t know Fly What is apparent from the first part where you were winging around the city streets is, this man can write I mean he can really write He can write like you can drive your cab He is a writer and I am a reader The two should never be confused I really have no right to comment He by the way he s gone out to the restroom may very well have used the change of rhythm, the flattening, as a literary scheme to take this ride to somewhere profound in the end It could be The end Do you know what happens to me Fly, there are no ends At least not in the really good stories I just want you to be alright Fly Are you okay It s just these damn allergies.


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    ok okuyan, ok d nen, biraz deli ya da fazla ak ll bir taksi of r n n hayat ve maceralar t ka basa hikaye, d nce, bilgi, yorum ve hezeyanla dolu bir roman hepsinin izdi i bir tablo, g sterdi i bir manzara var tabii bu tablonun manzaran n hem ger ek hem d sel olmas g zel karanl k, sert anlat mla mizah n ve ironinin birlikte y r mesi g zel bu sona ermeli, dedi otto yine bu derken neyi kast ediyorsun, diye sordum kendimi, dedi bu insan bu k k evreni bu nemsiz y ld z bu k sa m rl nehri hepsi sona ermeli.


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    Everything ends with a flight, I thought O strange and wondrous story of an ordinary man conceived on the circus trail by a traveler who owned a camel and a mother who swung from the ropes This story of a circus performer turned taxi driver is perhaps not as strange as Hage s last novel which featured a cockroach Suffice it to say, Hage wants to take us out of our comfort zone so that we really look at what his characters are experiencing, thinking, and saying The sympathetic and unnamed narrator, friend of society s underclasses, both invokes and evokes Bohumil Hrabal s Too Loud a Solitude, as he was gifted a large library which fills his small apartment to overflowing He spends his free time reorganizing the volumes according to a personal and impressionistic system Dead protagonists take priority over triumphant, happy ending characters but are surpassed by books with open endings books that don t have moral conclusions Novels with open endings I consider to be of a higher rank hence they are located before novels with happy endings, which I often call religious or resurrection endings As for historical novels, they are organized based on the name of the winner of the first battle that appears in the book For instance, War and Peace will be filed in the N section, N in reference to Napolean, of courseand here, if you look above the toilet all libraries must submit to a certain order Our narrator is called Fly When asked if it refers to the insect or the action, he answers I m not sure But I think I might know Once his mother, in a state of mental distress, came in from the circus outside and saw her son shivering and naked, cold and wet from a storm She called me some other name And she laughed when she saw me naked and stared at me Flying man, she kept on saying, flying man, let me please you And she drew me close to her bosom and kissed my neck and her hand swept across my skin and touched me and held my erection and stroked me until I came There you go she said now you can leave and march towards your desert and your stone Fly is a taxi driver in a city that sounds like New Orleans to me there is a week long annual Carnival that involves much of the city He alternately calls his taxi his boat, his plane, his ride, his car He flies to pick up fares or to get home Or to escape There are two kinds of taxi drivers the Spiders and the Flies Spiders are those drivers who wait at taxi stands for the dispatcher s call or for customers to walk off the streets and into their hungry cars.Flies are wanderers, operators who drive alone and around to pick up the wavers and the whistlers on the edges of sidewalks and streets I am a wanderer Fly masturbates on a carpet that his true father had left him One suspects it is a prayer rug, but it suits Fly to lie on it and fantasize endlessly, his mind filled with dreams of gladiators, sailors, or women in need of rescue Fly does occasionally share his seed with women, but he prefers to be alone, perhaps to concentrate on his imaginary world rather than working to please another view spoiler Violence has a central role in this narrative Violence is part of our worlds, though it is visited upon some than others Fly himself is violent, though he seems to use it as a means of communication rather than from psychopathy Taxi drivers begin to turn up dead, killed in gruesome ways The litany of the dead recalls Roberto Bola o s 2666 in which he lists endlessly the names of Mexican girls killed in the desert over a period of years The victims in this novel are male immigrants on the night shift We are set up to imagine the killers of the taxi drivers to be the work of two feral boys who grew up rough and live under an overpass by a river Fly knows the boys, and tries to help them but finds his efforts too little too late One of the boys mother is a drug addict, the nominal father a pimp I don t judge those who can t dream Fly says.Other people are murdered a psychiatrist, an industrialist, a college professor The boys admit to these murders, though the mystery of the taxi drivers remains unsolved By the end, nearly everyone close to Fly is dead or disappeared He flies hide spoiler


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    True open seriousness fears neither parody, nor irony, nor any other form of reduced laughter, for it is aware of being part of an uncompleted whole Mikhail Bakhtin, Rabelais and His WorldI had forgotten this epigram by the time I finished reading Carnival I was musing about this book and trying to think what it reminded me of and it seemed liked it owed a debt to both Infinite Jest and A Confederacy of Dunces, not in a derivative way, but in an overall feeling I looked up some reviews of A Confederacy of Dunces and see that it is considered Rabelaisian, and so I suppose that epigram was chosen carefully and the form of this book is a nod to works I do know and also those I don t Perhaps that s why it didn t quite work for me Carnival reads to me like a typical sopho effort in which the author has the confidence to expand on his earlier works, putting on the page the full extent of his ideas that he hesitated to include before an experiment that s partially lost on me because I don t know the foundational material.Rawi Hage is a Lebanese born Canadian and I loved his earlier works, De Niro s Game and Cockroach, for the immigrant as outsider POV, and though the main character in Carnival, Fly, is also an immigrant outsider, he reads as angry and off putting While I don t need for main characters to be nice or sympathetic, in this case, I was simply put off Fly consorts with the underbelly of society the prostitutes and drug dealers, anarchists and perverts having only disdain for the law abiders and tax payers He rages against the racism experienced by his fellow immigrant taxi drivers, which is understandable, but also indulges in his own racism Fly is anti religion and anti capitalism and anti medicine and anti society and anti social On Catholics Well, Father, I think the only evil is you and your lot of delusional believers who make women suffer, who tell Africans to abstain from sex and not protect themselves I believe you are a hater of misfits, a suppressor of clowns laughs, scissors to the ropes of mountain climbers, chains to the wanderer, and a blindfold to the knower a hater of men But you are also a lover of yourself, a lover of power and buffoon dictators, a protector of arms dealers and thieves, pardoner of hypocrites with pious tongues and dirty hands This contempt is not reserved just for Catholics, however, as Hage also discusses and lampoons Muslims and especially his neighbour Zainab Here he is with what I assume to be a mockery of all religious people I took the wheel and my car flew through the marketplace and the Carnival, and I fancied myself a bird, then a tightrope walker in a clown s attire, singing and testing the rope with my empirical feet Now the clown becomes a Joker, then a prophet chanting to the festive masses I shall chase the clouds and stop the rain and save your lives from this endless charade of puppets and strings Ladies and gentlemen, the Temple of Wonder is yours to enter, watch your head as you enter the tent, and kindly take off your shoes, a new life is waiting for you just inside Here is your chance, ladies, to come back as a tiger, a lion, or a mockingbird, here is your chance, gentlemen, to see the eternal light and be saved from the burden of your daily life Just sit tight in your seat, clap when you re told to, and leave when you hear the buzz of the Joker, or when the light above the door goes long and horizontal Hurry, the show is about to start Step inside and all your troubles will be forgotten But do not eat from any of the forbidden foods, the big cat might get excited And kids, do not sneeze when the man reaches with his bare hands for the lion s throat Do as the others do and you will see miracles and illusions of flying horses, the revival of the old and the greatness of the divine Come into the temple of bliss and joy and you will be given a new mask, a new life for eternity ever after.Quite a lot of Fly s speech comes out as long and listing monologues, and from the passages I tend to select from the books I read, I have a fondness for long and listing monologues Here s another bit I liked, even if I m not sure I fully understand it Hospitals are a carnival of death A masquerade of haggard eyes gazing at the white, purgatorial walls, a faint chaos of hunchbacked mothers chasing orderlies, of doctors disguised in aprons, pointing magic wands at nurses in angelic uniforms and muffled tap shoes, waving bandages mistaken for egg rolls Hospitals are asylums with flying ambulances, bed bells to summon the physician s spirits, sponge baths above white linen, janitors swinging mops over hazy floors, evening moans at the last sunset, and fridges full of ice for arrested hearts.If it s fair to compare books, I much preferred A Confederacy of Dunces, for although Ignatius J Reilly is an unlikable misanthrope like Fly, he s also funny and ironic And while Reilly has a fixation on his own body and its functions, he s not the historical fantasy induced onanist that Fly is and while that might sound tantalising, it s a constant and rather dull quirk I probably can t stop thinking of the comparison to ACoD since it s set in New Orleans, a Carnival city, and if Carnival is meant to be set in Hage s home city of Montreal as assumed but not stated , I don t think of it as carnivalesque beyond the Cirque du Soliel This book has led me to put in an order for Rabelais Gargantua and Pantagruel, and so perhaps with foundational knowledge, I will be able to better appreciate Carnival itself.


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    Carnival what a mess and how happy I am to turn your last page and finally feel peace I ve been tortured for days by this book but I don t know why I enjoyed it Going up and down, jumping from a story to another without a real plot and without a real purpose That s how I could describe this book.The main Character is Fly a man who lives his days without a purpose, he enjoyed his Taxi rides without thinking what I m going to do next , he is so lonely, so ironic and obsessed with masturbation Even the writer criticize himself for the excessive mentioning of masturbation After getting into the cab, Sally spots a copy of Jean Genet s Our Lady of the Flowerssitting on Fly s dashboard A reader, she says, and smiles, before offering some very unstripper like literary criticism Listen, I have nothing against masturbation, but don t you think the act is a bit overdone in this novel The book was so enjoyable in so many parts but it sucks in so many others, there is not a real link between the different acts, it was so confusing and uncomfortable The smart narrative style and the rich text kept me attached and gave me a reason to read one page every time I decided to give up.I m so sure that I missed so many things in this book so please I would like to discuss it with anyone who read it, it will be great to have an answer to all these questions that keep echoing in my head There was a lot of symbolism and I m afraid I didn t get all of it.


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    3.5 Fly, is a taxi driver and in the perfect position to see all the misfits and unfits the city has to offer He has keen powers of observations and some of his commentary is just downright funny The book is told in short vignettes that chronicle his transactions with the people he picks up in his cab, as well as his personal life and his inner personal life He loves books, he has them everywhere and the girl he meets, Mary loves books as well He is a very interesting character as are the drug dealers, cheerleaders, pimps and prostitutes that use his services.At times this tended to get a bit repetitive and a bit too much Still so many of his observations I just found downright amusing I was glad I read the book if only for those Unique, creative and a carnival of words A keen look at the underside of a city seen through the eyes of an immigrant.


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    This review appeared originally in Cleaver Magazine Fly, the narrator of Rawi Hage s fabulist novel Carnival, released in the US on June 17, is a literature obsessed taxi driver and child of circus performers who imagines himself a super hero, avenging wrongs perpetrated on the vulnerable and the poor Books particularly the subversive kind are his sword One night, he picks up an arguing couple The woman, Mary, is crying Her husband berates her for her introverted, bookish ways He wants some action I am tired of this, do you understand he says.Fly flies into a rage, forces the husband out of the car, leaves him by the side of the road, and brings sweet Mary back to his book stuffed apartment And she laughed and walked among the garden of books, he says, and then we took off our fig leaves and made love in the corner, where verses from heaven touched our bare, cracked asses that hopped and bounced like invading horses in the holy lands He goes on,We flew out of the city and we landed on the page where Moses split the sea and the Jews marched between those suspended mountains of water, hovering, humming on both sides, and the poor expelled merchants wondered if Moses knew what the fuck he was doing What if his hand got tired and he accidentally dropped his magic cane, or got distracted by a wet desert ass, or lost his sandals, or what if that lush single malt of a God changed his mind again and the fucking Red Sea closed in on them with its menstrual red liquid It s unusual for Fly to have a partner in these imagined sexual literary journeys On most days, he lies down on the magic carpet he inherited from his father and masturbates while traveling to far off lands, fighting in epic wars, crossing rivers, and visiting bathhouses Hage wants to say, naturally, that reading and writing are acts of both inward self absorption and outward imagination I once contemplated becoming a novelist myself, says Fly, but instead I stopped typing and picked up another creative habit that has kept my fingers busy ever since Flying solo on his magic carpet, Fly is free, unleashed from the demands and expectations of others It s an enticing possibility, certainly Fly s visceral need to escape and yet hover nearby is reminiscent of Cosimo, Italo Calvino s twelve year old protagonist of The Baron in the Trees, who escapes his insecure father and pedantic, overbearing mother by going to live in the oaks and walnut and olive trees of the family s estate.The problem with masturbation as escape perhaps not unlike living in the trees is that it s ultimately unsatisfactory the act may evoke powerful sensations, even feelings of the eternal, but emotionally it s limiting And that s the problem with this book Hage is a truthteller Fly as a child in the circus was employed as a discerner of secrets But for all of his ability to clarify, break down, and isolate the undercurrents and deficiencies of society, Carnival lacks emotional depth and nuance Indeed, Hage s love of literature gets in the way he s too busy making clever references to other writers and books and he puts too much faith in the conceit of the liberal, wise, compassionate, open minded, and yet non believing writer as a foil to small mindedness, greed, and stupidity But the great force of literature is its ability to explore the short sighted and parochial nature of man and not condemn it.This is not to say Carnival s characters lack depth The plot centers on Otto, an empathetic, but highly dogmatic political activist, who is Fly s accomplice righting wrongs against amoral CEOs of multi national corporations, vapid rich kids, and pathological psychiatrists But Otto, a victim of society, breaks down and commits a horrible act Hage portrays Otto s descent with evenhanded care and love We are capable of harm, concludes Fly.Hage has written Carnival, his third novel, entirely in monologue, a difficult form Fly s voice alone has to sustain the reader, who also must feel terrific empathy for Fly the author doesn t deliver Hage seems to admire the Hungarian novelist Bohumil Hrabal, one of the many authors he refers to in the text But Hrabal was a capable of delivering monologue that was outrageous but also hilarious and very, very sad.One problem is that Otto s earnest moralism invades Fly s own language this has the effect of distancing the reader Moreover, the monologue is filled with predictable, and therefore uninteresting, condemnation of miscreants, polluters, suburbanites, Catholic priests, and even lawns When Fly brings a pair of typical beer bingeing sports fans to his prostitute friend Linda and the encounter falters for the poor behavior of the Johns , Fly beats them up.There was nothing in the news about tourists getting robbed, fucked, or punished Idiots like that are usually too proud to admit defeat They just go and get drunk and numb their wounds and the next day go to the gym and pump iron and check their muscles in the mirror There is no mirror that they pass and do not greet with a flex of biceps or the slow landing of a leg Inflated balloons with broken cords, always walking as if they are taking their first step on the moon.Contrast this withering assessment with the nuanced tone of the take out of a similar scene from Calvino s The Baron in the Trees Here, Cosimo s brother, the narrator, describes the outcome of an episode in which Cosimo s love interest Viola, known as the Sinforosa, has duped the band of urchin boys who also live in the trees.What happened afterward was difficult to understand the Sinforosa s betrayal seemed to have been twofold partly her having invited them into her own garden to eat fruit and then getting them beaten up by her servants and then her having made a favorite of one of them, a certain Bel Lor who was still jeered at it for it and another, a certain Ugasso, at the same time, and set them against each other One of these episodes or some episode like these or all these episodes together had caused a break between the Sinforosa and the band, and now they talked of her with a bitterness mingled with regret.Hage, who was born in Lebanon and lives in Montreal, is profoundly interested in the global forces that bear down on society his book attempts to take account of the impact on people of migration, racism, and global capitalism It consistently sides with the losers, even when they commit horrendous crimes But Hage makes a mistake, it seems to me, in devising an escapist narrative to confront the dysfunction that s only grounded in an imaginary city if it s Montreal, I don t quite recognize it during the bloated week of carnival This disconnection became apparent to me toward the end of the book, when over the course of a few days a number of taxi drivers are murdered Each killing is described in detail, somewhat in the fashion of Roberto Bola o s clinical description of murdered factory girls in the masterpiece 2666 Hage s account of the taxi murders made me think of Bola o that was Hage s point, I imagine, in this novel about books and reading but also long for Bola o s emotional precision and his simultaneous attention to the sad, hollowed out cry of anyone attempting to live.


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