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  • Paperback: 432 pages
  • Publisher: Penguin UK (Feb. 3 2004)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0140276343
  • ISBN-13: 978-0140276343
  • Product Dimensions: 3 x 12.9 x 19.8 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 322 g
  • Average Customer Review: 3.0 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (3 customer reviews)
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By M R M on April 5 2006
Format: Paperback
Smith's second novel seems to have fallen under the radar but shouldn't have been. Fans of her work will recognize the lyrical beauty of her prose - crisp, clear and witty - in The Autograph Man. It's not a sprawling family drama like WT, but an intimate portrait of an almost 30 yr old man and his life's obsession/work.
Alex, the main character, is written with all the years of pain and confusion and neediness that comes with losing a loved one. And his friends, the other brilliant characters in this book, revolve around him as satellites, all trying to help in their own way. Captivating from the start, if you liked White Teeth, you should definitely read The Autograph Man.
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Format: Hardcover
Alex-Li Tandem is the son of a Jewish mother and a Chinese father, and friends with Rubenstine and Adam (all Jewish of different races) from his cheder class. When he is 13, his father takes him and his friends to a wrestling match in Royal Albert Hall, where they meet the shy Joseph, whose own father ridicules him for collecting autographs. It is at this event that Alex's father collapses and dies from a brain tumor.
Fast-forward nearly 30 years, and the 4 boys are still friends. Joseph has gone into insurance sales, but Alex is now a professional "autograph man", selling people's scribbles for money. He has a 10-year relationship with Adam's younger ill sister esther (she had a pacemaker implanted as a child) and the elusive goal of procuring the autograph of the reclusive American movie star of the 1940s, Kitty Alexander. Alex also has head problems and drug problems that lead him to wreck his own car.
As Alex messes, then rights, his own life, it becomes evident that this search for an autograph is really to distract him from other things in his life. The book is captivating with its multiracial cast in modern London, all with the problems of most people and none of the Bridget Jones clones. It is refreshing to read this, it is a work of substance.
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By Shannon on Nov. 21 2002
Format: Hardcover
I wanted so badly to like Smith's second novel The Autograph Man. However,half way through the novel it was becoming more and more difficult to convince myself, that the novel would turn around. Two reasons I decided to give this book one star:
(1) Alex Li-Tandem's character wasn't developed enough, to even make the reader care about his trail of destruction.
(2)The book simply wasn't humerous, and I expected humor, after reading White Teeth which I loved.
I know Smith is coping and trying deal with the themes of celebrity in her sophomore novel, but she she has come up short with the Autograph Man.
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60 of 67 people found the following review helpful
Shockingly Poor July 7 2004
By A. Ross - Published on
Format: Paperback
Many reviewers have written about Zadie Smith's second novel in relation to White Teeth, and seem to come at it with a lot of baggage as a result. Let me just state for the record that I don't have a horse running in the Zadie Smith stakes. I've never read or heard an interview with her, and don't really know anything about her. I read "White Teeth" and mostly enjoyed it, but didn't think it was as brilliant as many others did. I approached this book as a blank slate, without knowing anything about it.
It's not good. In fact, it's pretty bad. If you wanted a textbook example of the literary sophomore slump, here it is. The story concerns Alex-Li Tandem, a half-Chinese, half-Jewish (Tandem... get it?) dealer in autographs. The main plotline concerns his obsession with the fictitious old film star Kitty Alexander and with obtaining one of her ultra-rare autographs. The central theme, however, concerns Alex's inability to ever deal with the sudden death of his father. This death occurs in the excellent prologue, which forms the first tenth of the book and is really the only part worth reading. Covering Alex's childhood visit to a wrestling match at Albert Hall, complete with interesting digression into the venue's history, this section would have made an excellent standalone short story.
Alas, it is followed by 300+ pages of muddled prose populated by characters that are dreadfully flat and uninteresting. Alex is whiny loser, who is unable to connect with the people around him, seeking solace in the bottle, or in his obsession for autographs. He's not particularly likeable (not that this is a prerequisite of good fiction), but no matter how awfully he acts toward them, his friends and acquaintances (everyone he meets in the book, really), are incredibly (in the strictest sense of the word) tolerant and forgiving of him. The reader is given no glimpse whatsoever of what might make Alex worth having as a friend, much less the long-term boyfriend of one gorgeous woman and the occasional lover of another gorgeous woman. None of the supporting cast is written with any distinction, although there are momentary flashes of interest to be had from the legendary prostitute Honey Richardson, fellow autograph men Lovelear and Dove, and most of all, the thug turned milkman.
The story mostly follows Alex's attempt to locate Kitty Alexander, while a parallel story concerns the plans for some kind of Jewish mourning rite for his father. The first offers Smith the chance to try to make some points about celebrity. But this is never explored with any depth or from a new angle, and there are already scores of books which have done this much much better. The second plotline allows Smith to try and say something about religion, or more specifically Judaism. Again, she never commits to this thematic line with any seriousness, and the result is a mish-mash of Kabbalah, confusion over cultural identity, and semi-comic rabbis. Novels about Judaism are a dime a dozen, as are novels about the search for faith, and Smith has added nothing of interest to either realm. The result is a book that's shockingly dull, and written in an embarrassing self-consciously clever style which is rarely (if ever) as witty as Smith so painfully obviously intends it to be. This is an unfortunate work that reads as if Smith was locked in a windowless room, handed the merest shred of a premise, and then told she couldn't leave until she'd written 400 pages. As Alex-Li would say, "Ugh."
13 of 13 people found the following review helpful
Holy Boring book Batman!!! June 9 2004
By Stefan Simmons - Published on
Format: Paperback
On this my third attempt at reading this book, I still can't seem to get pass the lifelessness of the main character. Every attempt to read this book has been painful and each time I have given up.
I have decided to sell it to a bargain book shop in the hope that someone can appreciate it more than I have.
After loving her first book, I was deeply hurt by this one. Nothing, absolutely nothing motivated me to continue reading this book and I have finished some real doorstops in my time.
Sorry Zadie but I just didn't like it at all.
15 of 18 people found the following review helpful
Lager and Loathing Oct. 26 2003
By schapmock - Published on
Format: Paperback
Zadie Smith is such a terrific writer that one isn't immediately aware of how dire her second novel quickly becomes. The sentences still glimmer, but slowy the wit begins to curdle, and eventually turning the pages becomes a struggle.
The opening is spectacular, a superlatively funny and sad miniature that taken as short story far outshines the long novel that follows -- exactly the sort of leap forward one might hope for from the author of White Teeth.
Unfortunately, then comes the rest of the book, focused on Alex-Li, a boy in the prologue, now an aimless young man. The novel seems to intend itself as a comedy of self-loathing: Alex and his friends are cinema-addled, emotionally stunted boy-men incapable of separating media fiction from reality, of connecting to flesh and blood women. While not particularly original, this is a vein that's been successfully mined for decades, and there's plenty of peculiar color in the worlds of autograph men and multicultural British Judaism.
The problem, finally, seems to be that the author identifies not with Alex, but with the put-upon (and predominantly off-stage) women in his life. So the tone is not one of self-loathing, but just, well, loathing. The hectoring feel of the narrative collapses our sympathy for Alex. He's presented as a big loser, no more no less. Eventually we cease to care about him, and all the jokes in the world can't help that.
By it's end, the novel disintegrates into pure, frantic farce -- a big disappointment from such a distinctive writer -- but it won't stop me from reading the next one.
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful
Entertainingly Shallow Celebration of Hybridity Aug. 22 2008
By Fairweatherassult - Published on
Format: Paperback
This is the first Zadie Smith novel that I've read; and that may be unfortunate, as I'm not really in the mood to try another. Surely this is not her finest -- but the overall effect was so muddled, that I'd rather try something else.

The narrative framework of this novel appropriates philosophical systems from two traditions. The first half of the novel adopts the Kabbalistic tree of life, its ten sefirot or spheres. In case the too-obvious symbolism doesn't make an impact on you, Smith makes its patently simple by naming each chapter after each sefirah. If even that's too difficult, Smith provides several Kabbalistic diagrams, which look like they were photocopied from Madonna's notebook. Believe me, Smith's knowledge of Jewish philosophy is about as deep as the red-strings those Hollywood stars wear around their wrists.

The second half of the novel (highlighting the main character's Chineseness) derive its titles from the 'Riding the Bull' sketches, made famous in the west by beatnik Buddhists in the sixties. Following the same old mistake that Buddhism and 'Zen' are synonymous, our Chinese hero (who strangely uses Japanese vocabulary to discuss religion) learns to transcend self, with a lot of slapstick along the way.

The split-framework is intended to highlight the divided heritage of the Chinese-Jewish main character, whose hybrid background allows for endless quips and innuendoes about purity and providence in determining one's political/racial identity. On this theme, Smith is glib rather than insightful. This to me is the most disappointing part of the work: considering the heated debate about intermarriage in Jewish culture, and considering the authoritarian ways that Han Chinese maintain their ethnic dominance in China, and considering that mixed race is a natural, intriguing reality of human evolution . . . there's potential here for some really insightful studies about how collective identities aren't all they're supposed to be. Smith takes the easy route of the comedy of manners, however, and leaves little lasting and rewarding by doing so.

Secularists will no doubt delight at the many jokes made at religion's expense. I enjoy funny humour as well, even if it means taking down spiritual pretensions a few notches. But it's clear Smith's understanding of both Judaism and Chinese culture are woefully superficial. Call it the zeitgeist of the 21st century, but now people feel confident in appropriating thousand year old philosophies after a couple of Google searches. It's embarrassing gimcrack. Smith won't get into trouble for it . . . not many can be bothered to call her bluff, and mimicry now readily passes for authenticity . . . or maybe people just don't care anymore. Perhaps these novels seek to show that tradition is, really , fragmented to pieces -- and all that's left is us is to use the shards as punchlines. But I still think it's silly. I. B. Singer, who actually had a command of this stuff, brilliantly wove humour and piety together -- substantially and memorably. Smith's Judaism reads like a Seinfeld skit. The 'Zen' stuff reads the same way. Flimsy, fluttering, forgettable.

The comedy keeps coming, however. Our hero likes to collect autographs, and he enjoys sex, so you can see where that'll end up. Each autograph he collects links to an aspect of the Kabbalah. Again, if you weren't clever enough to detect that, Smith provides a handy chart on the inside cover so you can appreciate how brilliant the overall design is. And so he collects more autographs, and has more funny moments about his Chineseness, etc, etc. The missing crown of Kether relates to the dead father of the protagonist. It's easier to collect pen scratches of the famous than to connect to our flesh and blood. OH, I GET IT. THANKS.

NOTE: Three books which, in a far more informed and ingenious way, used puzzle-like structures to enhance plot mechanics:

Milorad Pavic: 'Landscape Painted with Tea': based on crossword puzzles.
Arturo Perez-Reverte: 'The Flanders Panel': based on a visual art piece as well as chess. BRILLIANTLY DONE.
Pearl Abraham: 'The Seventh Beggar': based on an allegory by R. Nachman of Breslov. Here, actually knowing a lot about the Jewish faith and its customs makes all the difference.

Compared to these works, this book read like a last-minute science project, put together in haste with minimal research.

As a final note of sincere caution, and some of you might know where I'm coming from on this: Smith liberally uses the Hebrew name of ha-Shem throughout this work in casual and haphazard ways. Don't take the book into the toilet with you, if you know what I mean. Most Jews won't raise a fuss about this rather cheap and lame experiment with Hebrew fonts; Smith can be grateful that she didn't riff on certain other religions, who get very upset if you use their sacred name for God so casually.
5 of 5 people found the following review helpful
boring Jan. 22 2004
By A Customer - Published on
Format: Paperback
I have been trying to get through this book for a month. The first chapter was pretty good but since then I have not been able to motivate myself to sit down and read it. I am at page 100 and after reading the other reviews I am giving up. It just has not caught my interest. I don't care what happens to the characters. A boring read.

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