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A tall book about a short subject, Jun 19 2007
This review is from: Dwarf (Paperback)
The Dwarf has been described in many of these reviews, so I won't dwell on the events here. The misanthropish dwarf ruminates on life and evil, on Jesus and hatred. He is barely more than two feet tall yet he towers over other men with a meglomaniacal hatred and self justification. Even when he is put in chains he considers himself free. First published in '45 one must consider the lingering effects of the two wars on Lagerkvist as he used the Medici palace as the touchstone for his musings on the way the absolute power corrupts absolutely. This is a quick read, nothing in fancy wordplay to consume the brain, a straightforward diary of events that is interesting although slightly tedious because the dwarf as narrator does not possess a particularly thrilling voice, and it's all we get. There are quite a few contradictions in the writing too, the dwarf apparently sees the stars but then later says he cannot, he can see in dim light beyond the power of men then in other scenes his eyes must adjust. I hate finding such contradictions because it makes me believe the writer just wasn't careful enough with his craft. It's a book that I'd recommend, yet to call it a masterpiece of modern literature is a hyperbole.
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Wicked Little Man, Sep 2 2003
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The book is set as a journal for Piccoline. Not set-up as a diary, where the entries are entered via a date, but more of an account of the events. No chapters, no sections, no representation of passage of time (outside of the events discussed), just new paragraphs double-spaced down with a bolded first capital letter. No dialog, or conversations, aside from the interaction with certain people, but still al woven into the paragraphs and not braking up the pages. This style is nice. It adds a flow to the entire read yet doesn't seem drawn out. Piccoline is one angry little guy. He hates everything there is about humans; being a dwarf he seems himself as a different 'being.' Every smile, laugh, togetherness is nauseating to him. The sole item in his world that he actually respects and idolizes is the prince. In Piccoline's eyes the price can do no wrong and wants to be like him. Because of his job and his devotion, he has the rust of the Prince and Princess, which he eventually uses to his advantage. As a reader you want to sympathize with the character presenting their story, with Piccoline, it's a different story. That is not to say the book isn't good, quite the contrary, I found it very fascinating to see the world through the eyes of a pissing vinegar, angst filled, bitter, mean little man. Some of his actions are unbelievable, but the better you get to know him the more it makes sense. To take part in the evil of a servant dwarf is an adventure all its own. Here, an example: "Then she asked me what I thought of her. I said that I considered her a voluptuous woman and that I was sure that she was one of those who are destined to burn for all enernity in the fires of hell. ...it was natural that the Savior should not listen to her prayers. He had not been crucified for the redemption of such as she." A masterpiece of literature that I think many should read, if you can handle the audacity of this dwarf. Very enjoyable.
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A dark tale about something small and treacherous, May 10 2003
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This dismal book consists of the diary of a fiery, misanthropic dwarf in a city-state in Renaissance Italy. The dwarf's words depict his poisonous and precisely wrathful actions. Consumed with hatred the dwarf feels himself to be clean and all other humans and dwarves, except the most cunning and fiendish of them, to be foul. He is incapable of love and has honed his disgust and loathing into a razor-sharp contempt. He's the sadist we dare not to be. The characters in the book potray the dwarf as one with his master, the prince, and it is rightly so. One of the tragedies of the book is that the prince fails to see this. The whole story and most of the dialogue is allegorical. Although exhibiting reprhensible attitudes, one sees the Dwarf as the hero of the story. At the least you might identify with the sides of yourself mirrored within him. And I assume Pär Lagerkvist meant it to be so. Aside from some slow parts (a war and a feast) the book flows nicely. It's also entertaining to follow the dwarf's reactions to guilt, love, humiliation, art, politics, religion and psychology. Rich images and the Dwarf's personal narrative swallow the reader into a world that still continues... Although mostly allegory "the Dwarf" is a great story in it's own right. This book's message about our lesser parts has something to offer us all.
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