3 of 3 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars
The Illusion of Love May Be More Real Than Realized..., Sep 28 2009
By Glenda A Bixler "Glenda" - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: The Art of Disappearing: A Novel (Hardcover)
This is not the usual romance novel. Ivy Pochoda in The Art of Disappearing presents a fascinating escape into a different world. Whether it is real or imagined is unimportant. It is in the events, the drama, that we find ourselves hoping...
Mel Snow is a textiles consultant; she works with fabrics but also floor coverings, etc., in recommending and designing spatial areas. Her talent is superior; in fact, she selects her materials, often by the song they sing to her. Sometimes the materials call to her and her favorite place is to visit second-hand stores where each costume shares their own individual story. I highlight her story first because once you begin to read, you will be caught up into the magical life surrounding Toby Warring. But, in my opinion, this is really Mel's unique story. Some of us will recognize it as our own; others will simply enjoy it! But either way, you will remember and once again be caught up into the mystique and love that was there.
Mel Snow met Toby in a dingy bar. He said he had been there before, looking for someone for whom he could buy a drink, as he had just done for Mel. It wasn't hard for Mel to fall in love at first sight. And when it was suggested later that they had just won enough money to get married, that is what they did. Two days had past.
Toby's dream is to perform his magic in Las Vegas and since Mel could find work anywhere, they were quickly on their way there. Toby told her that she had brought new life to him and it looked that way, because he was quickly finding a following, mostly women, who had found him in the seedy part of town where gambling was most important to the male customers, but the wives found alternative entertainment. Soon they followed him around, stuffing money in his pockets, buying him drinks. He in turn would grab a bottle and start pouring from that bottle anything that the woman wanted--gin, vodka, scotch--it appeared in their glasses.
It wasn't long after they were married that Toby had confessed that his magic was--different, his magic was real. He used space in other dimensions through which he worked to create his illusions. But when a rabbit disappeared into his top hat, it never came back. One time, many years ago, his beautiful assistant had "disappeared" also. His kind of magic could be dangerous.
Quite a number of individuals also pointed out the danger--pointing out that the danger could involve Mel. They urged her to never become part of one of his magic tricks!
But the excitement, the wonder of his magic drew Mel and she loved the private shows out in the desert, where he used the sand and other earthly elements to perform just for her.
If a fan, a teenager had not fixated on becoming his new assistant, even though she knew that his former one had disappeared, it might have been a happily ever after marriage. But when the fan jumped in between a bullet and the magician and was accidentally killed, Toby realized that his career there was over. Unless...
Travel to Amsterdam with Toby and Mel to possibly start their life over. You'll have to decide whether you risk a return to Vegas, with the magician's latest trick.
A uniquely different illusion of love! Read about Toby and Mel's magical lives in The Art of Disappearing by Ivy Pochoda. You won't be sorry!
G. A. Bixler
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful
4.0 out of 5 stars
The Art of Disappearing, Sep 27 2009
By Erin Jackle - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: The Art of Disappearing: A Novel (Hardcover)
Mel Snow is a traveling textiles consultant, working in Las Vegas, when she meets a magician in a diner. They are married almost instantly. Toby, though, isn't your usual card trick magician. His magic is real. I'm not talking about the wand-waving, Harry Potter style of magic. Toby's magic is the old, ancient magic of a true magician. Someone capable of conjuring from thin air...and someone capable of losing into thin air.
While Mel in enchanted by Toby, she comes to realize that he is haunted by a trick gone wrong. When things start to go wrong again, Mel and Toby flee Las Vegas and take up with some stodgy, old magicians in Amsterdam. It's there that the real journey of Mel and Toby begins. Toby becomes consumed by his magic, and Mel wonders about her place in his world. In the end, Toby and Mel each have a choice to make. But, of course, I'm not going to give that away.
The Art of Disappearing: A Novel is a lovely, enchanting, and haunting read. Ivy Pochoda has a true magic of her own in her writing style, and she weaves her own gorgeous tapestry of a story. Her descriptive use of language combined with the complexity of her storyline make for a truly remarkable read. For me, it's something like a cross between The Time Traveler's Wife and Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell: A Novel. Definitely a unique combination of reality and fantasy that doesn't disappoint. I very much enjoyed this book, and I definitely think it's worth checking out!
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
5.0 out of 5 stars
Magically Written, Aug 27 2010
By WEB - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: The Art of Disappearing: A Novel (Hardcover)
The voice and style of The Art of Disappearing are remarkably mature for a debut novel. The writer never intrudes, and the images appear with no effort on the reader's part. The book has two contrasting settings--Las Vegas and Amsterdam, both evocatively drawn. But for all the craft and artistry of it, the writing is not the main accomplishment. The central character, a woman who has lost a brother and who meets a magician in the Nevada desert and marries him two days later, provides a point of view that raises big questions--like whether love is real or illusion, whether you can ever hold onto the people in your life, and which is more important--the magic you do or the magic you find in others.