The Lower River Hardcover – Jun 1 2012
Customers Who Viewed This Item Also Viewed
No Kindle device required. Download one of the Free Kindle apps to start reading Kindle books on your smartphone, tablet, and computer.
To get the free app, enter your e-mail address or mobile phone number.
"Theroux’s practiced hand in the matter of dialogue and scene-making is strongly in evidence....It’s a particular kind of frightening fun to watch evil flexing and spreading its leathery wings, and really feel it. The Lower River gives the reader just that." -- The New York Review of Books "The Lower River is riveting in its storytelling and provocative in its depiction of this African backwater, infusing both with undertones of slavery and cannibalism, savagery and disease. Theroux exposes paternalism in Hock’s Peace Corps nostalgia, his ‘sense of responsibility, almost a conceit of ownership.’ That sense of responsibility, and Hock’s modest contribution to the welfare of a people he was once genuinely fond of, has been replaced by a harsher mode of operation, run by coldhearted contractors living apart in impregnable compounds. ‘I have to leave,’ Hock pleads. ‘I’m going home.’ To which the village headman replies, with chilling menace, ‘This is your home, father.’ " -- New York Times Book Review
About the Author
PAUL THEROUX is the author of many highly acclaimed books. His novels include The Lower River and The Mosquito Coast, and his renowned travel books include Ghost Train to the Eastern Star and Dark Star Safari . He lives in Hawaii and Cape Cod."See all Product Description
What Other Items Do Customers Buy After Viewing This Item?
Top Customer Reviews
Looking at the highly appreciative and admiring reviews on amazon.com and elsewhere, I realize that I may be in a small minority to regard this book mostly as a fictionalized version of chpaters from Theroux's travel book Dark Star Safari: Overland from Cairo to Capetown, where he describes his return to a remote region of Malawi that looks and feels very much like Malabo. Not surprisingly, the novel draws on the author's personal experiences, both as a traveler in the early twenty first century and as a Peace Corps volunteer there in his younger years. These close ties to physical realities, increased by the detailed descriptions of places and landscapes, make it difficult for this reader to conceive THE LOWER RIVER as a work of fiction alone.Read more ›
Call it an author’s revenge. If you follow Paul Theroux, you’ll know that he has criticized Western relief efforts in Africa, arguing they represent a band-aid-to-the-dying approach and don’t go toward long term improvements. Not surprisingly, he’s been called out by philanthropists and others. The charge? Theroux doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
Only he does. He’s written a lot about Africa, including two travel narratives, and his My Secret History describes (we guess, because it’s fiction, sort of) his time spent in Uganda in the ‘60s. And this novel, a fictionalized ethnography, a horror story with echoes of Conrad and Naipul, shows us just how much he knows, and we are enlightened and appalled. There’s no arguing with the novel. It does what op-ed pieces and a travel narratives do not; it shows us culture as local, as personal, as terrible. The Lower River is a damned good read. Anyone who’s ever traded in their home context for another one, anybody who’s played amateur anthropologist, anybody who's ever thought, 'What these people need....' ought to relate. The pages breathe with detail and the story seeps into your consciousness. The pages, as they say, practically turn by themselves. Read this book, and then read more Paul Theroux books. You can’t go wrong.
Troy Parfitt is the author Why China Will Never Rule the World.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews on Amazon.com (beta)
This bit of biography is the basis of the story of "The Lower River," a novel that is a riveting adventure story, a meditation on what constitutes happiness, and a satirical skewering of the culture of dependency fostered by well-meant philanthropy. It is the tale of Ellis Hock, a man in his sixties who, unhappy in his own life, decides to return to the village in Malawi where he had been happy once, long ago. Like many of Theroux's characters, Hock has a bit of Theroux's own life attached to him; he owns a store in Medford, Massachusetts, where Theroux grew up, and inhabits, post-divorce, a condo in a building that once served as Medford High School.
Ellis Hock may resemble Paul Theroux in some of the details, but he is decidedly not the acerbic writer himself. Hock is touching and vulnerable in his sadness and in his optimism that happiness can be found in a place. In his return to Malabo, the village where he had been a teacher, he equips himself with everything he will need: clothes, a sturdy bag, plenty of money, a few essential contacts, and photocopies of his passport. He reaches the remote village intent on doing good. Instead, he finds himself at the center of a set of circumstances that reads like a thriller, complete with complex plots and near-escapes.
So fine and so compelling is this novel (and yes, it's the kind that demands to be picked up repeatedly until you are done reading it) that I am reluctant to say much more about the plot. So know that this is a story full of illusions, lies and brilliant detail. There is the NGO "Agence Anonyme," with its food donations and celebrity visits; there is the village composed entirely of and ruled by children, whose parents have been lost to "eddsi" (AIDS). The false humility of Manyenga, the village chief, may put you in mind of a character from Conrad. In fact, you'll have to decide for yourself how much has changed--or if anything has changed at all--since Conrad's own journey up the Congo river more than 120 years ago, the journey that was the basis of "Heart of Darkness."
For those who enjoy Theroux, his latest novel does not disappoint. In fact, it soars.
Once again, we are treated to an anti-hero who is forced to meet his overblown expectations head-on. And once again there are tendrils of Theroux's own life: Ellis Hock, like Theroux himself, hails from Medford, Massachusetts and spent time in the backwaters of Malawi as a teacher during a tender age.(Theroux was actually dismissed from the Peace Corps for becoming involved in Malawi's politics).
Now, forty years later, Hock's business and marriage have failed, his daughter has revealed her avarice, and he decides to return to The Lower River - the poorest part of a poor country and home of the superstitious Sena people.
The ensuing tale - a tale of salvation and damnation, evocative of Heart of Darkness or Lord of the Flies - is downright hypnotic. Hock is known as the man who handles snakes in a village that fears them; this tale, too, grips around the reader, holding tight, not letting go. Hock "did not want to think that Africa was hopeless." But in reality, "the school would remain a roofless shell, a nest of snake, the office a hideout for the orphan boys, the clinic a ruin."
The plot twists are so intriguing that I don't even want to allude to them; suffice to say that Theroux delves deeply into whether a healthy interest in a different culture can coincide with the arrogance and egotism that we bring to that culture. "What do you want? I'm from America. I can get food, I can find money for you," Hock says, when placed in a potentially dangerous situation. Yet as he later discovers, "You come with money to the poor, and they are so frenzied by hunger that all they see is the money. They never see your face, and so when the money is gone, you are revealed as mere flesh: a surprise. They don't know you."
The most riveting parts of the story are the power plays between Hock and Manyenga, the cynical and sniveling village chief, who oppresses him with meaningless gestures of honor, baring to the core what he believes the mzungo "divinity" - the white man - is all about. There is much to mull over: "This looks such a simple place. But no, everyone lies, so you can't know it all...If you're hungry, you will do everything, you will agree to anything, you will say anything." Once more, Theroux has masterfully displayed a clash of the cultures and their false expectations.
Ellis Hock is an American "everyman," a retired mens' clothier in his sixties who - following an unpleasant divorce from his wife of many years, plus the estrangement of his adult daughter, as well as the loss of his family home - feels compelled to retreat from the society in which he was never truly happy nor to which he feels he ever really belonged.
Hock's deepest and most private desire during the past forty years of living the successful but unfulfilling American Dream in Medford, Massachusetts, has been to return to the remote village in one of the poorest and most under-developed countries in Africa, Malawi, where he was a respected and much-loved teacher for the Peace Corp. It was there during the 1960s in the village of Malabo where Hock was the happiest and most contented in his life... and it is there where he is now destined, to Malabo, the only place Ellis Hock has left to go. Hock will return to the Lower River, to "the measure of his happiness."
I am an armchair escapist greatly attracted to literary travel experiences, so Ellis Hock's journey back to the Lower River (reflecting Theroux's own experiences in Malawi) had me intensely fascinated and thoroughly engaged. No, it is more accurate to say that the impassive cruelty of Theroux's unsympathetic realism snared me, took me in its jaws, sunk its teeth into me and dragged me along with it, never releasing me until the last page and that final sentence were reached. Theroux stole my breath. He not only took me to the malarial setting of Malawi but made me feel every brutal reality that Hock was to encounter there.
THE LOWER RIVER is a hero's journey of Conradian richness - raw, exotic and intimate to read. It is rather evocative of Joseph Campbell's "hero's journey" but in a photonegative kind of way, in which the light and the dark are in inverse relation to Campbell's original model. Joe Campbell organized the hero's journey into three sections: "Departure" or the hero's adventure prior to the quest; "Initiation" or the hero's many adventures along the way; and "Return" which involves the hero's return home with knowledge acquired along the journey.
This is also the pattern of Hock's adventure but as Theroux's humid narrative penetrates deeper and deeper into the dark territory of a desperate and dangerous Malawi, Hock's journey on the Lower River leads not to a decisive victory won by the hero, with the hero returning with great power to bestow boons upon his fellow man...no, it leads to desperation, degradation, disintegration and death.
This is a novel of psychological penetration, moral perceptibility, and symbolic power. Hock, the white "everyman" is brought face to face with corruption and despair at the very heart of humanity. "He had come here as a man, with willingness and money, assured of meeting friends and...with a confidence that amounted almost to a sense of superiority." But this proves to become his tragic mistake.
Theroux's treatment of the Sena people of Malawi is realistic without being pandering. "They were not diabolical; they were desperate. But desperation made them cruel and casual."
THE LOWER RIVER is a novel of character complexity with strong undercurrents of social issues. Hock says: "As soon as I arrived the other day, I felt rejuvenated, as I had when I first came here. It's strange the power a white person feels in Africa. It should be the opposite, feeling like the odd man out. But no, a kind of strength is attributed to us."
Hock's self-perception, running parallel with all the white persons' assumptions about their roles in Africa, is challenged in this novel. It is a theme with the intensity of the African sun, fierce and inescapable, but above all, undeniably important. The Lower River is a gripping and haunting but relevant novel... of the most serious purpose.
Theroux's novel "The Lower River" chronicles in the abstract some of Theroux's experiences teaching in Africa. He does this through the exploits of the main character Ellis Hock who had taken a similar trek in life as part of the Peace Corps. Through Ellis Hock, Theroux visualizes "the school[s] where we taught 40 years ago are now in ruins - covered with graffiti, with broken windows, standing in tall grass. Money will not fix this." - For "[T]hey will eat your money and then they will eat you." And it is through this disillusionment that Ellis Hock will become captive to his past, figuratively and literally. Theroux's novel is fundamentally structured in two parts; the one being the story itself the other being Theroux's passion about the underlying destructiveness of misguided largess that reduced a people to be "changed, disillusioned, shabby, lazy, dependent, blaming, [and] selfish" a theme not lost in its similarities to current events in European countries like Spain, France and Greece today.
The story in main is about one Ellis Hock; one of life's losers adrift in a world he can't seem to relate to; someone who sees his life having ended, facing a failed marriage, a failed business and a failure as a father and who now yearns for an earlier time when he was a teacher in Africa for the Peace Corps. Ellis returns to the place in Africa called the Lower River, where he once found happiness and contentment only to discover that all has changed. A witless Hock becomes a pawn and captive in the struggle for survival in a place he no longer understands and a place from which he cannot escape.
Theroux's novel is a fascinating and engaging work. His characters of Ellis Hock and Sena tribal leader Menyanga are tuned to provide a spider and fly sort of plot that will keep the reader on edge right up to the final conclusion.
I highly recommend you add this novel to your reading list and rate it "memorable".
The problem I have with this novel is that Theroux has abandoned any sense of craft that he once had as an author. Each chapter could have the phrase "Okay, where was I?" inserted in the beginning and it would be more clear that we are reading the ramblings of an old man speaking the story into some recording device. Scenes are redundant and drawn out in a way that is neither eloquent nor visually stunning. Without the craft, the narrative is at best a short story that becomes boring as a novel.