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4.0étoiles sur 5
Beauty is in the Eye, Janv. 4 2001
This novel is a peripheral view of monsters. One monster being Honeybuzzard, the nasty showy boy who routs through abandoned buildings and takes girls for granted. And the other is the once beautiful girl who has been horribly disfigured and looms in the background of much of this novel as a threatening figure. We see this through Morris, the good-natured but morally corrupt man who tends to mix himself up in trouble. This book introduces a lot of the central themes Angela Carter works with in her later novels. What is truly poignant about it is its setting in the counties of England in a place Carter will depart from and never return in her worldly travels of fiction. Although all of her fiction is concerned with the ways in which women are perceived and treated by society, this novel is the most concerned with an awareness of the violence which accompanies the feminine. The monsters are, as always, really storybook characters, the big bad wolf chasing little red riding hood. But, again like always, under Carter's hand they are not so plastic as that. Each character is innocent and guilty, virtuous and corrupt, powerful and weak. It is because we hold within us these binaries that we are human and so sympathetically related to all the characters of the fairy tales because we have the capacity within us for extreme emotions. Honeybuzzard says: "I like - you know - to slip in and out of me. I would like to be somebody different every morning. Me and not me. I would like to have a cupboard bulging with all different bodies and faces and choose a fresh one every morning." The identities that people wear shift constantly and if we aren't attentive to the way in which they change we will be damaged. The mystery of this novel is not the morality of the terrible deformation of the woman, but whether she is truly beautiful or ugly. And, of course, she and we are both.
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5.0étoiles sur 5
A different but impressive first novel, Mars 6 2000
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"Shadow Dance" is purportedly an atypical Angela Carter novel. It isn't about a make-believe world of magic and fantasy that's ruled by freaks and half humans but starkly rooted in the crumbling order of lower class society in an unnamed English town where bloody minded beatniks, thieves and loafers are the dominant human specimen. Carter's first novel is boldly contemporary, dealing with issues confronting a society that's undergoing a radical change of values and throwing its inhabitants into a perpetual state of anomie, where the old sits uncomfortably alongside the new. Hence, you have poor old Edna driving Morris bonkers with her resident martyr act which only serves to unleash the lurking cruelty beneath the subterranean of his mind. Contrast this with Emily's ruthless and singleminded focus on the here and now. Honeybuzzard's criminal instincts and his lack of moral centre is both frightening and damning in its implications for a society still finding its new equilibrium. Even Morris, Honeybuzzard's alter ego and quite the only character with any conscience at all capitulates and abandons his quest for justice. "Shadow Dance" is an impressive first novel by the celebrated Carter. Her heady and razor sharp facility with words lends that extra zing to this coming-of-age tale of cruelty. It won't be long before I tackle one of her later works which promises to be different but equally entertaining.
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4.0étoiles sur 5
Don't start here!, Sep 28 1999
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If you've never read anything by Angela Carter, don't start here. Shadow Dance is a decent read with some arresting and haunting images and situations, and it won a major book prize, but it's not "typical Carter", and if it had been the first of her books I'd read, I probably wouldn't have been interested in reading any others. Like several of her other early novels, it's basically a character study of the people surrounding a disruptive personality. In this case, there are two terribly vicious people (Honeybuzzard and Ghislaine, his victim), and a circle of pub companions and their families in a depressed British city. It's told through the eyes of Morris, Honeybuzzard's best friend and sometimes alter-ego, who is occasionally appalled by his companion's behaviour, can't quite manage to be as terrible, and finds himself consumed with guilt when he tries. It's worth watching the sparks fly, but the novel is nothing more or less than a beautifully-written soap opera. Carter did THAT better a few years later in "Love", which is mercilessly gorgeous and sharply nasty, and quite a bit shorter than "Shadow Dance". Her fans will absolutely and categorically want to read "Shadow Dance", and it *is* worth the time, but if you're not a fan yet, pick up "Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories" instead.
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