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  • Paperback: 220 pages
  • Publisher: Counterpoint; 1 edition (March 16 2007)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1593761430
  • ISBN-13: 978-1593761431
  • Product Dimensions: 14.7 x 1.4 x 20.9 cm
  • Shipping Weight: 363 g
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From Publishers Weekly

The latest engaging, indefinable work from Markson (Vanishing Point) proves to be something between a writer's commonplace book and La Rochefoucauld's satirically aphoristic Maxims. A set of absorbing factoids and musings—from and about a variety of literary and historical notables—comprise his narrator's last novel. With a delight in experimentation, Markson manages to insinuate a sober narrative voice between and among the words of the greats. After a quote from Eugene V. Debs (Nobody can be nobody) comes a telling moment of clarification about his own text's aim: Novelist's personal genre. For all its seeming fragmentation, nonetheless obstinately cross-referenced and of cryptic interconnectivity syntax. Indeed, the quotations, separated by a poetic amount of white space, read smoothly one after the other. Most are only a few lines long, and they range from bons mots by famous writers (Rousseau: The man who eats in idleness what he has not earned is a thief) to the writerly non sequitur (Napoleon was five feet six inches tall). Old age, defeat and death emerge as leitmotifs, underscored by statements of the places and dates of various authors' deaths, and, slowly, of the narrator's own poverty and loneliness. Markson's dark fragments are, paradoxically, a joy to sift and ponder.
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From Booklist

"Is there one major Dostoevsky novel in which no one commits suicide?" "Lenin played tennis." These trivia bits and much more fill the pages of Markson's latest experimental work, a hybrid novel and fun-fact compendium that will have many rushing for their Bartlett's and others clutching their skulls in despair. There is an aged protagonist named Novelist who periodically pops up among the anecdotes and quotations, often to comment wearily on his depression, and Markson uses this sort-of character to create a sort of tension--who is Novelist, and why is he or she obsessed with gossip, coincidences, facetiae, and death? Literary sleuths might find satisfaction in Markson's sporadic clues, but some will find that the book too closely resembles a cleverly sequenced quote-a-day desk calendar. Most intriguing (and problematic) is Markson/Novelist's tendency to anticipate reader complaints, a tactic that could engage fans of meta-lit but aggravate those tired of blog-style self-consciousness. There's a lulling beauty here--and a crackling wit, too--but readers will have to ask themselves: Does the end of this "seminonfictional semifiction" justify the means? Daniel Krause
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12 of 14 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa0fb6624) out of 5 stars A NEW SEMINONFICTIONAL SEMIFICTION July 8 2007
By William M. - Published on
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Markson's works consist of short factoids about artists' (including writers, poets, painters, etc.) births, deaths, and strange or unusual experiences. Wedged in among these are bits of a storyline about an novelist who is writing his last book. Markson's game is to have fewer and fewer of these bits of authorial storyline in each novel while still creating the impression that there is a fictional author behind the factoids you are reading. It's a bit tough to explain. I recommend that you use Amazon's "look inside" feature and read the first few pages. If you like them, I expect you will enjoy the entire novel. Recommended.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa1364498) out of 5 stars Fantastic Book Nov. 16 2012
By SecretAgentX - Published on
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I found this book in the "Employee's Suggestions" shelf in Portland's Powell's a number of years ago, and when it was lost amid various moves I had to replace it. The book is enchanting. A perfect blend between a book of quotes, historical tidbits, and a novel. Extremely witty and an intelligent collection, this book will give you fodder for small-talk for ages.
7 of 9 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa118512c) out of 5 stars Markson smartly updated a biblical characterization: "Now Barrabas was a book reviewer." April 12 2009
By Midwest Book Review - Published on
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The underappreciated US writer Gilbert Sorrentino wrote:

"The critic is either subsumed in his criticism, the latter becoming, relentlessly and imperceptibly, a kind of natural effusion of the collective intelligence; or he is forever identified as "the one who said that..." and reviled for such rank stupidity. Either way, he is denied his reality, becoming in the first instance a public idea that everybody held all the time, and in the second, an idiot whose pronouncements are contemptible when they are not hilarious."

David Markson in his latest work agrees with Sorrentino as he instructs and test reviewers, and other readers. "Novelist's personal genre. In which part of the experiment is to continue keeping him offstage to the greatest extent possible - while compelling the attentive reader to perhaps catch his breath when things achieve an ending nonetheless." Aware of how pompous that may sound, and how difficult the task is, Markson immediately follows with: "Conclusions are the weak point of most authors. George Eliot said." "The Last Novel" is constituted of notes and quotations, which seem random, but they reveal their depth through repetition and elaboration. Certain threads - painting ("If more than ten percent of the population likes a painting it should be burned. Said Shaw."), music ("That scoundrel Brahms. What a giftless bastard! Tchaikovsky's diary says."), and art ("People who actually believe that Christo's tangerine-colored bedsheets fluttering about in New York's Central Park had something even remotely to do with art.") - are of intense interest to the Novelist.

However, a thread that is more consuming combines his loneliness ("Nobody comes. Nobody calls.") with the deaths of historical figures ("Karl Marx died sitting at his desk. Antonin Artaud, sitting up at the foot of his bed.") and friends. Personal remarks by Novelist stand out because they're touching - "Dialing the deceased, in the likelihood that no one would have yet disconnected their answering machines - and contemplating their voices one eerie final time" - or for their sheer ludicrousness: "The presumably apocryphal tale about a production of Othello by touring actors in the nineteenth-century American West - near the last lines of which a cowboy in the audience shot Iago dead on the spot."

"The Last Novel" is the capstone to "Reader's Block" (1996), "This Is Not a Novel" (2001) and "Vanishing Point" (2004). Like those novels, it can be read on its own. The narrator remarks: "Wondering if there is any viable way to convince critics never to use the word tetralogy without also adding that each volume can be readily read by itself?" Markson's long career - which one hopes the title does not indicate is winding up - has given him the experience to devise a DIY review that removes his novel from the hands of Sorrentino's idiot.

Novelist is "Old. Tired. Sick. Alone. Broke. All of which obviously means that this is the last book Novelist is going to write." Liberty "gives Novelist carte blanche to do anything here he damned well pleases." What will be the reaction? "Listen, I bought your latest book. But I quit after about six pages. That's all there is, those little things?" Those who receive his novels free and are paid to review them are even more obtuse. "Reviewers who protest that Novelist has lately appeared to be writing the same book over and over. Like their grandly perspicacious uncles - who groused that Monet had done those damnable water lilies nine dozen times already also."

Those who are less well-read have responded to the veracity of "those little things," and Markson rebuts them sharply: "Reviewers who have accused Novelist of inventing some of his anecdotes and/or quotations - without the elemental responsibility to do the checking that would verify every one of them." That's a just charge that can't be refuted.

"For no reason whatsoever, Novelist has just flung his cat out one of his four-flights-up front windows." This is startling, as well as puzzling. A few pages later all is revealed: "Novelist does not own a cat, and thus most certainly could not have thrown one out a window." (Not quite; not having his own cat doesn't preclude Novelist from throwing some other cat out a window.) "Nonetheless he would lay odds that more than one hopscotching reviewer will be reading carelessly enough here to never notice these two sentences and announce that he did so." That's a neat trick to get a reviewer re-reading - or more precisely, reading in the first place. (Yet Markson himself has been lured by the tendency to read quickly. As he said in an interview with Bookslut in 2005, "all those intellectual bits and pieces in my later books, I've had to do a lot of browsing to hunt them out. At times it's almost gotten me into a habit of skimming instead of seriously reading. It's something I have to fight, repeatedly.")

"Taking no more account of the wind that comes out of their mouths than that which they expel from their lower parts. Leonardo described his response to critics as." Despite this quotation, Markson might have appreciated Catherine Texier's opinion in the "New York Times" that "The Last Novel" is a "tour de force" that "manages to keep us enthralled... and even moved to tears at the end." By the close we are more conscious of Novelist's deepening crisis, and to the emotional resonance of the work. Novelist talks of his economic state, his isolation, the lack of recognition, and the unhappy results of a bone scan. We are brought, with elegance and style, with dry wit and orneriness, to elegy.

But what do I know? In "Vanishing Point" Markson smartly updated a biblical characterization: "Now Barrabas was a book reviewer."

Jeff Bursey
2 of 2 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa1185438) out of 5 stars Don't buy the book on Kindle until it is properly edited March 26 2012
By Geoff, OR - Published on
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I found the contents of this book intriguing, and I may well go back to it for its insights (eg on the origins of Cressida), but it should not have been published on Kindle until the many errors were corrected: presumably these arose as the text was scanned, but there ought to have been a proof-reading process.

Incidentally, the story of the shooting during a performance of Othello was certainly true as far as Stendhal was concerned: he refers to it in his Racine et Shakespeare, (1925) where he locates the incident as taking place in 1822 in Baltimore.
6 of 8 people found the following review helpful
HASH(0xa1170930) out of 5 stars Postmodern Gem Aug. 4 2007
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"The Last Novel" is David Markson's latest artistic triumph over mortality. It luminously demonstrates the author's (or Author's, as he is called in this book) ready wit, wide learning, and acute insights into the predicaments shared by aging artists, scientists, philosophers, and others who must struggle against the bathetic mundanities of life in order to produce their work, more often than not for a world that is incapable or unwilling to appreciate them in any but the most irrelevant terms. Markson is in fine form in this trenchant, memorable piece that one dearly hopes will not be his last.

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