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Context: Finished this book off and read most of it under the haus win shelter at Nobnob in Madang, PNG. |
REVIEW
This is a curious little book about a man called Michael K. Although the title indicates that it is about his “life,” it is actually focussed on a relatively short period of his life during a period of civil war in South Africa. The story really begins when Michael has to take his sickening mother back to her hometown so that she can die. She passes away before they can get there though and the journey then becomes one of pilgrimage for him as he attempts to return his mother’s ashes to her birthplace. Eventually, surviving on virtually nothing, he is picked up by soldiers and interned in a work camp from which he vanishes.
But, of course, this is in no way at all what the story is about. This is simply the framework for an exploration into what life, at its very essence is really all about. I kind of liked it although I got the feeling that I was simply swimming across the surface of the vast unfathomable depths of this novel.
Michael is truly an amazing character. He gets thinner and thinner and survives on less and less so that, as the novel develops, he takes on a kind of supra-human form. This ability to transcend physical limitations and appetites that motivate the rest of us lends him the air of a kind of guru or bodhisattva. This makes an impression on absolutely no one except for the doctor who treats him and attempts to save his life in the hospital of one of the labour camps he is interned in. One section of the novel relates this by switching the focus of the narrative entirely from the third person to the first person as the doctor reflects on the impact of Michael on him.
The novel goes through a remarkable number of stages for such a short piece of writing. There’s the violent episode in the city which catapults Michael and his mother out on their trajectory. Then there is the journey to her birthplace. This is followed by the beginnings of Michael’s solitude and introspection. Then there are the camp narratives, the doctor’s own story and then Michael’s return to where he lived with his mother. This contains some very strange happenings as he reintegrates, sort of, into modern life. As befitting such a character, there is no real ending of any typical sort.
The quotes below, for me, really capture both the content and ephemeral style of the novel. I hope they give you an idea of what it’s like. I think it really tries to investigate the spiritual side of ourselves. However, I don’t hold that spirituality exists at the expense of the physical. This is an Enlightenment duality which I don’t accept. Thus, there’s no reason why, in my mind, Michael should move closer to spiritual understanding as he virtually starves himself or why the doctor should find his education and material possessions a barrier to deeper spirituality. On the contrary, I believe that true spirituality is holistic, able to find its expression through every aspect of our beings whether we eat or whether we don’t. Thus, while I appreciated Coetzee’s attempt to explore this, I thought the device was flawed at a most fundamental level.
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Key: Legacy | Plot / toPic | Characterisation / faCts | Readability | Achievement
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I adored this book, too. Have you read Disgrace by this same author? I did a review of this book, too, some time ago and need to freshen it up. It’s at: http://www.brittybooks.com/the-life-and-times-of-michael-k-by-jm-coetzee All my best to you! Britty
I have indeed read Disgrace and very much “enjoyed” it if that is the right word to use. It was in fact the very first book that ever appeared on Arukiyomi back in December 2006:
http://johnandsheena.co.uk/books/?p=4