Thursday, 14 May 2009

The Double

Title: The Double

Author: Jose Saramago

Number of pages: 304

Started: 6 May 2009

Finished: 14 May 2009

Opening words:

The man who has just come into the shop to rent a video bears on his identity card a most unusual name, a name with a classical flavor that time has staled, neither more nor less than Tertuliano Máximo Afonso. The Máximo and the Afonso, which are in more common usage, he can just about tolerate, depending, of course, on the mood he's in, but the Tertuliano weighs on him like a gravestone and has done ever since he first realized that the wretched name lent itself to being spoken in an ironic, potentially offensive tone. He is a history teacher at a secondary school, and a colleague had suggested the video to him with the warning, It's not exactly a masterpiece of cinema, but it might keep you amused for an hour and a half. Tertuliano Máximo Afonso is greatly in need of stimuli to distract him, he lives alone and gets bored, or, to speak with the clinical exactitude that the present day requires, he has succumbed to the temporary weakness of spirit ordinarily known as depression. To get a clear idea of his situation, suffice it to say that he was married but can no longer remember what led him into matrimony, that he is divorced and cannot now bring himself to ponder the reasons for the separation. On the other hand, while the ill-fated union produced no children who are now demanding to be handed, gratis, the world on a silver platter, he has, for some time, viewed sweet History, the serious, educational subject which he had felt called upon to teach and which could have been a soothing refuge for him, as a chore without meaning and a beginning without an end. For those of a nostalgic temperament, who tend to be fragile and somewhat inflexible, living alone is the harshest of punishments, but, it must be said, such a situation, however painful, only rarely develops into a cataclysmic drama of the kind to make the skin prick and the hair stand on end. What one mostly sees, indeed it hardly comes as a surprise anymore, are people patiently submitting to solitude's meticulous scrutiny, recent public examples, though not particularly well known and two of whom even met with a happy ending, being the portrait painter whom we only ever knew by his first initial, the GP who returned from exile to die in the arms of the beloved fatherland, the proofreader who drove out a truth in order to plant a lie in its place, the lowly clerk in the Central Registry Office who made off with certain death certificates, all of these, either by chance or coincidence, were members of the male sex, but none of them had the misfortune to be called Tertuliano, and this was doubtless an inestimable advantage to them in their relations with other people. The shop assistant, who had already taken down from the shelf the video requested, entered in the log book the title of the film and the day's date, then indicated to the customer the place where he should sign.

You can read more of the book here.

Plot summary:

What happens when Tertuliano Maximo Afonso, a 38-year-old professor of history, discovers that there is a man living in the same city who is identical to him on every physical detail, but not related by blood at all. And what happens when each of these men attempt to investigate each other's lives? How do we know who we are? What do we mean by identity? What defines us as individual, unique people? Could we ever come to terms with the existence of another person with our voice, our features, our everything, down to the smallest distinguishing mark? Could we change places with our double without those closest to us noticing? Dark yet comic, Jose Saramago's new novel can be read as an existential thriller, but it is above all a work of literature that immerses us in the essential questions of life. It is certain to become a 21st-century classic.

What I thought:

This was a weird, but enjoyable book. It did take a bit of getting used to the writing style. Sentences ran on for more than a page and conversations which ran on with no indication of when the person speaking changed. But it was an interesting plot and one that was written in an engaging way. A good book that considered the somewhat unusual subject of what happens when you find your exact double out there…


Sarah said...

Brilliant! I am noticing that your review, as mine of Saramago, features words like weird and unusual, 'writing style...' Different books, same methods.

Love the way your 'opening words' go on almost indefinitely!

But you don't sound confused. You should definitely read Death at Intervals, and then you can explain it to me?

Random Reflections said...

It certainly was a book that you had to get used to. I think I read it while I was on holiday and it wasn't the sort of book you could sit down and relax with. I think I found it hard work to begin with but then warmed to it.

I don't think I was confused by the book. I think it had a slightly freaky ending, but I think it was clear what happened (I think...)

BUT, I shall track down a copy of Death at Intervals and give it a go and let you know what I think. I might not be able to explain it either though!