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Vladimir by Julia May Jonas

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victaphone's review

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sad tense slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? No
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

2.0

It felt like not much happened.
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issyd23's review against another edition

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challenging dark emotional funny mysterious reflective relaxing sad tense slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? It's complicated
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.0

Immensely captivating with a disappointing & rushed ending. Gives ‘I Love Dick’ by Chris Kraus energy 3❤️‍🔥

NB Personally disagreed with 90% of the protagonists’ thoughts & actions + her critiques of feminism, consent & cancel culture in a post me too era - but worth reading.
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breekeeler's review against another edition

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slow-paced

3.0

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amanda02143's review against another edition

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dark funny mysterious tense medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? A mix
  • Strong character development? It's complicated
  • Loveable characters? It's complicated
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

4.5

Incredible writing.  As an academic, so much of the setting and drama felt eerily accurate. Small town life, department and college politics, energetic new faculty vs the old guard, the changing norms and culture and the accompanying complications. The narrator, too, is very relatable in all her neuroses and flaws. Accomplished, beloved by students, and yet insecure about aging and her appearance while simultaneously hating herself for caring about superficial standards. All of which is to say this book had me fully engrossed....up to a point. SPOILER
 
The sharp plot turn beginning with the lunch date with Vladimir and her "plan" defied credibility.  The lack of planning, for someone whose core identity is a researcher, is completely out of character.  I was cringing, though willing to see where things were headed, until the zip ties and padlock. 

From that point, the last third of the book seemed almost like an entirely different book.  The plot is rushed to a resolution and all of the complexity that was pain-stakingly developed is thrown out with the fire. 

Sid and her partner, Vlad and his wife all work things out and everyone just carries on?? Most implausible of all, even dinosaur professors save to the cloud these days.  Too neat and tidy.

 
 
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coffeecass's review against another edition

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challenging dark reflective tense medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? It's complicated
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? Yes
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

4.5

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rachaeldamms's review

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funny reflective slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? No
  • Loveable characters? Yes
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

5.0

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just_one_more_paige's review

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challenging dark reflective medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? Yes
  • Loveable characters? It's complicated
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.0

 
This is one of those books that caught enough low-key buzz upon publication to get me interested. I can’t say that it would have been enough to get me to pick it up without the ALC from Libro.fm on hand as well, so shoutout to them for that. And shoutout to me too, for fitting in this one last read of 2022. Haha. 
 
Vladimir is narrated in whole by an unnamed MC, a middle-aged (ish) English professor at a small liberal arts college in New England somewhere. When numerous accusations of a sexual nature are brought against her husband by former students, she is faced with her own dilemmas: how (and if) she should stand by him, judgement and condemnation from her own daughter, and a conflation of her own guilt/accomplice with her husband’s from colleagues and students alike. This is all framed within her own inner turmoil over her body’s aging, expectations of women in the eye of the public, and a burgeoning sexual obsession with a new professor at the school, Vladimir, that is bright, burning, invasive, and potentially overtaking her ability to make rational decisions uncolored by that relationship. 
 
Well, I want to begin by saying that I really don’t know how I felt about this book, and I took a lot of notes while readings, so this review may seem long and a little all over the place…maybe it’ll help me organize my feelings and I’ll have a better idea of where I stand at the end. Hopefully. 
 
To start, let me just say that I was absolutely stunned, in the very good sense of that phrase, by the writing. Jones’ prose is academic in a way that is both compulsive and intellectual – a fine line to walk I think (I don’t often run into academic writing that feels this approachable). The narrator’s voice is incredibly sincere, in the “this sounds exactly like I’d imagine the inner thoughts of this person to be, in the intelligence, self-assuredness, worldliness *as well as* the contradictive, unsurity, self-denial and self-deception. I was fascinated by the detail in her fantasies (the more erotic and the completely mundane, both) and how they fed her budding obsession, helping her convince herself that so many steps she took were ok even when they were really, really not ok. And there was a rather interesting self-awareness of internalized sexism and fat phobic/unrealistic beauty standards, yet without any move that I can parse to attempt to address it past basic recognition of it. (To this point, there are visceral descriptions of everything, but especially her own body, where she is especially cruel about her age and herself.) Anyways, our narrator seems imminently proud/looking for applause for that simple acknowledgment alone. Not a positive trait, perhaps, but a recognizable one. Similarly relatable, and in a similarly depressing way, the juxtaposition of her elite education/position and the walking on eggshells and careful awareness and management of every word/action of being in the world as a female. 
 
As far as the plot goes, my impression before starting was that the people accusing our MC’s husband were younger, and though there is for sure a power dynamics situation at play with a professor-student relationship, I was happy at least that all the women were college aged and therefore of legal age. Honestly, I had in my head that the titular Vladimir was a young student too, but, while almost 20 years younger than the MC, he was around 40, so a very mature age too. Overall, this was an unexpected plot point that really helped me “enjoy” this reading experience more and I was grateful for it. Anyways, for the majority of the novel, this obsession with Vladimir was one of internal lust, in the narrator’s mind only, and it was riveting to see how all-encompassing it become even “just” mentally. And then oooooof, when things take a turn into real life action and she makes a move, it felt super creepy, in a way that I don’t think it would have needed to be, if she’d gotten out of her head for a second. How she mentally justifies each step, or doesn’t because she doesn’t feel she needs to, is very disconcerting to read. But I will say, it was literarily interesting, in juxtaposition with what her husband is accused of/in a hearing for, as commentary on how the world perceives male versus female predators. 
 
A few other themes were explored in depth as well, and were done in a way that combined nicely with the that that our MC is an English professor and, therefore, her narration includes many literary references and comparisons and analyses (though mostly short and quick and easy to follow or move past, if you want). A lot of these additional themes involved discussions who authors can/can’t (or should/shouldn’t) write from the perspective of, what is the role of taking advantage of your own or other people’s traumas to create great works of art, and an intriguing exploration of morality in art (does/should it exist within or outside the bounds of normal mortality). Jones mentions, through her MC’s voice, conversations with students about the use of racist/anti-feminist works, either to represent as a product of their time, to understand a period worldview, or as simply damaging/harmful. Where is the line and who decides? It was also nice to see her mention the ways different generations, especially Millennials and Gen Z, have forced new critiques and considerations on that front. And of course, she’d be remiss if she didn’t address individual agency versus unequal power, and how to balance them, in light of the accusations against her husband. Of note, nothing is necessarily preached or decided…just…questioned and explored conceptually. 
 
And now we come to the crux of my issue with this novel…the ending. I just, I don’t know about it! There was a spectacular literal and figurative conflagration as a result of this kind of obsession. And I see how it’s used as a device within this context, and acts as a nod to a few great literary moments (from Bronte and du Maurier to name a couple), and I do appreciate (and it softens the blow of things) the self-recognition of the heavy-handedness of it all. But, really, but after the depth and complexity of each thought/fantasy prior, the abrupt change in tone and overall turn was…too jarring, too maladroit, and maybe too easy, for me. 
 
Ugh, I think I’m just going to have to land middle-lane on this reading experience. The narrator was so deeply wrapped up in her own imagination/justifications/mind and I loved that. It took all the mundanity of life (and the ways we each try to deal with it) and threw it in shocking contrast to her fantasies (and later extreme actions) about Vladimir, in a way that was just mesmerizing. And yet after the final pages, I was left feeling like I was built up to expect something more than I got, as far as literary greatness. And I’m just having a tough time getting past that. If you had a different experience or take, I would love to hear it! And if you aren’t sure whether to try this one or not, the writing itself is worth giving it a try to see if you feel differently than me about how it wraps up. 
 
 
 
"I still feel the thrill of excitement in a university library. I still feel the potentiality—the students working toward becoming something, the stretching, searching minds, the curiosities of what will become of oneself buzzing at the study tables and between the rows of books. I find being among all that to be far more energizing than an enclosed and solitary space. Here I feel as though I’m engaged in the knowledge project." 
 
"People said this crop of youth was weak, but we knew differently. We knew they were so strong—so much stronger than us, and equipped with better weapons, more effective tactics. They brought us to our knees with their softness, their consistent demand for the consideration of their feelings—the way they could change all we thought would stay the same for the rest of our lives, be it stripping naked for male directors in undergraduate productions of The Bacchae, ignoring racist statements in supposedly great works of literature, or working for less when others were paid more. They had changed all that when we hadn’t been able to, and our only defense was to call them soft. " 
 
"I understood not only the bonding that comes out of complaining but also the incredible sense of identity that comes with discovering why you think something is wrong. I wanted them to feel that fire, that was what college was for. They were enacting a right of all young people, unearthing what they felt were the systemic wrongs of the world." 
 
"We had wanted to live unconventionally, in a new way, invented unto ourselves, and now I was playing the most timeworn part." 
 
"We lit a couple of fires in unexpected places, but we weren’t willing to burn it all down." 
 
 

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noahd's review

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challenging emotional tense medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? No
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.5

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elleemgee's review

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dark
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.0

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mangofandango's review

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challenging reflective medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.0

I both liked and did not like this one. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. It is a character study about an unreliable narrator who is preoccupied with a mostly random-to-her man as a sort of veneer for, or place to focus her various preoccupations with aging, sex, her marriage, and her husband being held accountable by the college they both work at for sexual relationships with students.

The narrator is frustrating and hard to read sometimes. She is irritating in the same way the cultural scripts and obsessions she stews in are irritating, her lens so cloudy with shame and body hatred and fear of aging that everything comes out sort of...gross and weird like it is inside her own head. It both makes me feel sorry for her and makes me want to...redirect her in some way. For all the sexy presentation of this book in premise and sort of lothario-looking cover, this isn't really a sexy story. The narrator is preoccupied by sex, but her experience of it in real life is always, again, sort of told in an off-putting way and she experiences it in ways that are more disappointing and self-conscious than anything else. She's also like, deeply weird about a lot of things...it goes some places I did not expect, and I guess that's all I will say to avoid spoilers. 

I appreciate that it's both a literary-feeling and a light-feeling read, it was fun and clever and the allusions to Lolita are interesting to consider. There's some great lines and good, thoughtful stuff in here and I mostly enjoyed reading it. I just don't know where I land on how to feel about it, when all is said and done. 

PS: there should be a content note here for various flavors of suspect, loaded, problematic sexual dynamics and situations, as this is a story about sex and power, gender, consent, etc. and like, a lot goes on?
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