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A review by telthor
Vita Nostra by Marina Dyachenko, Sergey Dyachenko
2.0
I don't understand.
Once, I let myself be hypnotized at a Renaissance Festival. It was hokey and weird, but I'm apparently very susceptible to suggestions. While in it, I knew exactly where I was and what I was doing at all times. But I also felt foggy and warm, like being wrapped in a blanket. It just kinda felt nice to do what the man was telling me to do, so I went along with it--I had a choice to stop, I felt, but it was nicer to drift along.
This book evoked many of those same sensations--but in the Complete Opposite Direction. Rather than embracing that warm, sleepy glow of comfort, I felt nothing but frightened, shivery, panic. For the entire book. It was incredibly exhausting to muddle through the convoluted text and never get an answer. Sasha figured it out in the end, but I never did.
It's a story about a young girl who is forced to attend a specific university way out in the rural hinterlands by a horrifying figure who punishes her family with mutilation and murder if she cannot pass her coursework. Some of the classes are mundane normal ones like English or Math, but the exciting Specialty courses are the ones that alter her mentally and physically, transforming her in all kinds of baffling, logic-bending ways. Trying to keep track of what she was doing and studying made my own thoughts ache. The worst logic puzzles you can imagine, multiplied by eleven. Every anxiety you ever might have had about school is emphasized here. The fun of learning new things is there, I suppose, but it's buried under immense, twisted pressures and abuse.
It might be the Russian culture, but there's chunks of it that just felt awkward and wrong. Her professors often felt less than competent when speaking to students beyond the Specialty coursework, and the conversations they had with her about her virginity? Eurgh. It wasn't dry, dark humor, it was just uncomfortable and unpleasant. Just another thing to slog through, trying to get to the light at the end of the tunnel all the while praying the light isn't the headlight of a train coming your way.
Also, it's definitely first in a series. Maybe I blitzed through so quickly, relieved to be at the back pages, that I missed it, but I don't think there was anything like a proper ending, and the chance of all the rest being translated are debatable, so I guess we did get flattened by a train.
I can't lie: the book has a lyrical movement to it, and it toys with its characters and scenes in intensely memorable ways. While I never was allowed to be more than a distant observer, the natural transformation for Sasha, from frightened first year to over-confident third year student, was impressive and masterful. And I couldn't tear myself away from the book, sure enough--hypnotized by the text and the twists and turns it was taking. But while I respect it, I do not appreciate the holes it poked in my brain, nor the relentless fear it made me feel while reading it.
I guess Halloween is this week, so it's an appropriate read.
EDIT: read a review that said it's sort of like what it's like to be a twenty-something growing up and finding a place in this unforgiving world with its twisting rules and casual abuses and mind-numbing-logic-leaps. Which I can respect a little more. So, I'll give it half a star more, but I'm not changing my rating. It's just a 2.5 instead of a solid 2. :)
Once, I let myself be hypnotized at a Renaissance Festival. It was hokey and weird, but I'm apparently very susceptible to suggestions. While in it, I knew exactly where I was and what I was doing at all times. But I also felt foggy and warm, like being wrapped in a blanket. It just kinda felt nice to do what the man was telling me to do, so I went along with it--I had a choice to stop, I felt, but it was nicer to drift along.
This book evoked many of those same sensations--but in the Complete Opposite Direction. Rather than embracing that warm, sleepy glow of comfort, I felt nothing but frightened, shivery, panic. For the entire book. It was incredibly exhausting to muddle through the convoluted text and never get an answer. Sasha figured it out in the end, but I never did.
It's a story about a young girl who is forced to attend a specific university way out in the rural hinterlands by a horrifying figure who punishes her family with mutilation and murder if she cannot pass her coursework. Some of the classes are mundane normal ones like English or Math, but the exciting Specialty courses are the ones that alter her mentally and physically, transforming her in all kinds of baffling, logic-bending ways. Trying to keep track of what she was doing and studying made my own thoughts ache. The worst logic puzzles you can imagine, multiplied by eleven. Every anxiety you ever might have had about school is emphasized here. The fun of learning new things is there, I suppose, but it's buried under immense, twisted pressures and abuse.
It might be the Russian culture, but there's chunks of it that just felt awkward and wrong. Her professors often felt less than competent when speaking to students beyond the Specialty coursework, and the conversations they had with her about her virginity? Eurgh. It wasn't dry, dark humor, it was just uncomfortable and unpleasant. Just another thing to slog through, trying to get to the light at the end of the tunnel all the while praying the light isn't the headlight of a train coming your way.
Also, it's definitely first in a series. Maybe I blitzed through so quickly, relieved to be at the back pages, that I missed it, but I don't think there was anything like a proper ending, and the chance of all the rest being translated are debatable, so I guess we did get flattened by a train.
I can't lie: the book has a lyrical movement to it, and it toys with its characters and scenes in intensely memorable ways. While I never was allowed to be more than a distant observer, the natural transformation for Sasha, from frightened first year to over-confident third year student, was impressive and masterful. And I couldn't tear myself away from the book, sure enough--hypnotized by the text and the twists and turns it was taking. But while I respect it, I do not appreciate the holes it poked in my brain, nor the relentless fear it made me feel while reading it.
I guess Halloween is this week, so it's an appropriate read.
EDIT: read a review that said it's sort of like what it's like to be a twenty-something growing up and finding a place in this unforgiving world with its twisting rules and casual abuses and mind-numbing-logic-leaps. Which I can respect a little more. So, I'll give it half a star more, but I'm not changing my rating. It's just a 2.5 instead of a solid 2. :)