James, Clive. The Remake. London, Jonathan Cape, 1987. 22 cm x 32 cm. 223 pages. Original Hardcover with original dustjacket in protective collector's mylar. Excellent condition with only very minor signs of external wear. Joel Court has problems. He's lost his wife, his mistress, quite possibly his career as an astronomical wizard, and has ended up living with Chance Jenolan, to whom success is a way of life, and whose Barbican fortress is protected by a maze that would shame the Minotaur. To make matters worse, there is the Mole. Her heavenly body outshines all the celestial manifestations Joel has ever seen. Pretty soon, he will not be able to bear having her out of his sights . . . 'The Remake is a consideration of the artistic and the media-star lifestyle, full of brilliant observation.' London Evening Standard Magazine 'As sharp as a tack and as clever as eleven wagonloads of monkeys.' Guardian 'The reader is kept busy catching the glancing reflections, fitting together bits of puzzle and enjoying jokes. There is much that cries out to be quoted. Clive James's latest book is funny, serious, challenging, annoying, iconoclastic, elitist, erudite and erotic.' Adelaide Advertiser 'The Remake truly floored me. Very few books have forced me to compare form and content as powerfully as this novel and I use the word novel with caution. Dialogue, description, plot and situation, Clive James has mastered them all. Eloquent and erudite, he uses words with such ease, grace and effectiveness that levels of language and meaning are grasped in gestalt; a phrase can be a word.' Jerusalem Post (Amazon)
Joel Court had problems. He’d lost his wife, his mistress, quite possibly his career as an astronomical wizard, and had ended up living with Chance Jenolan, to whom success was a way of life, and whose Barbican fortress was protected by a maze that would shame the Minotaur. To make matters worse, there was the Mole. Her heavenly body outshone all the celestial manifestations Joel had ever seen. Pretty soon, he would not be able to bear having her out of his sights . . .
I felt like reading something of his, so I pulled this from my bookshelf. The fact that it was there implies that I have read it before. I have no memory of this (not unusual these days), but on picking i up (again?) I am not sure why I read it - and kept it.
This book is full of allusions to literature and films that I have not read or seen, which hence meant nothing to me. Probably even if I had read/seen them I would not understand the significance. I tended to skip over those bits. That did not leave much. There was a kind-of love story - was it love, or lust? Either way it was unrequited (at least it was up to the point that I gave up).
The book is written in the first-person, so you might assume it is quite autobiographical, that James is describing the way he lives. However, he cuts off that interpretation by including Clive James as a character in the story. He is a minor character - and the depiction is not particularly flattering. Perhaps James is not a bit of a dirty old man?
Like I say, I like Clive James, so I would not want to put any potential readers off, but you might be more likely to appreciate it if you are more of a literary reader than I am.
I have never heard of this Australian author and found him out through a review on a book by another author so decided to check him out . It was a delightful discovery because this guy can really write and write very cleverly . I found myself struggling in some case not quite getting everything but I got most and it was an enjoyable challenge to understand it . It’s almost like one of those authors who try to sound so intelligent by writing so many witty things only in this case it didn’t come of like that . Nothing pretentious just damn good clever writing .i breezed through it.
I don't know that James ever aspired to be a novelist properly-so-called. This one is, in many ways, like his autobiography (brilliant read): it feels like he's novelising real life rather than using real life as inspiration. So it's a comedy, une comédie de moeurs, a savagely sarcastic take and write-up of a certain world, of a certain class - a world and a class James knew very well, of course. One could probably recognise people in there, although I'm not sure it's really that type of novel. What it is is funny, ironic and sarcastic, critical and ferocious - and very funny.
It's tough to navigate in parts but ultimately rewarding - stylish and witty throughout. The best bits are James' veiled mockery of celebrity culture, while at the same time mocking himself for being obsessed by celebrity culture, and one particularly wild party scene where gossip and booze flow as fast as his machine-gun prose can illuminate them.
Uproariously, sledgehammer funny and cleverly subtle all at once. Clive James' writing is always a joy and I loved this. I sometimes felt that being better educated would further unlock some facets. But not many. Overall, what a hoot.
Dense passages based around astronomy and literary criticism are a bit of a slog, and some parts haven't dated well, but there is enough fun to be had and genuinely funny lines to make this a worthwhile read.
A brainless romp, with too much Clive James, too little substance, too little editing. This book is exactly like its characters: fun, stars, successful in various ways, empty.