
Beatrice and Virgil contains two stories in one book. One is the story of Henry the writer and Henry the taxidermist, and their interactions. The other is the story of Beatrice and Virgil, a donkey and a monkey whose interactions are told via a play manuscript. The reader gets bits and pieces of their story, and it is told out of sequence.
I came away from reading this book feeling terrible - which I'm sure was the point since it was supposed to be symbolic of the Holocaust. I also came away from the reading experience feeling like I didn't really have a grasp on everything that I was supposed to understand. It made me feel like I wasn't intelligent enough to see what others were liking in this book.
I do know that reactions to this book have been split. People either love its genius (again, making me feel like I'm missing something), or hate it for its manipulative horror. I have to say that I fall into the second camp.
Either way though, this is not a happy or fun book to read. The only thing I can compare it to (and this is mainly the parts about Beatrice and Virgil) is Samuel Beckett's writing. You don't know how vindicated I felt when Henry the author also compared it to Beckett. I may not have understood everything that was going on, but at least I was able to recognize the style. Which makes sense, because I always felt like I wasn't quite understanding everything that Beckett had to say either. Also, I found Beckett's writing to have that same depressing feeling of immobility and hopelessness.
Comparisons between Beatrice and Virgil and Life of Pi are inevitable and unfortunate. Although both are well written, they are so vastly different in subject and scope that the only thing they really have in common is the inclusion of animals in the storyline. Really, comparing them is like comparing apples to oranges - they are different types of stories that will appeal to different readers.
Life of Pi has a continuous storyline that you can follow; you read about Pi's childhood in India growing up at the zoo and then his story of being shipwrecked. At the end of Life of Pi there are some revelations that give the story extra depth and meaning; that make you marvel and want to read the story again.
Beatrice and Virgil is completely different. The story is more abstract and more symbolic. I didn't connect with any of the characters in this story, and the mixed up timeline of the play didn't help endear the characters to me either. A lot of the writing seems to be symbolism for its own sake. In short, I felt like the author was trying too hard, and I was suffocating on symbols.
The ending was horrendous, and there was part of it that I didn't see coming. It was a bit like how you'd feel about taking a field trip to a slaughterhouse - you know that someone has to keep track of what's going on there, but no normal person really wants that experience. Which is why I'm sure this will be a book that will be read and then set aside by many. It's not that the writing is bad, it's just not a fun read.
Even though I didn't care for Beatrice and Virgil, don't let that scare you away from reading Life of Pi - it was one of my favorite reads last year.Get more detail about
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