Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Chuck Ramkissoon in "Netherland"

2nd\NE Quadrant The Approval Matrix

In a New York City made phantasmagorical by the events of 9/11, Hans--a banker originally from the Netherlands--finds himself marooned among the strange occupants of the Chelsea Hotel after his English wife and son return to London. Alone and untethered, feeling lost in the country he had come to regard as home, Hans stumbles upon the vibrant New York subculture of cricket, where he revisits his lost childhood and, thanks to a friendship with a charismatic and charming Trinidadian named Chuck Ramkissoon, begins to reconnect with his life and his adopted country. Ramkissoon, a Gatsby-like figure who is part idealist and part operator, introduces Hans to an “other” New York populated by immigrants and strivers of every race and nationality. Hans is alternately seduced and instructed by Chuck’s particular brand of naivete and chutzpah--by his ability to a hold fast to a sense of American and human possibility in which Hans has come to lose faith.

Netherland gives us both a flawlessly drawn picture of a little-known New York and a story of much larger, and brilliantly achieved ambition: the grand strangeness and fading promise of 21st century America from an outsider’s vantage point, and the complicated relationship between the American dream and the particular dreamers. Most immediately, though, it is the story of one man--of a marriage foundering and recuperating in its mystery and ordinariness, of the shallows and depths of male friendship, of mourning and memory. Joseph O’Neill’s prose, in its conscientiousness and beauty, involves us utterly in the struggle for meaning that governs any single life. -- Amazon

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lordtufty said...

Chuck Ramkisoooooooooooon!

fukin' legend

BTW, The novel was a piece of shite. It reflected the mind of an immigrant in new york and explored his emotions. Although I could easily relate myself to Hans, I read novels to be entertained, not reminded of my own life. Everyone already knows Hans' emotions from their own experiences, and therefore this book is meaningless.

it fails to to what O' neill meant for it; to be an analysis of the human mind, as no words can ever scratch the surface of our feelings.

Joseph O'neill and Netherland= EPIC FAIL!

Chuck Ramkisoooooooooooooooooooooooon!