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D Reading Room Presents Wonderful World by Javier Calvo

Part 7: Chapters 57-65

Welcome to D Reading Room, the online book club for people who like to read and riff about books. Our first title is Wonderful World by Javier Calvo, and it’s a fast ride. Some might say a bumpy ride. We say, let’s spend the next few months doing our best imitation of Michiko Kakutani and look at this book every which way. Calvo is one of Spain’s best new writers, and this is his first English translation. In the literary world, for what it is worth, this guy is hot stuff.






Chapters 57-65

Mr. Bocanegra’s strip joint, The Dark Side of the Moon, gets shut down by Commissioner Farina, who takes great pleasure in arresting dancers and patrons alike. It seems that the commissioner was able to break Bob Marley and now knows all about the robbery. Instead of arresting Bocanegra immediately, Farina tells him that he can work a deal if he can take possession of both the paintings and Lucas Giraut. Our friend Juan de la Cruz Saudade also has a bone to pick with Giraut. He breaks into Giraut’s apartment, urinates on things, vomits on other things, and dons one of Giraut’s fancy suits. Unfortunately, because of his whereabouts and his clothing, he is mistaken for Giraut by Koldo Cruz’s men, so he is tortured by that creepy Donald Duck before they figure out that he isn’t actually Giraut. He manages to live, only to be killed later while recovering in the hospital by his increasingly bitter partner, Anibal Manta. Iris very Gonzalvo makes the exchange with Mr. Fleck and Mr. Downey at Biosphere Park. It’s all dramatic. She gives them the location of a van that supposedly houses the paintings, but it’s all a tricky double-cross. She kicks Manta and manages to hoist him over the ledge to Zero Gravity, where he falls and then floats while she escapes. Iris and Giraut break Valentina out of the asylum before they run. And then there’s the whole confrontation between Giraut and Bocanegra, who demands to know why Giraut betrayed him when he was only trying to be a father figure. Then Koldo Cruz and his men show up, and we learn that it was Fanny who betrayed Giraut’s father—not Bocanegra, as Giraut had thought all along. And Valentina, as it turns out, is not a prophet. She’s just plain nuts.






Laura: Sorry if my recap is a bit terse, but I was really disappointed in the ending. Not only was Lucas Giraut wrong about pretty much everything, but I also was looking for symbolism where none existed. For example, I remember reading something about the monk who created the panels; he was locked away in a cell for years. And I remember thinking that maybe Eric Yanel’s locking himself in a closet for an extended period was significant. Guess what? It wasn’t. I’m sorry, but it seemed so Love Boat-y to me that he ended up with Valentina’s mom. These two unhappy couples switch partners, and everybody is just fine with it? Lame.

Also, the whole reason that Giraut became a criminal was to get justice for his dad. But he was wrong.

Why do we never learn what the blackout meant? Why even tell us about Giraut’s dumb dreams? What are we to make of the Stephen King chapters? Valentina was the greatest disappointment to me. She’s insane. So she probably should have been hospitalized, and Giraut’s decision to send her chapters of the books might have made her worse. Boo.

 










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Chuckwheat on September 11, 2009 @ 3:24:00 PM

Uh-oh. It’s the Lone Calvo Apologist and Re/ New Pink Floyd Fan here. I agree that there is no clear “moral” to the book- rather, the conspicuous absence of one. When I read WW the first time, I was also reading a book called Peace Like a River by Leif Enger as well as the Short Stories of Eudora Welty. Although it bitch-slapped my brain to ping back and forth between these wildly disparate writings, I decided that it enhanced my appreciation of the three to compare them. A novel is basically a work of imagination. A good story has a beginning, middle, and an end. It appears that our cadre of well-read, mostly-organized over-achievers prefers our novels to have a beginning, middle, and end. WW has a dreamy beginning, a long middle, and an ending that is basically a dispersion of some of the characters with little “resolution”. Based on this week’s comments, I would guess that most of our group would say that River is a “better” or “more complete” novel, and that Welty is a “better”, more satisfying (or at least less frustrating) writer. Fair enough. I just really had FUN with Wonderful World. I view the book as a collage. A collage by Quentin Tarantino, the Coen brothers and a somewhat twisted Spaniard. Sort of an Ocean’s 11 meets One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest goes to Barcelona with a few inexplicable twists and flourishes. Some of the images in the collage are clearly connected, some are mainly for color and texture and not critical to the plot. Like Iris watching Friends, or Farina watching the kids car race. I thought they were funny and revealing, but not strictly necessary. Lucas is looking for clues and threads that connect, and so does the reader. I think that is the biggest part of it, or at least it was for me. What the heck do I make of all these clues?? The album Dark Side of the Moon is about lunacy, not astronomy. Wasting time and the pursuit of money being particularly relevant themes. There is a song called Brain Damage. And at very end of the album at the end of the song called “Eclipse” there is a line that “There is no dark side of the moon really. Matter of fact it's all dark." I take that to mean that we are all a bit crazy. Ample evidence of that in WW, where every person had issues or bad behaviors. A few of the threads captivated me. Cloistered genius: the hermit monk that painted the Bosch-like panels – Syd Barrett, the Pink Floyd founder – Lorenzo Girault – Travers. Trophies: famous paintings are trophies- the big fish mounted on the wall at Villa Estafania - Iris Gonzalvo (except to Lucas)- perhaps Lorenzo was Fanny’s first big catch- does the dusty photo in Travers’ apartment imply that Fanny was one of Travers’ trophies? I could go on and on, but I already have. I will end by saying that I think that this is a work of great imagination if nothing else. I thank whoever picked the book, and look forward to meeting you all at Legacy Books next week. C

peggy levinson on September 10, 2009 @ 2:07:00 PM

Aaargh... Wonderful World is a terrible book. After painfully hanging out with this cast of loonies and trying to find meaning in their life, we find out there is no meaning. And the characters were so dull, unlikeable, or just plain nasty that they weren't particularly nice company. And Iris, who I thought was going to be the kickass heroine of the book ends up riding into the sunset holding hands of all things with Lucas. What really upsets me is little Valentina - setting her up as some kind of prophet when she is just a painfully sick child. You know, in the hands of someone like Elmore Leonard all this double crossing and nutty characters could have been an interesting story. He wouldn't have written such a lame ending.

cool_runner on September 09, 2009 @ 4:54:00 PM

Seriously? That was it?! All this time I was waiting, hoping for some grand revelation. @callison Yes, why the mention of the bunny costumes and SO many other obscure details that didn't signify anything? What was the point of the Stephen King excerpts? And, Valentina is insane ... total disappointment. She was one of the only characters I liked. @Laura During the course of this book I kept looking for secret meanings of things and was having a hard time coming up with anything significant. Guess there was a reason why I couldn't come up with anything ... there WAS no underlying symbolism.

callison   on September 09, 2009 @ 11:33:00 AM

Laura I totally agree with you about the profound disappointment -- bitterness? -- I now feel having finished the book. If it is any consolation to myself, I learned how not to write a work of fiction. There is something irresistible and original about virtue, and there is something boring and unoriginal about dysfunctional crooks and sinners. (Now functional crooks and sinners can be awesome and utterly captivating. A high-grade sociopath? YES!) And what was with the people who multiple times were mentioned wearing bunny costumes? I can't even believe I am writing that. I can't believe I held onto random details, hoping for an explanation. It is foul play in my opinion to create a series of weird unanswered gratuitous distractions -- as you say, Laura -- the blackout, wuh? -- and to not resolve or explain any of it, ever. That is why I held out hope for an ending that brilliantly tied everything together. It was the only thing that could have helped me understand why the author is one of Spain's hottest up and comers. A great ending, Javier. Was that so much to ask after sticking with these idiots and devils and loonies for hundreds of pages? Oh well. At least I got to meet some awesome thinkers in our little book club. (Any don't forget to come to Legacy Books Weds. Sept 16 so we can hang out a bit. You KNOW you've been meaning to get up there. This is a great reason to make it happen.)