The Willow Tree

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Summary: this is just as good as his other work
Review: hubert selby jnr. is far, far from a one book author, as the room, requiem for a dream and this prove. this is a deeply emotional story of a black boy severely beaten by a group of hispanics and his girlfriend left scarred when they throw lye in her face. the boy finds himself in the care of an elderly german who tends to his wounds and tries to comfort him in his grief when the boy discovers that his girlfriend has been driven to suicide because of the attack. the boy then seeks revenge on the gang, taking it in turns to track them down. the elderly german, realising that the boy is being consumed by hate tries to make him realise that love is more important by showing him the good things in life. the one downfall in this story is the repetetive use of the words crying and laughing to describe the boys relationship with the old man but as with all hubert's work, this stays with you long after you have read it and plays on your mind a lot.

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Summary: A thoughtful and moving book
Review: I just finished reading this, and after having read both Last Exit and Requiem I think Selby is one of the greatest and most relevant writers living today. Here is a man who _understands_, who sees the inherent pain, suffering, and also beauty that makes life so tragic and confusing, and who can communicate this struggle so forcefully that you cannot help but to face it with him. The Willow Tree is an extended meditation on hate, redemption, love, and time. Far from being simplistic, the novel is highly nuanced and well reasoned. Sure, the characters here are a little fantastic, but like all of Selby's characters they are thoroughly developed; Selby has great trust in his characters, and allows them the freedom to tell the story on their own. Yes, it is unusual that Moishe's apartment has a whirlpool and other amenities, but it is clear that he is an unusual and special man. I grew attached to these characters, and I think that all but the most cynical and jaded reader would as well. Selby should not be embarassed by this novel, quite the opposite; The Willow Tree is an eloquent and moving discussion of the emotions and values that torment our lives. Do not dismiss it based on the words of a critic -- you will be missing out on a vibrant, engaging, wonderful book.

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Summary: Hope reigns supreme.
Review: It is easy to want a book such as this to be about dirt and grime and nothing but "the hood." It can then be classified as "keeping it real." But where is the story in that? What's the point of having such a story? So Selby has "A Christmas Carol" type theme running through it, very good I say. Dickens was a bit of a scribe in my opinion and no less unsubtle than Selby in trying to create social change.

Bobby, the main character, is beyond redemption. Thirteen years old and already out of control. He seems to feel nothing for anyone and sees life only in terms of what he can get or what others can take from him. His environment is oppressive and offers no sanctuary. Through his experiences with a rather surreal holocaust survivor he finds a form of salvation by allowing himself to stop hating and to begin to forgive.

Selby is tight with his writing throughout, so much so that one cannot help but be relieved at the fate of some of the characters, especially Maria. My stomach was in knots with the pain of her mother and grandmother.

Not a great novel, but one that tries to be more than just a straight narrative and I think largely succeeds, very much in the mould of Tom Wolfe, or perhaps the other way around.

Read it and feel the relief at the nice ending, hell, maybe our societies will work out ok. Hippy? ME!

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Summary: Deserves better than the Kirkus Review
Review: Okay, let's face it. *The Willow Tree* isn't Selby's finest novel. *Last Exit to Brooklyn* remains his masterpiece, followed closely by *Requiem* and *The Room*. This latest story tends to be a bit maudlin at times, although in the main the actual language is just as gripping and intense as one finds in Selby's other works. It's a good read, with occasional great moments.

The reviewer from Kirkus quoted above breathlessly trashes the book, and snidely concludes that Selby is a one book author. This piece of invective deserves response. Even if Selby WERE a one-book-author (which I don't think he is), so what? My goodness! How many of us are gifted enough to write even one enduring book in our lifetimes? Very few. Yet the reviewer (whom I'm betting is probably a frustrated novelist turned English prof) trivializes such a contribution. How bizarre! It's tantamount to saying that had Tolstoy written only *War and Peace,* he's be a loser because "only" a one-book-author.

Liberate yourself from "professional" literary reviewers, as well as from the commodity ideal of literature, which has it that more is better. Read Selby and make up your own mind.

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Summary: how do we survive it
Review: Selby's first proper novel was Last Exit to Brooklyn, a searing bludgeon of a book that showed that Naturalism was alive and well, and ornerier than ever. It became celebrated in certain circles, incited several obscenity trials, was banned in many places, and generally fought the good fight. His last proper novel was Requiem for a Dream, a lacerating, anguished masterpiece that is liable to haunt one long after one reads it. That was in 1978. A collection of stories entitled Song of the Silent Snow followed; then all was still. Suddenly, twenty years later, Selby reappeared - it turns out that he had been writing The Willow Tree for all that time, and finished it only around 1998. What can a reader expect from this man after twenty years of nothing? A stunning comeback? A return to realistic form? A complete flop? Last Exit to Brooklyn redux, or something new and unprecedented? The result is, actually, a bit of all of those.

Confusion abounds, and what this book actually meant to do is not entirely clear. The Kirkus reviewer's supercilious attitude is uncalled for (one great book is more than you'll ever write, dude), but I can understand his frustration. This is the story of a thirteen-year-old black kid from the ghetto, whose girlfriend is killed by a bunch of Hispanic thugs, and who swears undying revenge. He is then found by a little old man who lives underground in a luxurious apartment, and very slowly cured of his hatred. That sounds like a sentimental fantasy, and it is one, but only to a degree. It's actually quite difficult to apply A Christmas Carol analogies, as the Kirkus reviewer does, to a book that features about ten profanities per page. In fact, Selby never altogether forsakes his ultra-realism - the scenes of poverty and desperation are evoked as powerfully as ever, the scenes where Bobby sneaks about the streets are rivetingly suspenseful, and Moishe's recollection of concentration camps is genuinely frightening. Bobby's mother only appears in a few scenes, but her all-pervasive despair is chillingly real, and the bit where Bobby sends her a letter at Moishe's behest is not only the most effective scene in the book, but one of Selby's most effective scenes ever.

But on the other hand, this is certainly no exercise in realism. Consider Moishe's luxurious apartment, which contains a workshop, an exercise room, a Jacuzzi, several fine beds, a refrigerator with a seemingly endless supply of ice cream (with chocolate sauce - Selby is determined that you clearly understand that THERE IS CHOCOLATE SAUCE in this refrigerator, and to that end repeats this fact about a thousand times), and so on. But that, actually, is not as hard to accept as the fact that Moishe apparently can produce all of this out of thin air. The book doesn't show that he has a job, or that he ever had one, and it's never explained whence he procures all the money that he doubtless spends. In addition to this, Moishe's method of raising Bobby seems to be to pamper him in luxury and ask nothing of him; the contrast between this and Bobby's old life is appropriately striking, but only until the reader starts to ask questions about what happens later. Does Moishe send Bobby to school? Does he teach him a trade? Does he even ask him to do anything? No, nowhere in the book.

And what of Bobby's revenge itself? Yes, it's for the sake of contrast that Selby had Bobby sneak out under cover of night to pursue his enemies right after the most peaceful scenes with Moishe, but this contrast is so severe as to be unconvincing. Could the thirteen-year-old kid that stared slackjawed at Moishe's tales of wartime terror, genuinely affected by them, then go out to corner some fool and proceed to cut off his ear, then return in his new clothes underground and brag about his "righteous" victory to the old man? Given all the problems with the premise that I already mentioned, it only seems completely bizarre, and not in the way it was intended to.

I suspect that Selby, after writing so many books filled with sheer hopelessness, decided to write one where the underdog finally wins one for a change. No wonder it took him so long - he clearly was unused to such a strange notion. The sick despair that filled Requiem for a Dream has been blunted to a sort of quiet sadness now, and it's actually somewhat moving to see the compassion that Selby always had for people in full light. But it's undeniable that The Willow Tree is not on the level of some of its predecessors - twenty years' gestation time notwithstanding, the book still seems muddled and unrealized. I'd welcome a kinder and gentler Selby, in theory, hoping that he'd straighten things out to himself by his next book, but from what I've read about Waiting Period, I fear that he might be losing it completely. Read The Willow Tree if you like being confused.

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Summary: GREAT BOOK
Review: The plot of this book is awesome. I love the understanding and compassion of the main characters. Some of the story is a little overly dramatic and hard to swallow, but all in all this is an enjoyable read.

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