House of Meetings by Martin Amis
I’ve never read Amis before and this on was a powerful small package of words. It’s narrated by an elderly Russian who fought in WWII, raping his way with the rest of the Russian army across Germany and into Berlin, was sent to the gulag for admiring America (actually he was admiring a woman whom he said had the curves like the map of the Americas), was set free (though he had to buy a certificate of manumission) and made a fortune in Moscow before emigrating to Chicago and becoming a wealthy international arms dealer. The story is told in a letter—or series of letters—he wrote to his black step-daughter, Venus, in
The focus is his relationship with his younger half brother Lev, who at 19, turns up at the same camp in
As I see it the book is about the brutalization of human beings and the narrator is exhibit #1. The war brutalized him, so that he comes back with a sure fire technique for rape. The camps are worse where there are constant battles between the criminals and the political prisoners (called fascists) and among different groups of the prisoners. There is no day-to-day description of life in the camps—Amis is neither Russian, nor does he have experience in the camps, nor would such a description be enlightening after years of documentation in both fiction and nonfiction. Amis, though, has clearly immersed himself in that long literature and comes up gross and memorable examples of brutality and suffering in the camps. The action in the camps, though, is mostly focused on the interaction between the narrator, who is tough and has leaned how to survive, and Lev, who’s decided to become a pacifist and is vulnerable.
There are no happy endings. The narrator is permanently altered by the violence and brutality he’s lived through, so that even, after Lev’s death when he gets a chance to see Zoya, his sexual interaction is rape. Lev, the pacifist, does not fare any better and dies of heartbreak in poverty and obscurity, having lost his only son to the war in
As one reviewer pointed out the letter from Lev when we finally read it at the end of the novel is anticlimactic. We pretty much guessed. In a final short letter to Venus the narrator debunks her two suggestions for reconciliation in his life: closure and “whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”. “Closure,” he says, “ is a greasy little word which, moreover, describes a nonexistent condition. The truth, Venus, is that nobody ever gets over anything.” It’s also not true that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. “It makes you weaker, and kills you later on.” That goes for