A PARTIAL HISTORY OF LOST CAUSES by Jennifer duBois had been an unread book in my bookcase for long enough; I finally read it. But I must have expected too much. I remember all the reviews gushing over this book, but I was underwhelmed.

So much has already been written about A PARTIAL HISTORY OF LOST CAUSES, I won't summarize it here. But I will say that duBois' writing is beautiful, really beautiful. It should make you want to continue even when the story is dragging.

And that is the problem: the story is slow. In my mind, I was urging duBois to get to the point the whole time I was reading the book.

Also, there isn’t much depth to either of the main characters. Therefore, points that should be sad or nerve wracking aren’t. ( )

I find a huge slice of irony in the fact that this book was a finalist for the PEN/Hemingway award since I can only assume that the author, editor and every reviewer praising the book must hate ol' Ernie with a passion. After all, Hemingway would prune a sentence down to a noun and a verb and then try to prune it even more. And he would take the same less-is-more approach with paragraphs and chapters. This book, on the other hand, never met a sentence or a paragraph or chapter that it didn't think needed more ten-dollar words or clauses or asides or all three. And way too much of the extraneous stuff was pretentiousness on steroids. I could go on and on, but then I'd be guilty of the same offense that the writer and editor were guilty of here. Let's just say that it would be easy to assume that the author was being paid by the word.

That's not to say that there aren't some really good observations here because that wouldn't be a fair statement. I would have just saved 80% of them for future books. Nonetheless, here are a few examples that impressed me enough to highlight as I went along:

* There’s an intimacy in listening to somebody’s lies, I’ve always thought--you learn more about someone from the things they wish were true than from the things that actually are.
* She sounded like she thought I was selling something, which was a reasonable conclusion. I’ve found that most people are selling something, even if they don’t always know what.
* I was relieved by the extent of her English; the ability to communicate scorn should be the true test of fluency in any language.
* “I think the only way to properly face doom is to be on time.”

As for the story itself, it's the tale of two protagonists: chess master and eventual Russian presidential wannabe Aleksandr (told in the third-person omniscient) and Irina, a dying academic whose first-person story revolves around her decision to spend the remainder of her own life pursuing an unanswered question from her late father's life: what do you do when faced with a no-win scenario? Well, if you're Captain James T. Kirk, then you cheat, win and move on. But if you're Aleksandr or Irina, you flail about a lot. As characters, Aleksandr may be less tedious than Irina, but both are relentlessly self-absorbed navel-gazers. Irina just doubles down by being far more annoying on the pretentious bloat side of things, usually in the form of internal monologue. And boy, does she enjoy the internal monologues. And in the end, I don't know who was trying harder to show the reader how intelligent he or she was: Aleksandr, Irina or the author.

The story is told in chapters that alternate between the two protagonists, with Aleksandr both introducing the story and wrapping it up. And it was that final chapter and its character fates that lifted this from being a two-star read for me. Still, this book was a major chore overall even though I could see that the author has talent. Maybe she needed a better editor or maybe she just needed to stop trying so hard. All I know is that I can't remember the last time I was more grateful to be done with a book, and now I need to reread some Hemingway to even things out a bit. ( )

What becomes of a life when the ending has been predetermined? Not some abstract ending to a life well or poorly lived but a grisly knowledge of how and the unthinkable conditions of your demise. Irina's story is about her ending. There is so much more to this book but I just couldn't' or didn't want to get past Irina. The words and the thoughts were haunting. The timelines were interesting but I thought the approach to the ending just a little too neat. ( )

When 12 year old Irina suddenly beats her father in chess, it marks the beginning of his downward slope into the terrible disability that is Huntington Disease. Her father followed the great Russian chess masters and once corresponded with the world champion Alexandr Bezetov. A letter found by Irina after her father's passing becomes the motivation for her journey to Russia, in search of the former chess player now turned political dissident. Irina, who at 30 knows that the genetic markings of her father will begin soon with her, is looking for an answer. It is the same question her father asked of the famous Russian: how do you continue to go on playing when you know the game will end in defeat.
Meanwhile in alternating chapters, (much like a chess match), we see Bezetov, starting back in 1980, when being a 20 year old prodigy could help propel a young mind out of poverty. Alexandr is taken to Leningrad's prestigious chess academy where he will eventually be groomed to be Russia's symbol of superiority. Alexandr' s journey from disgruntled star to heading a dissident party of Alternative Russia is the most fascinating part of the novel, a glimpse of Putin's Russia where any complaining voice may soon be silenced. As the 2008 Russian election grows closer, he too knows that he has no chance of winning. This is the set up for A Partial History of Lost Causes, a very well written, character driven story, remarkably rendered by a 35 year old in her first novel. Jennifer duBois was recognized as a National book award 5 under 35 winner and the Bookpage Best Book of 2012. It's amazing how talented a new novelist can be and how successful the Iowa Writers Workshop has been.

Here are some lines to remember:
"He hugged me. He smelled of ash, with wilder undertones of coffee and sky and liquor before noon."

Bezetov about his true love Elizabeta: "to pine for a year for a woman whose moment in his life had been incidental, glancing, as implausible as a meteor shower or a brain aneurysm. She had bobbed to the surface of his life, then disappeared again. She’d hovered for half an hour above his personal lake of loneliness, a sea monster in a smudged photograph, probably not even real. She’d been above water for minutes. She’d barely even waved."

Irina's reaction to her first meeting with Nikolai: "He leaned in closer to me. He stank of undercooked meat, of cheap alcohol, of the threat of violence. I thought I might faint from sheer character weakness."

And my favorite line: "I think the only way to properly face doom is to be on time.” ( )

The story in A Partial History of Lost Causes by Jennifer DuBois is told in chapters that alternate between two narrators: Aleksandr Bezetov and Irina Ellison. The novel opens in 1979 when Aleksandr Bezetov was in training in Leningrad/St. Petersburg and on his way to becoming a world chess champion. Chapters follow Aleksandr into the 1980's and then quickly become current. Irina's chapters begin in 2006 when we learn of her father's long protracted bout with Huntington's disease and her diagnosis to suffer the same fate. Irina finds a copy of a letter her father had written to Aleksandr years ago, asking him what is the proper way to proceed when you know you’re losing? Aleksandr had never replied to her father's question so Irina feels compelled to travel to Russia to ask him for his answer to the question her father posed to him years before. When Irina arrives in Russia, Aleksandr is running for president against Vladimir Putin.

Since Aleksandr is a chess champion, the game and symbolism from chess play a major role in the novel - if only in it's constant presence. Having the chapters alternate between characters from different parts of the world imitates the two distinct players in a chess match. Even the surprising actions of the characters could mimic strategic chess moves. All the characters are faced with carrying on with their lives while facing lost causes, just as a chess match continues and players follow the rules even while knowing that, in the end, someone will lose. In this case both players (characters) seem fearful of life as they both face the ultimate formidable opponent: death.

DuBois is clearly a very good writer and she displays a wonderful way with her prose. To her credit it's actually hard to believe at times that A Partial History of Lost Causes is her first novel. There were several sections I'd love to quote just so others can experience the beauty of her writing but in this case, since I was reading an advanced reading copy, you will have to follow the link below for an example of her writing. She does an admirable job setting the tone and place with her descriptions. I thought DuBois was equally proficient in capturing Irina's current life in Massachusetts as she was in describing Aleksandr's life and struggles in the Soviet Union in the early 1980's.

On the other hand, while I enjoyed the novel, there were some drawbacks for me. The set up leading to Irina's sudden departure to Russia, leaving everyone behind and events leading to her prolonged stay in Russia seemed almost too sudden. Eventually, I did end up feeling somewhat detached from the characters. This isn't always the case when I am presented with novels where the main characters are dislikeable or self-absorbed, but, as A Partial History of Lost Causes progressed, my interest in what would happen to both Aleksandr and Irina lessened.

A Partial History of Lost Causes is a dark, somber tale - part psychological character study and political/historical thriller, it is highly recommended.


Disclosure:I received an advanced reading copy of this book from the publisher for review purposes. http://shetreadssoftly.blogspot.com/

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