So I finally got around to writing a review of this book which I unabashedly love. I hope everyone – I mean EVERYONE – reads it. This is not an easy book to read, not one for skimming, certainly not light reading. But this book is worth every bit of effort you put into it and more besides. It is a book likely to reveal something new each time you read it.
Dante Ratkay is an angel who largely ignored his magical abilities until confronted with his own dead body. Not an illusion, not a phantom, but an actual, corporeal replica except it's dead. Can an opening be more intriguing? Unable to ignore this revelation, Dante undertakes to uncover its significance.
What I anticipated being an intriguing read with horror elements became so much more. Beyond the frightening moments and the intriguing mystery which sustains through the more ambiguous, obscure parts of the narrative, what distinguishes RESURRECTION MAN is the characters-- their individuality and their interaction with one another.
The story demonstrates in various ways the disparity between what the characters thought of themselves and how others saw them. It is more than grass-is-greener envy and differentiation. It is a study of perspective, of self-flagellation, of self-forgiveness--
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xxx we carry our aloneness differently. Mine is no secret. I stand always apart from the center of things, observing. Dante, on the other hand, carries his isolation into every crowd. He laughs and jokes and seizes conversation, satanic eyebrows flaring... but he only lends himself; he never gives. He never stays, he never puts down roots. He floats through time, too cagey to dock or let an anchor down; and life drifts by him on the bank.
It is a picture I return to: the two of us, in the place we built together. Dante, already eager to be gone; and me, behind the camera, absent from the picture, as if I wasn't even there.
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Corollarily, it establishes that love and affection are rarely unaccompanied by tolerance, leniency, admiration, emulation, condonation, absolution. In moments of keen observation, the characters see themselves reflected in each other's eyes. In revelatory moments, they learn something new about one another. They measure themselves against one another and this informs a substantial part of their identity.
RESURRECTION MAN tells us many things we already know or ought to know except in a sublime, singular manner. Relationships are complex-- they can bolster confidence or cause inward retreat, they can propel you forward or cause inertia, they can flourish or stagnate. But, most of all, this book tells us that no one can exist in a vacuum, sans all relationships. Even the decision not to enter into or continue a relationship is a form of relationship, however many levels removed from the traditional concept. This book had much to contribute to the matter of fathers and sons, siblings, friendships, romantic entanglements--
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“When you have a child,” he said at last, “it brings a lot of grief.” He held up a hand. “Not the child's fault; at the worst the child brings exhaustion, bad temper... dry-cleaning bills.” xxx “'Fathers are children for the second time,' as Aristophanes almost said. When you have a child, you see in him yourself, your younger self. And when you look at him and worry, you do it because you think of all the things you lost, growing up. All the hurt...” He stopped himself, blinked and smiled. “So now, looking at you, you fine, tall, smart young man, I can see all the mistakes I'm going to make with you and your siblings, and your aunt, and my practice, and God knows your mother.”
“You? Make mistakes? I thought it was impossible!”
Anton smiled. “I did too, at your age. That was pretty old to be so foolish!”
“Whereas I know I hardly ever do anything right,” Dante said. “I must be exceedingly wise.”
Anton shook his head, looking sadly at his son through a haze of blue smoke. After a long silence, he said, “No. You're an even bigger fool than I was.”
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Every moment in this book seems to stop time. At that particular moment, it is the most determining event, the most incredible discovery, the most important knowledge. While every moment contributes to the big picture, each one can exist independently, encompassing its own complete mini-story. So, while the entirety of this book can be said to be greater than the sum of its parts, it is equally true that every distinct part of this book is a whole in itself.
Lastly, the ending deserves to be unspoiled but I'll say this about it: it is possessed of a circular beauty, simultaneously contained and transcendent. After reading it, I immediately reread the opening which became even more meaningful. Be prepared for self-reflection and a reevaluation of your relationships after reading this book. And tears, quiet tears. I wonder how many rereads it will take before RESURRECTION MAN no longer makes me weep.