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337 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 1, 2012
First, I would like to thank GoodReads, the author, Julian Darius, and all other parties involved for the opportunity to read this book, as it was provided to me as part of a contest here on Goodreads. Now, with the formality out of the way, let’s discuss Nira/Sussa by Julian Darius.
Julian Darius is a pretentious fool, a subliminal genius, or perhaps both, making him a pretentious genius. There, I said it. That’s the kind of quote that book publishers eat up; cutting it up into little paraphrased pieces to best fit the necessity of positive reviews to try to sell more copies of their latest book. I can see it now. "Julian Darius is a pretentious genius. " The kind of ambiguous quote that people are unsure of its connotation. Does that mean he's a genius in a good way, or pretentious in a bad way? That'll stir up some interest out of sheer curiosity. I hate to make it this easy for them, but admittedly, it’s true. A genius is a genius, after all, pretentious or not.
I wanted to not like this book, initially. After all, I think that any book that gives an opinion of itself is just asking for it. If you’re curious what I’m talking about, refer to the back cover of the book. It refers to itself as, “supremely literary,” and I think that when you do that, you’re asking for it. When it comes down to it, I think that any piece of literature can be criticized, peeled layer for layer while looking for all the meanings underneath. Hell, I had an undergraduate class in which I had to analyze, “The Giving Tree,” in each different field of literary criticism. No one would ever consider a short children’s book to be supremely literary, but given the right context, I think that even it fits the bill. There’s no need to give your readers a conclusion that they are more than capable of coming to.
This, perhaps, is one of my biggest criticisms for this entire novel. From the violent eroticism that pervades this novel, to the analysis of major themes in this novel that the characters within have amongst themselves, everything is seemingly force-fed to its audience. I don’t feel that there’s much opportunity for interpretation throughout this narrative simply because it gives its own opinion throughout. Perhaps the author, Julian Darius, should take the advice of Julian Darius, the narrator, who notes, during a writing workshop within the novel, that a writing mechanic used was perhaps a little too obvious.
If that last line confuses you, allow me to elaborate. You see, the author, Julian Darius, named the narrator of the book, Julian Darius. This, in my opinion, is one of the more clever and thought provoking aspects of the book. It constantly makes you think about just who is actually telling the story. Are we reading a sordid autobiographical account of an enlightening moment in the author’s life? Or did he just so happen to give his own name to a completely fictional character? Who then do I find the source of pretentiousness to be? Is the author the culprit, or perhaps he has successfully created the narrator in his entirety and I’m supposed to feel this way about the narrator and praise the author for making me feel this way? Interestingly enough, this concept is layered upon even further. In this novel, the narrator writes a book about a writer who develops a fan club and has sexual encounters with his groupies. So, we have the author, Julian Darius, writing a book about Julian Darius, who wrote a book about an author who develops groupies and has sex with them, and then life imitates art as the Julian Darius, the narrator, then develops groupies, one of which he develops a sexual relationship with. On one hand, there are many interesting discussions to be had here about the author drawing readers into the story and piercing the veil, so to speak. On the other hand, I can’t help but feel that maybe Julian Darius is trying too hard. (But which Julian Darius? See what I did there?)
It’s this concept of always trying to hard that stuck with me throughout the novel. There’s nothing subtle about Nira/Sussa. At each junction, the characters converse about what they did or what they saw, making their intentions obviously clear. The layers that the author tries to build upon the narrative are obviously clear. Each scene, each action is told in graphic, sordid detail. It’s clear that the author’s passion is in supporting graphic novels as this is indeed a graphic novel of a different kind. Julian Darius paints a clear picture of what he wants his readers to see. And, as the synopsis notes, this novel is indeed violent and erotic. So much so that I feel like I’m reading a snuff novel at times. Admittedly, this is going to make this novel difficult for some people to read if they’re squeamish.
Unfortunately, this is not the only aspect of the novel that makes it inaccessible to some readers. The language is not simple; the concepts within are not simple. This is not the kind of book that you can pick up and read without a second thought. And, although I hate admitting it for some reason because I think it’ll only serve to stoke Julian Darius’ ego (but which one?) it does require a bit of intelligence to read through and comprehend. I would like to note, though, that I felt it became easier to read as the novel progressed. I’m honestly not sure if it is because the language became simpler, or because I just became accustomed to the complexity of the writing.
Lastly, I want to address all the comparisons to other novels that are being made of Nira/Sussa. I read one reviewer note that it is the smart person’s Fifty Shades of Grey. It is not. I think that everyone needs to realize that eroticism and BDSM existed before and will exist after the hype around Fifty Shades dies down. This is BDSM on a very different level; an extreme and then some. Also, as the synopsis notes, this is a “very strange love story”, but one very different than Fifty Shades. In fact, I would argue that the only thing the narrator is in love with is himself, although that’s an argument I’d be glad to have with someone some other time.
It is this infatuation, along with everything else discussed up until this point, which separates Nira/Sussa from Lolita. It’s easy to want to make this comparison; so much so that even the book itself does it. After all, both books deal with statutory rape; in both there is an adult male professing his love for an underage female in the midst of a sexual relationship of sorts. Both books are thus about taboo topics that society is destined to scoff at. But here is where the similarities end.
Aside from this, these are two very different novels. If you take the age factor out of Lolita, I’d like to think that we are left with a very convincing story about a man in love with something he cannot have. If you take the age out of Nira/Sussa, I don’t think the story would change very much. At its core, it’s a story about a man in denial about his love with sex and violence, until he meets a woman that helps him rediscover it. Her age is irrelevant. If she was of legal age, she would simply be another woman that offers herself to him, and helps him realize that he was in love with sex and violence all along. Her being underage is simply another mechanism to make the readers feel uneasy about the situation because, as I’ve previously noted, this books likes to hit us over the head with itself over and over again. The woman is irrelevant. In fact, the title of the novel says as much. As I interpreted it, the woman is quite literally nothing without a man in her. This is its own novel; it is not a 21st century Lolita.
But that doesn’t necessarily mean that you shouldn’t read it. That is, after all, the question that we want answered when we read reviews, isn’t it? When I first started reading this novel, I thought it was a pretentious piece of trash. My opinion changed as I progressed through the book, however. This is a controversial book. This is a thought-provoking book. Don’t read this book if you’re looking for a love story; don’t read this book if you’re looking for an erotic story to satiate your sexual desire. It is neither. This is a book that presents the depravity of humanity without any filter. This is a graphic novel in the literary sense. It is written to shock you; it is written to make you angry. It is a book written to make you feel, albeit feelings that most people don’t like to deal with. I think there’s a lot of merit to be given to a book that manages to do that without compromise. It does make for one definitively uncomfortable read…if you’re into that kinda thing, that is.
