When 'The Origin of Species' didn't make the Giller shortlist, I
immediately disregarded it. But then it won the G.G., so I thought
I'd give it a chance. I regret the chance I gave it. I won't delve
into plot, since, there isn't much of one in this novel despite its
hefty 450-odd pages. The protagonist, Alex, shows great promise in
the begining, but Ricci utterly screws up the character. He delves
into overly excessive detail of Alex's thought processes over the
most minute of decisions, which generally involve Alex always
making the wrong choice (even though he is clearly of the
repercussions). Definitely overwritten, Ricci makes frequent (and
generally unnecessary) references to the political issues of
Montreal circa-1980. Having been born in '88, I was not familiar
with many of the issues talked about in the book. And if you're not
Canadian, forgot about it, you won't understand a quarter of the
novel. Ricci has effectively limited his audience to a small subset
of the Canadian population, really smart move. Even they will find
much to complain about.
Alex travels to the Galapagos islands and Sweden, and the Galapagos
is portrayed fairly well, but the long flashback that uses it as a
setting is dreadfully boring. Sweden didn't come as evocative, but
the Sweden sequences were at least mildly entertaining.
Another issue is Alex's sex life. He has sex with so many females
which are exchangeable personality wise it gets confusing to
remember who is who. The only distinct female character is Esther,
a woman with multiple sclerosis. According to the flap, she is
supposedly a prominent character. In reality, she is absent from
85% of the book.
Ricci, did anyone bother to notify you of one particular literary
device that is strikingly absent from your novel? Plot. Yes, this
story not only defies traditional plot structure, it eschews any
semblance of a plot entirely. The entire novel lacks any sense of
tension, it seems Ricci is reaching for something bigger here, but
he ends up coming empty handed.
Sorry Nino Ricci, I have never read any of your previous works and
will now never read any of your future works. I could feel your
attempt at creating an emotionally charged ending, but honestly, I
didn't feel anything and was just glad the book was over so I could
start reading some else. Boyden's Through Black Spruce was, while
flawed in its own right, far superior to this. In the middle there
are, admittedly, some interesting bits (when Ricci explores Alex's
relationship with his former girlfriend, Liz. But, as with every
other plot thread in this book, it essentially goes nowhere). For
anyone considering purchasing this, I don't recommend you do. The
brief moments of good prose cannot counteract this overwritten,
plot-less, and generally boring novel.
Note: (I did give one star, but my actual assessment would probably
be around 1.5. Trapped within this borefest were moments of quite
good writing. Ricci definitely has the capability of writing well,
that much is clear, but he didn't capitalize on his abilities in
this novel unfortunately).