Nostalgia by M.g. VassanjiNostalgia by M.g. Vassanji

Nostalgia

byM.g. Vassanji

Paperback | January 31, 2017

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In the indeterminate future in an unnamed western city, physical impediments to immortality have been overcome. The prospect of eternal life, however, presents a new problem: rejuvenated bodies require rejuvenated identities. To make the transition, traces of a person’s past are erased and new, complete fictions are implanted in their stead. On occasion, though, cracks emerge, and reminders of discarded lives seep through, thoughts from a previous existence burrowing in the conscious mind.

Doctor Frank Sina specializes in sealing these memory leaks. He is satisfied in his profession, more or less secure in the life he shares with his much younger lover, content with his own fiction. But one day, Presley Smith arrives in Frank's office. Persistent thoughts are torturing Presley, recurring images of another time and place. As Frank tries to save Presley from the onslaught of memory, cracks emerge in his own fiction, and the thoughts that sneak through suggest a connection between the two men that goes well beyond a doctor and his patient.
M.G. VASSANJI is the author of six novels, two collections of short stories and two works of nonfiction. His first novel, The Gunny Sack, was the winner of the Commonwealth Prize for Canada and the Caribbean. He has won the Giller Prize for both The Book of Secrets and The In-Between World of Vikram Lall, and the Governor General's Lit...
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Title:NostalgiaFormat:PaperbackDimensions:272 pages, 8 × 5.18 × 0.77 inPublished:January 31, 2017Publisher:Doubleday CanadaLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0385667175

ISBN - 13:9780385667173

Reviews

Rated 5 out of 5 by from A very interesting read As others have said, if the idea of reincarnation, deja vu or past lives interest you, this will be a great read. I really enjoyed it and whipped through it in 2 days. It makes you think about a lot of issues and question where humanity is heading.
Date published: 2018-01-21
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Interesting premise I'm unsure what to think of this book, but I'm learning more towards "liked it" than "it was okay". It's definitely a different style of writing than I'm used to, but I like going out of my comfort zone once in a while. The author has created a very compelling world that is slowly revealed to us, and there is only a slight bit of exposition. ** SPOILER ALERT ** I found the main character kind of bland but in the end, with what we learn about the character, I think it makes sense.
Date published: 2017-09-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Love it It makes ppl think about politics and the way you treat ppl everyday. The only thing I would say is that the story moves really sllloooowww
Date published: 2017-09-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Interesting read I agree with the other reviews here. It is an interesting story and concept, and I did enjoy reading. However it became a bit slow and I too expected a bit more from the ending. If you're fascinated by dreams, deja vu and the idea of nostalgia I would still recommend as it is interesting food for thought.
Date published: 2017-08-21
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Interesting read I agree with the other reviews here. It is an interesting story and concept, and I did enjoy reading. However it became a bit slow and I too expected a bit more from the ending. If you're fascinated by dreams, deja vu and the idea of nostalgia I would still recommend as it is interesting food for thought.
Date published: 2017-08-21
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Interesting The premise of Nostalgia was very interesting, and I did enjoy reading it. No spoilers, but I did expect a lot more from the ending.
Date published: 2017-06-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great story This book tells an absolutely relevant and believable tale. Very intriguing and although it is fiction, it is a poignant commentary on the state of human life and technology.
Date published: 2017-05-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Interesting and easy to read There is much truth in the ideas presented in this book. I enjoyed reading it.
Date published: 2017-05-22
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Not really surprised it didn't last during Canada Reads I usually insist people read Canadian Books simply because their Canadian, but not in this case. I found this dull and pointless. It took me awhile to get through. It is a very basic idea, in my opinion, futuristic, dystopian.... Pointlessly literary. Sorry. :(
Date published: 2017-05-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! A very timely book and a fantastic read. Everyone should read this book!
Date published: 2017-04-26
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Great idea, lacked depth The concept behind the book and the way it examines the ways in which we are connected to people and places, even when we can't remember it had a lot of potential. However, the backstory and the secondary characters lacked depth which would've really added to the world the author was trying to create for the reader.
Date published: 2017-04-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Really good This was an enjoyable book to read
Date published: 2017-04-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from loved this was really really good
Date published: 2017-04-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Fasinating Really loved this book! The characters, the plotline, the dialogue were interesting as well as was written in a soft and interesting point of view, touching upon many themes of life. Highly recommend!
Date published: 2017-04-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Just finished reading… Couldn't put it down! A worthy pick for Canada Reads
Date published: 2017-04-02
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Interesting concept Definitely an interesting concept that this author tries to capture of a possible future, however the plot is very weak. The main character becomes intrigued with another character for no apparent reason and eventually becomes almost obsessed with him. The "science" if I can call it for the story is quite brilliant, the book overall is easy-ish to read but it gets boring towards the middle. The ending is kind of unexpected but throughout the book you can see it coming.
Date published: 2017-03-30
Rated 1 out of 5 by from didn't like this didn't enjoy reading this book
Date published: 2017-03-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from What a story! An excellent addition to any library.
Date published: 2017-03-20
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Interesting, well written book Very good book, it was different from anything else I have ever read. He has become one of my favorite authors.
Date published: 2017-03-19
Rated 3 out of 5 by from interesting a completely different story
Date published: 2017-03-17
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Great Concept M.G. Vassanji’s Nostalgia takes place in a future that doesn’t feel too far off. In his world, human bodies don’t die but, rather, are rejuvenated. Old memories are wiped away and replaced with new, exclusively happy, ones, and the body is refreshed. When life gets difficult and the baggage is too much, you can simply request that your new life begin. Dr. Frank Sina specializes in Leaked Memory Syndrome (LMS), commonly known as Nostalgia. Sufferers of LMS will describe the emergence of past memories, fragments of their old lives seeping into their new ones; Dr. Sina helps to seal these memory leaks. When Presley Smith seeks Dr. Sina’s care for his LMS, Frank is unusually drawn to him, but is unsure why he feels so strongly about helping Presley recover. Naturally, not everyone is happy about these advances in human technology. There are a group of protestors who take a stand daily, with the threat of self-emolation, saying that people are meant to die. Further, people on their first lives, BabyGens, are frustrated by the people who have lived many lives, the GNs. How can the BabyGens find jobs and live fully when no one ever dies? Is a future like this really sustainable? Meanwhile, in a place called Maskinia, residents are suffering through war and nuclear destruction. The border is protected, and immigrants often turn to dangerous methods to try to get across to safety. As Dr. Sina works to seal Presley’s memory leaks, he starts to discover that he may have a connection to Maskinia from his earlier life. What is that connection, and why is Dr. Sina so invested in Presley’s history? There’s a lot going on with this book, and it does get a bit convoluted at times. However, many of the questions it asks are extremely relevant, making it a thought provoking and compelling read.
Date published: 2017-03-15
Rated 3 out of 5 by from slow to pick up I found it hard to pick up but it was alright afterwards
Date published: 2017-03-13
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Not the best science fiction, an okay commentary on modern society I personally felt that the M.G. Vassanji tried to cover too many topics: peace in the Middle East, the inequality of the distribution of wealth, fear of death, the difference between the young and the elder. As a result, many of the topics are not examined in any depth. My other concern was that the action was too slow. It almost felt like Vassanji was trying to stretch the story out. I wonder if Nostalgia would have made a better short story than a novel.
Date published: 2017-03-05
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Intriguing This book was really interesting. The premise was new to me and quite fascinating and the progression (transformation?) of the main character was interesting. The author made a lot of subtle and not so subtle commentary about the dream to live forever and about way way advantaged people treat disadvantaged people (pitying them, but still acting as though they're expendable). The one thing I didn't like was the last chapter. It was more of an epilogue and, save for exposing one key connection between two characters, it felt a bit gratuitous. Worse, it felt a little out of place and ruined the beauty of the last scene. All that said, it's a good book and worth the read.
Date published: 2017-03-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it #plumrewards. A riveting read
Date published: 2017-02-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Very interesting Entertaining piece of speculative fiction
Date published: 2017-02-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book Good read, bit boring though
Date published: 2017-02-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Full of Dread Vassanji is an incredible writer who creates a deep sense of anxiety and dread within this book. I loved it.
Date published: 2017-01-06

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ONE His name was Presley Smith. It was the seventh or eighth time he’d had it, he told me. Each time this phenome- non in his mind began with one persistent thought, a string of words that had no meaning for him. It’s midnight, the lion is out.      —And the rest of this condition? I asked him.—Any thoughts that follow? Pictures, images in the mind? They do come? He waited, before responding,—Yes, they come scattered- like . . . not always the same. I forget . . . A few times the red bumper of an antique car, and part of the fender. I don’t under- stand them—and why this one thought like a prelude . . .      —Do you see these words or hear them? A longish pause.—I don’t know. Hear them, I think.      —Any other phrase or words that follow these?      —No. Just this one.      —You know what it implies—this kind of recurring thought? You came to me, so you appreciate its significance. He nodded, spoke slowly, uncertainly.—Something left over from a previous memory? A life I left behind a long time ago. But I can’t relate to this thought, this image. They are alien.      —That’s how they often come—you don’t understand them. And the trick then is not to try and understand them, unravel the thoughts—that only feeds the syndrome and revives those dead circuits in the brain—and brings more of them back. And you don’t want that.      —No. I watched him stare away at the window behind me, losing himself; he uncrossed his legs, crossed them back again, returned his gaze to me. The window always had that effect on patients, drawing them out, calming them. On the moni- tor, hidden from him, Presley’s pulse had already steadied.      I asked,—Do you see in your mind what might be a lion— out stalking, perhaps? Do you have an image of it?      —No.      —Not at all? . . . And midnight—do you see midnight, darkness?      He shook his head, repeated drily,—No.      He was listed as a patient who’d seen two doctors in the city in recent years. Once for a severe attack of Border flu, during the Outbreak three years ago. And then a year ago a consulta- tion with an orthopaedist. I looked up from the monitor.      —Any physical symptoms—racing heart, sweating—to accompany this, er, phenomenon?      —No . . . But I’m not sure, Doctor.      —What?      —A couple of times I thought . . . burning . . . some smoke, meat. I’m not sure. It could be the new neighbours, they like to barbecue. He grinned sheepishly. But now his pulse had gone up, the fear index risen. This was surprising, the first alarm bell.      —And how exactly did it first appear, this thought about the lion out at midnight? Suddenly, full-fledged, or did it approach gradually, begin with a hint, sort of?      —The latter . . . I think . . . like an approaching some- thing, it began with a feeling, an expectation, I think.      —A certain mood—that feeling? He nodded quickly.      —A low mood?      —Yes.      Presley Smith had an Afro-head with red hair and pale skin; striking green eyes, planar nose, large ears. A well-done reconstruction job if somewhat eccentric. The average body frame was, I guessed, as before. He would not be an ethnic purist, or an idealist, I surmised from those eclectic features, not someone hung up on history and origins. And he would not be one of those religious fatalists for whom another, per- fect life lies somewhere else, in abstraction, why not let this one fade away. A practical man, an everyman named after a twentieth-century pop icon. Then what ails him, I wondered, what demons from his previous life have come to prey upon him, and why? It’s a question we ask ourselves often enough. The answers rarely satisfy, the soft, slimy mass in the head that we call the brain still eludes us, as enigmatic as ever.      Leaked memory syndrome—Nostalgia, as commonly known—is a malady of the human condition in its present historic phase. Reminders of our discarded lives can not yet be completely blocked, but we can expect their intrusions into our conscious minds to diminish as our understanding of thought-complexes increases and our ability to control them improves.      Chemicals do alleviate the condition, but often they are blunt, their effects diffuse, with collateral outcomes to negoti- ate. Stubborn cases require the more intrusive ministrations and shock tactics of a surgical team. It was too soon to sug- gest anything yet. Meanwhile a lifetime of experiences was ready to flood into his brain behind this lion-harbinger that was only a minor irritation now. Was he aware of the danger that lurked ahead, I could not help but wonder. But then that’s what we were there for, the nostalgia doctors, to close the gates behind the scouts and let the past remain hidden.      I noticed that his right knee, crossed over his left, would go off into a steady vibration that he struggled to bring under control, before it set off again. He could easily have had that seen to. On the vibrating leg, in the gap between his black shoes and green pants he revealed a garishly bright yellow sock that periodically flagged my attention. It is these little tics that often are a giveaway, signals from the land of the dead.      They’re all a puzzle, each stray and escaped thought is only the barest tip of a universe that lies beneath. How far do you reach inside to stem the leak? The deeper you dig, the greater the chance of falling into an endless pit—a hazard- ous operation. It needs a delicate hand to know when to seal off and withdraw; turn off the lights and go home and hope there’s no repair needed in the foreseeable future. —Have you had previous consultations of this sort? Treatments?      He should not remember them if he had them, and he didn’t.      I prescribed a tranquilizer, and a monitor patch for the arm. If he had an episode, there was a means to signal it, he should on no account dwell on it. We settled for a meeting the following week. I have preferred personal meetings at the beginning of consultations, because with the actual talking person before me, tics and all, I can begin to form my clues about the intruders lurking behind their minds. It is easy and amusing to picture them as so many worms to be cap- tured and put away.      —If it worsens before then—this condition—let me know.      —I will. Thanks, Doc.      —Don’t be shy, now.      —I won’t, Doc. Thanks.      He looked surprised at my concern for him, and I felt a blush of embarrassment. We shook hands, and I watched him leave. He had a sturdy profile, with a swaggering walk that did not fit what I had seen of his personality. I kept star- ing after him, until the clinic manager Lamar’s ample frame filled the doorway suddenly and broke my trance.      —What’s up, Doc?      —Something about this case.      —Oh? What?      I shook my head and sat down.—Let’s see where it goes. He looked disappointed, reminded me to look at a few reports he’d completed, and left.   From as long back as we can imagine, we humans have striven for immortality. Now that, in our rough and ready way, we’ve begun to approach it, we face the problem of what to do with the vast amount of information we carry. Even if the brain allowed such storage capacity, who would want to be burdened by quantities of redundant, interfering memo- ries? Painful and messy ones? Therefore as regeneration techniques advanced to allow the body to last longer, mind renewal grew alongside. The term is colloquial and inac- curate, of course—what is a mind, after all? No matter, as someone quipped. In fact, it’s selected portions of long-term memory that we renew. New memories in new bodies. New lives. That’s the ideal, though we are still far from it. The body may creak and wobble; memory develop a crack or hole. In the leaked memory syndrome, or Nostalgia, thoughts burrow from a previous life into the conscious mind, threatening to pull the sufferer into an internal abyss.      I am myself a GN, a new-generation person—and feel the body-age sometimes, in the nuts and bolts, as it were, the connections and interphases. By law, no record of a person’s past life exists, nor of calendar age, but the body knows. I am old, in the original sense, though the word hardly gets used these days. Surely there’s a little truth to the media hype that we’ve attained the status of ageless gods. A flawed immortality, but we are the fortunate ones, a new species in the making, who’ve defied death. Very nearly.      Our triumph comes, naturally, with its problems. We’ve not created Utopia, perhaps never will. But the problems are old wine in new bottles, we’ve had them always. The war of the generations, as popularly called, or more plainly, the young versus the old, shows no signs of abating; mostly it’s a cold war, manifest in constant disgruntlement. There’s the occasional street riot that vents frustration. The GN-serial rampage two years ago was a terrible exception—eight elderly GNs murdered over a period of twelve months, their bodies savagely mutilated. The young G0 criminals were appre- hended and dealt with. We have assurances from authorities that such acts are very unlikely in the future. We’re not rid of fanatics either—those who will cling to outdated ethnic identities that most of us have forgotten, or for whom lon- gevity is philosophically or morally repugnant. The wide- eyed few who dare to turn off their lights, turn down this gift that we’ve given ourselves. But progress is forward, we cannot go back.   At day’s end I came out of the Sunflower Centre into a world of cheery autumn brightness, the courtyard flush in  the clear light of a low sun. Further up, the Humber ran plac- idly along its course down to the lake, and two crews rowed their boats one behind the other, in no great hurry. Across the river, the yellow leaves of October had been set coolly ablaze. It’s always a breathtaking sight. On the bank, this side, students sat stretched out, some with their book pads open, others strolling or hurrying along the paved path, making way for the odd bicycle or two.      I arrived at the riverbank and sat down on a bench. There  was  a  message  from  Joanie;  she would  be  out that night at a hockey game with a friend. The Friend, I had every reason to surmise. I never cared for the sport, and was teased for it: Who was I, really? Meaning, what was I before I became what I was. I am, was always my answer. It was my creed, as a minder of memories. I didn’t care for the befores. But Joanie is a G0, a BabyGen, and Babies have no previ- ous lives, no befores. They have actually been born—to be beautiful: flawless, symmetrical,  smooth.  She  was  visiting a neighbour and during a block barbecue joined me with a beer and seduced me with her banter. We dated hesitantly, then more passionately, and cohabited. But my beautiful BabyGen was now seeing someone else on the side. Who else but another Baby this time, it always comes to that, doesn’t it. And I no longer wondered what she saw in me.      I popped a couple of pills into my mouth, looked around me; eyes lingered a little too long over a couple of youngsters necking.      The problem with staring at beautiful youngsters is that you are caught between the lust for the pure and supple beauty of youth (I did have Joanie) and a desire for chil- dren of your own. I didn’t have children; if I did, in another life that had been erased, I didn’t know. But this man from Yukon, Dr Frank Sina, had none and longed for one. Why the persistent need, like a thirst when you wake up, for a child of your own? There are areas of the brain that conspire to create longings that should have been buried and gone. No amount of erasure and implantation can create musicians or artists at will. Or take away the need for a child.      But what of Presley Smith? He looked surprisingly youth- ful and limber—and yet his record showed a GN, like me. Evidently I have been negligent, not paid heed to those keep- fit reminders we now find everywhere—and so I complain of malfunctions.      It’s midnight, the lion is out. A chant carried over from the past? A line from a poem?      Have I ever had stray thoughts that needed fixing? I cannot know, of course. But judging by my comfort with myself, I can only conclude that whoever my doctors were, they had done a perfect job sealing my previous life off. There was a short period in the past, however, when, very foolishly, though for the sake of research, as I explained to myself, I would lie in bed looking up at the ceiling and fish for a thought; when a likely candidate came I would detain it by repeating it over and over. It never lasted. Soon enough and mercifully I realized my folly and stopped fishing. Now as I sat meditating before the quietly flowing river bathed in the soft afternoon sunlight, I realized that I had a thought that would not go away, and it was precisely this: the image and words of Presley Smith.

Editorial Reviews

National BestsellerA CBC Best BookCanada Reads finalist"Vassanji hardly needed the cover of speculative fiction to explore generational anxiety, ethnic identity, economic subjugation or postcolonial strife. Yet, it's a genre he inhabits with ease. Better still, the change of scenery has put him in an appealingly playful mood. Nostalgia is often funny and ironic." —The Globe and Mail"This entertaining novel opens in the vein of Conrad, alludes to Mary Shelley, and works in aspects of The Bourne Identity and the drama of Patty Hearst. Who knew Vassanji could be this much fun? . . . [Nostalgia] is a brilliant success." —Literary Review of Canada"Always a visual writer, Vassanji is virtually cinematic in his evocation of a dysfunctional, futuristic Toronto. . . . Nostalgia thrills, inspires, and, in its best moments, provokes." —Quill and QuirePraise for The In-Between World of Vikram Lall: • Winner of the 2003 Giller Prize • "The In-Between World of Vikram Lall . . . wrestles passionately and intelligently with big intractable questions. Belonging in a category with Tolstoy's War and Peace, Vassanji's saga is sweeping in scope and covers the history of Kenya from the late 19th century through independence in 1963 to the corrupt and violent present." --The Globe and Mail • "This novel is one of the most satisfying you will come across in a fall season that is quickly shaping up to be stellar. . . . A gripping story and an enduring historical document." --National Post • "A novel of elegant gesture, complex understanding, bright passion and historical pain." --O, The Oprah Magazine