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J.M. Coetzee: His sentences are freeze-dried and packed tight

For a novelist of big skies and scorched landscapes, J.M. Coetzee is a curiously chilly writer. He was born in Cape Town, and South Africa was the setting for his early fiction. In 2006 he became an Australian citizen, and though his adopted country is far from his birthplace, the hostile Australian landscape is a near match for the terrain of his work. Coetzee's novels take place in hot, harsh places and yet he's a cold-blooded writer. His sentences are freeze-dried and packed tight. His people are lonely and isolated; their lovemaking is frigid, or violent; and the human body is often portrayed as ugly, like a chunk of frozen meat on a hook.

There is little compassion in Coetzee's work. As a novelist he's a lurker, a creepy watcher in the corner. He is unsentimental, and when he writes about the muck of life-about rape, or racism, for example-he does so without dirtying his sentences. There's a big chip of ice in Coetzee's heart. Where another writer might bring compassion into the narrative, Coetzee often leaves it out. The rape scene in his 1999 Booker Prize-winning novel Disgrace is a study in icy detachment. The trauma is built with a patient accumulation of details. When the academic David Lurie is set ablaze, Coetzee writes: "His eyes burn, he tries to wipe them. He recognises the smell: methylated spirits [. . .] The scrape of a match, and at once he is bathed in cool blue flame." There are no hysterics, just the facts.

Coetzee likes to map the unexplored edges of the literary canon. His novel Foe (1986) was an imaginative flight around the plot of Robinson Crusoe. In this new novel, The Childhood of Jesus, he plays with one of the best-known stories in literature: the life of Christ. But the book's relationship to the Gospels is an oblique one. He hasn't recast in his own prose what we already know from the Bible, as Norman Mailer did in The Gospel According to the Son (1997). Coetzee plays a much weirder game. He invents his own simple story, and sprinkles it with subtle hints to the life of Christ. The result is a complex allegory.

The novel is set in the fictitious city of Novilla. A five-year-old boy, David, arrives in this strange city. There is a man with him, Simón. Like Joseph in the Gospels, Simón has an unusual relationship with the child in his care. Simón says that David is "not my grandson, not my son, but I am responsible for him". The pair came by way of Belstar, a "camp", where they spent six weeks learning basic Spanish, the language of Novilla. They've arrived like all newcomers to Novilla, with "no memories, with a blank slate".

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R Taus
March 2nd, 2013
10:03 PM
The last Master-Craftsman to have won the Booker Prize remains V S Naipaul.What passes for serious contemporary fiction is worse than fashionable gimmick: it is a trendy self-obsession which finds validity within a closed, incestuous circle of a very vain fraternity. The persecuted writer as a latter-day Christ...One couldn't, if one tried, come up with a more narcissistic motif - the deeply immodest gesture of one of today's literary Priest-Kings usurping for himself the mantle of cosmic suffering. I remember reading `the Davidson Affair' as a kid and being admonished for reading `trash'.Granted Stuart Jackman was no Saul Bellow, but he was able to tell a story without letting his ego wrest away the narrative.Nor did the journeyman win the Nobel Prize. I look forward to the Coatzee episode of your `over-rated' -reputations feature.

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