Twilight Of The Superheroes (2007) - Plot & Excerpts
'Twilight of the Superheroes' is the Eisenberg's fourth collection (of 7 stories) of short stories. This is the latest collection that has been published so far. All the four collections are available in a single volume 'The Collected Stories Of Deborah Eisenberg'. Some pointers on her style before you start reading her works. The stories do not always have things tied up neatly at the end, there is no progression from point A to B to C. In several cases there are several strands shown to the reader, different snapshots from which the reader has to be construct the bigger picture himself. Even with the disparate threads the reader soon gets to feel a certain intimacy with the characters, like seeing your neighbour or the people opposite to your house through the window. You know at a basic level those people, but if asked to give details on them it would be mostly conjecture, right? Similarly when we finish her stories we would have got to know the characters as broad strokes, but much is left to our mulling over them and to our own imagination. In that sense, it is difficult to read her works in one sitting. I had to read her full set of stories, one set at a time and in some cases one story at a time. I am always surprised by how she is equally at ease in painting imageries/nuances in her descriptions as she is in constructing dialogues. In fact, I would say that she has one the best ears for dialogue, dialogues that are not pretentious, but more close to life, more real and not affected in any way. For instance the gaps between dialogues, the way in which her characters leave their statements half finished when they are unsure of how to proceed further. How many times have we stopped halfway what we were saying because we ourselves are not sure of it. In a subtle way her stories are political too more so in her earlier collections than in this one.The best story of the collection would be 'Some Other, Better Otto'. In typical Eisenberg style the story shows us vignettes from the life of Otto a gay who has been living with his partner for the last 25-30 years and so there is no cogent story that can be mentioned. Otto is part of a large family with many brothers and sisters. It is also the peripheral story of one of his sisters Sharon, who has been a victim of her own intelligence and have been leading an almost reclusive life for a long time. Ironically, Otto's brother who has been married thrice (an still counting) seems to be looked up as more or less conforming to normal societal standards than Otto who has been monogamous with his partner his whole life or Sharon whose only fault (if it could be called that) is her own overburdening intelligence. Just shows that it is dangerous to be in the periphery and not go with the flow of the majority. Never mind that you are not doing anything wrong, you would be ostracized and in some cases like Otto's family condescendingly patronized. The story also shows a glimpse of Otto's everyday life with William with the normal squabbles you would expect in a heterosexual relationship making one wonder what the fuss is about a gay relationship. Other than the gender and the attendant social problems a couple faces in such a relationship, most other things could be applied to a heterosexual couple too. This is one of her best works and I am sure will go into any collection of Eisenberg's best works.The title story 'Twilight of the Superheroes' tells about the aftermath of the 9/11 attacks and the impact it has on the characters in the story and on New York in general. Nathaniel ironically came to New York on the eve of the millinieum as he wanted to see what would happened because of the catastrophe forecast by the Y2K (God that period seems so long ago) and finding that nothing happened had settled into a routine life in a plush apartment (courtesy his uncle) with his friends, near the twin towers ("with the best view in the world"). All their lives have been affected by the events of that day and he is unable to fathom why such a thing should happen. Delphine, his acquaintance from Armenia gives counter point to this when she says during a conversation "... Do you know what they're saying about you over there", which provides an indication of how much a lot of Americans (mostly apolitical) were cut off from the outside world, what their country was doing in other countries, how they were being regarded by others. Most of them would have been living the American dream as it were or busy in trying to achieve it (As in the case of Nathaniel parents itself who immigrated to America in the 50's and never fully settled there though they made their life. Nathaniel himself would not have had an inkling about his country was being regarded elsewhere). The story's title is an explicit metaphor of the crumbling of the old ideas, the decline America as a superhero (considering the events that have happened in the years following 911 and are still happening it seems a bit premature to see the attack as the Twilight of the American superhero, maybe as Churchil said it could be looked at as the end of the beginning albeit in a different context).'The Flaw In the Design' offers an oddly disturbing potrait of domestic life during the course of an evening. The story mostly moves through a dinner conversation the unnamed protagonist has with her husband and teenaged son after arriving from work. Her son seems to be suffering from a guilt complex about having more affluence,comforts than many others but is unable to give them up. Typical teenage angst you could say. A picture of normal domestic household (with it's attendant problems) is given, but the thing is the woman has returned after having a one-day stand with a stranger that day. The way she compartmentalizes that with her every day life is striking, makes one wonder why she did that, was that the first she did so. Beneath the mundane of daily life lurks something more sinister validating the title of the story.'Window' is about Kristina in her early twenties and her relationship with a slightly older man Eli who has a kid. There are 2 strands in the story, one is the relationship between Eli who come across as a control freak and Kristina and the one between Kristina and Eli's kid. The story ends with us thinking once again about the unfathamoble ways the human mind operates and the futility in trying to decipher it's actions.'Like it Or Not' and 'Revenge Of the Dinosaurs' are probably the weaker stories in the collection. I was particularly bit disappointed with the later which involves Lucille who goes to her invalid grandmother and her brother Bill. There are no multiple strokes of characterization that Eisenberg generally employs. The picture we get of Bill and his wife is of a gold digger. We never see him as a three dimensional entity as in most of her works. Well, a collection with 1 excellent story, 3-4 really goods ones and probably 1 middlingly disappointing one is not a bad one is it?. Eisenberg is a writer not be missed. P.S: While on the subject to 9/11 literature here's a short story by Don DeLillo on it.http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/feat...
The structure of the stories is quite unusual to me, Deborah Eisenberg isn't much concerned with the traditional structure. Her stories are very intimate and sudden, as life itself. She ponders problems, inner crises and unspoken feelings of small people. The stories are in some ways distinctly american, but when one continues reading the gentle tapestry of the sorrows, breakdowns and losses transcends nationality. These stories are very vividly and gently human. They are about all of us, even the structure of the stories is lifelike. Nothing happens in a linear fashion, from start to end. Sometimes, it takes concentration to actually understand when this is going on.. It is a very sad and a very beautifully written collection of short stories. They left a strong impression on me. And, despite all the sadness there is hope. There always is hope.Some quotes from the bookIt was as if there had been a curtain, a curtain painted with the map of the earth, its oceans and continents, with Lucien’s delightful city. The planes struck, tearing through the curtain of that blue September morning, exposing the dark world that lay right behind it, of populations ruthlessly exploited, inflamed with hatred, and tired of waiting for change to happen by.The wars in the East were hidden behind a thicket of language: patriotism, democracy, loyalty, freedom—the words bounced around, changing purpose, as if they were made out of some funny plastic. What did they actually refer to? It seemed that they all might refer to money.You couldn’t feel love once it was gone. What you could feel for a long time was the sorrow of its fading, like the burning afterimage of a setting sun. And then that was gone, too. What she would remember for the rest of her life was the fact, at least, of the shocking pain they’d been forced to inflict on one another. Eventually when they’d touched, it was like touching a wound.Kate contemplated him as he talked decoratively on. One had to acknowledge, even admire, such energy, so strong a will to enjoy, to entertain, even if, as was clearly the case, it was only to entertain himself.“I never get used to anything—” Kate was startled by her own slightly swaggering tone. “I mean, except for the things that aren’t happening any longer.”I had my secretary specifically request the view They swore she never did, but a people which is known for its charm is not often known also for its honestyHarry sipped a cognac and regarded them with melancholy affection. They were still young, almost young. For an instant he could see, as if it were incandescently mapped, the path of years that lay ahead of each of them, its particular sorrows, joys, terrors …It’s pretty clear, he was saying, the things people know about each other in an instant are the important things. But all right, let’s say the important things aren’t everything. Let’s say the unimportant things count, too—even a lot. The point is, though, we can spend as long as we like learning those unimportant things about each other. We can spend years, if we want, or we can spend a few hours. If you want, I can bring you back here tomorrow We can say goodbye now, if you want.It’s incredible, I can’t ever quite wrap my head around it—that each life is amazingly abundant, no matter what, and every moment of experience is so intense. But so little evidence of that exists outside the living body! Billions of intense, abundant human lives on this earth, Nana’s among them, vanishing. Leaving nothing more than inscrutable little piles of commemorative trash.
What do You think about Twilight Of The Superheroes (2007)?
I just finished this book a few days ago and, looking through the table of contents now, I'm already having trouble recalling most of the stories. Partly this is because most of the titles don't connect to their stories in any recognizable way, so when I see "Window," it doesn't trigger "oh, yeah, the one where that creepy guy takes the girl to his isolated cabin to babysit his kid." Partly it's also because the stories themselves often didn't stick with me. The two elements most contributing to my lackluster response here are: 1. choppy, disconnected segments. In "The Flaw in the Design," for example, the story of the tension between father and son is bookended by the mother's seemingly random one-time affair, and the family story sandwiched between the affair bits doesn't shed light on the affair or seem connected to it at all. Telling a story through chopped up segments can work, but (with the exception of the title story) I don't think it works overall in this collection. 2. Stories where nothing happens and there are no threads of interest to follow have an uphill battle to keep my attention. "Revenge of the Dinosaurs" is my example for this one. Family members visit a sick/dying relative, bicker a little, make small talk, and that's it. We have a first-person narrator, but we don't get much more than reporting and some bits and pieces of backstory from her outside of basic observation and dialogue. In the end, I'm not sure why I should care (or what I'm even supposed to be caring about), but I'm pretty sure she's not the person to get me there.Bitch and moan. Here's the silver lining: "Some Other, Better Otto." "Twilight of the Superheroes" was good, and "Window" was the most elaborate and compelling plot-wise, but "Some Other, Better Otto" is the one I'll remember. Eisenberg does a beautiful job making this whiny, selfish man (Otto) sympathetic to the reader. Watching his protective and considerate interactions with his mentally unstable younger sister helps this along. Enough happens to keep me with the story (visit to sister, family gathering, quarrel with partner), the end works for me, and the title even makes sense. I would actually recommend this story, and the title one (where she uses choppy segments pretty effectively to weave separate threads together). The rest I can take or leave.
—Nicole
The best of these stories — the title story and "Some Other, Better Otto" — are perfectly misshapen masterpieces chronicling The Way We Live Now. These are stories not only about the biggest questions of ethics and identity, but also about the processes by which we go about asking and answering such questions for ourselves.A few of the stories lack the clarity and audacity of the collection's best, and occasionally Eisenberg's structural experimentation becomes frustrating or precious. Still worth your while, though.
—Greg
This was a 3.5 for me. The stories take a little work on the reader's part: she doesn't use quotation marks, the point of view continually switches, and at the beginning of some stories I had trouble sorting out who was whom. Also, "who was whom" is just the kind of phrase that many of her highbrow characters pride themselves on so if that really grates on you don't read this book.It was worth it to me because it tapped into the unease of feeling powerless about things beyond your control, and about life falling short of your expectations even when you're fully aware that you've 'got it good'. It's depressingly refreshing to have that frustration and anxiety validated even if it's through rather 2-dimensional characters mulling those 'big ideas'over. There were a handful of nicely-put phrases that I'm going to go back to collect.Finally, anyone that lived in NYC during 9/11 must read the title story. She was so spot-on in the mood and descriptions that it gave me nightmares again. Hahaha, I'm not really selling this one well, am I?
—Martha
