The Idiot
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The Idiot
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“Easily the funniest book I’ve read this year.” —GQ
“Masterly funny debut novel . . . Erudite but never pretentious, The Idiot will make you crave more books by Batuman.” —Sloane Crosley, Vanity Fair
A portrait of the artist as a young woman. A novel about not just discovering but inventing oneself.
The year is 1995, and email is new. Selin, the daughter of Turkish immigrants, arrives for her freshman year at Harvard. She signs up for classes in subjects she has never heard of, befriends her charismatic and worldly Serbian classmate, Svetlana, and, almost by accident, begins corresponding with Ivan, an older mathematics student from Hungary. Selin may have barely spoken to Ivan, but with each email they exchange, the act of writing seems to take on new and increasingly mysterious meanings.
At the end of the school year, Ivan goes to Budapest for the summer, and Selin heads to the Hungarian countryside, to teach English in a program run by one of Ivan's friends. On the way, she spends two weeks visiting Paris with Svetlana. Selin's summer in Europe does not resonate with anything she has previously heard about the typical experiences of American college students, or indeed of any other kinds of people. For Selin, this is a journey further inside herself: a coming to grips with the ineffable and exhilarating confusion of first love, and with the growing consciousness that she is doomed to become a writer.
With superlative emotional and intellectual sensitivity, mordant wit, and pitch-perfect style, Batuman dramatizes the uncertainty of life on the cusp of adulthood. Her prose is a rare and inimitable combination of tenderness and wisdom; its logic as natural and inscrutable as that of memory itself. The Idiot is a heroic yet self-effacing reckoning with the terror and joy of becoming a person in a world that is as intoxicating as it is disquieting. Batuman's fiction is unguarded against both life's affronts and its beauty--and has at its command the complete range of thinking and feeling which they entail.
Named one the best books of the year by Refinery29 • Mashable One • Elle Magazine • The New York Times • Bookpage • Vogue • NPR • Buzzfeed •The Millions
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I'm Hungarian and grew up in the 90s (in Budapest, not in a village). Many things that are totally weird about Hungarians in the book, makes sense to me. At the same time many things don't.
Ivan for example. He is weird as a person, not especially because he is a Hungarian. Also that blows my mind how can someone from Budapest (even from the best highschool) just go and study at Harvard 5 years after the Soviets left?!
And the people in the village! :) How did they find even 1 English speaker per village?! That seems surreal. My image of the people in the village is that handyman who shows the American girl 7 times how to flush the toilet. Or Tünde, who speaks no English, but insists that five should be pronunced "fee-ve" and she thinks she knows it better than a native speaker.
I love Selin's inner monologue, her questioning of everything, and pointing out how strange, how grotesque things are. Language or people or interpersonal relationships. The 1-Minute short story mentioned in the book is written by István Örkény, and is part of a large collection of 1-Minute grotesque stories, that are very characteristic of the way Hungarians think.
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