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There were conjugal visits in the slave camps of the USSR. Valiant women would travel continental distances, over weeks and months, in the hope of spending a night, with their particular enemy of the people, in the House of Meetings. The consequences of these liaisons were almost invariably tragic. "House of Meetings" is about one such liaison. It is a triangular romance: two brothers fall in love with the same girl, a nineteen-year-old Jewess, in Moscow, which is poised for pogrom in the gap between the war and the death of Stalin. Both brothers are arrested, and their rivalry slowly complicates itself over a decade in the slave camp above the Arctic Circle. As one brother, finally, writes to the other, 'You know what happened to us? It wasn't just a compendium of very bad experiences. That was general and standard-issue. That was off the rack. What I'm referring to is the destiny that is made to measure. Something was designed inside us, blending with what was already there. For each of us, in different ways and settings, the worst of all possible outcomes.' A short novel of great depth and richness, "House of Meetings" finds Martin Amis at the height of his powers, in new and remarkably fertile fictional territory.

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #167767 in Books
• Published on: 2006-09-18
• Original language: English
• Binding: Hardcover
• 198 pages

Independent, October 17, 2006
One of: `The ten best Autumn Reads' chosen by John Walsh.

Times
"Brings to life its nameless protagonist's existence in the
post-war Russian labour camps"

Anthony Beevor, Sunday Telegraph
`Brutal yet moving'

Customer Reviews

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It's sometimes easy to forget Amis's talent amidst all the bullcrap that gets written about him. He is an extremely talented writer who has become a target of lesser writers who write off his novels without seemingly reading them (see some of the negative reviews of 'Yellow Dog'). Never trust reviewers! Hee Hee!
Amis is a postmodernist writer with a conscience whether its the environment ('London Fields) or harming effects of capitalism ('Money') and in this 'short novel'he considers the prison camps of Stalin and the long term effects this imprisonment has on the narrator and his brother. Both brothers are in love with the same girl and the novel traces the fight to possess her but also the fight to stay alive and what humans are capable of when they are reduced to animal-like status.
Brilliantly written, moving, tragic and oddly contemporary in his observations of the abuse of power and injust imprisonment (Quantanamo anyone?) this is quality Amis. My only problem with being that I wished it could have been a little longer and I was sure there was meant to be two other stories with it? Where did they get to Martin?

at least it's short
Sadly, the best thing about this novel is its brevity. And I say that as someone who has enjoyed Amis's novels in the past (eg, Money, Success, London Fields - the latter being my favourite). I expected to be shocked and enlightened by the realities of the gulag and the nature of Soviet communism (which Amis correctly identifies as a form of fascism, post-Lenin), but instead I was mostly bored by Amis's baroque linguistics. Basically, IMNSHO, it's overly-literary and all a bit poncey.

Skilled but frustrating and unconvincing
`we will have to keep returning to the subject of mass emotion.', says Amis' unnamed and rich octogenarian narrator in his opening letter to his niece, which warns of the painful truths he is to divulge about his life. The narrator is heading north along the Yenisei river bisecting Russia, and towards the mass emotion of his own past as a political prisoner in one Stalin's gulags.
`Mass emotion' is fertile ground for Amis. Before his non-fiction exploration of the same historical and political territory in Koba the Dread, Amis has already tackled the Holocaust in a rather bold backwards-moving narrative (moving literally backwards in time being the only way for him to move in to the Holocaust itself) and before that a book of short stories headed by an emotional and polemical essay, all tackling the subject of nuclear weapons (from an existential tack: the meaning of their mere existence). Even in his more urban comic fiction Amis' acerbic vision is subverted by anonymous murdered children in The Information, spasmodic hovering violence in Money and a nameless atmospheric threat in the apocalyptic London Fields.
In The House of Meetings - the name of the area for conjugal visits with prisoners in the gulag - Amis provides two narratives that move as shifting scenery around the brutality of the prison life, which is rawly portrayed through individual scenes of the narrator's encounter with lightning-quick violence between the competing hierarchies, scurvy, cold and starvation. In the foreground is a claustrophobic love-triangle between the narrator, his physically inferior brother Lev who is also imprisoned, and a beautiful Jewish girl Zoya who is singularly unaware of the power of her outrageous `physical gifts' as well as her growing peril in a rising atmosphere of anti-Semitism. In the background is the narrator's continued commentary on modern Russia, particularly the ongoing Beslan siege. Here Amis manages to draw the Russia that seems to gnaw at him into focus more effectively than anywhere else in the novel. `The frequency of the total' the narrator calls it, adapting from Conrad - total states of fear and violence, `Russian heavy-handedness' (`Why are our hands so heavy?' he asks his niece, `What weighs them down?'), total cynicism at the modern Putin government where so many Russians spontaneously believe the theory of Russian complicity in the separatist atrocities. Upon the totality of the soviet experiment itself it is given to the philosophical Lev to expound - `We can shake our heads and say physics did it. Geography did it.', the sheer size of Russia and its extreme climate necessitating the successive `black holes' at its centre throughout history to hold it together.
The love-triangle is less successful. Zoya is a complex cipher (her nickname is The Americas) who feels solid only briefly in the second half of the novel when we find her older and somewhat compromised: married to Ananias; a former propaganda stooge standing as the awful mirror-image of her former husband, the poet Lev. Zoya has echoes of many more solid female characters of Amis'; she is that type of lethal-force of femininity which keeps surfacing and then sacrificing itself in Amis' novels, sacrificing itself in resignation or disgust at the parlous and foolish arena of male desire and violence, or somehow sacrificed to the male existential fear - Nicola Six in London Fields, Jennifer Rockwell in Night Train. However she is never sufficiently constructed in our minds beyond being a foil for the narrator's rapacious desire, and a foil for the growing hysterical bigotry within Russia itself.
The narrator himself is a brave prospect as a character. One of his first confessions to his niece is his unquestioning war-time participation in the mass rape of German women as the Red Army entered Berlin. However Amis' muscular and searching male narrative voice is correspondingly incapable of mimicry or transformation; it is simply not possible to take him as Russian or anything more than one of Amis' grizzled soul-sick wordsmiths dressed up. The reader ends up feeling distanced from the narrator's eloquent and sharp remorse by the very dynamism of Amis' prose.
Lev consequently emerges as the character with the most fascination; his pacifism within the Gulag unfolds later on as we gradually discover his character to be one of tragic and philosophical stoicism which the narrator simply cannot reach.
The House of Meetings is a compact and painful and daring novel, but one whose glib skilfulness in collapsing vast material ultimately works against it.