Do we really want to know when we will die? Four young siblings sneak away to visit a
gypsy fortuneteller in order to learn just that-- the day on which they will each
die. Only one, the oldest, Varya, is
destined to reach old age, according to the fortuneteller. The author cleverly tells each child’s life
story in order of their supposed impending deaths, which is coincidentally
youngest to oldest. The first is Simon,
who abandons high school at sixteen to run off to San Francisco with his
sister, Klara. She is the most
unconventional of the siblings and aspires to make a living as a magician. Next is Daniel, a military doctor whose job
it is to ascertain if would-be soldiers meet the military’s health
requirements. (The irony here reminds me
of a line from Arlo Guthrie’s song “Alice’s Restaurant,” in which he finds that
he “may not be moral enough to join the army.”)
The impact of the gypsy’s predictions is significant for all four
siblings, even Varya, a research scientist who performs anti-aging experiments
on primates. As the book progressed, I
had to wonder if all four siblings had mental health issues, especially
considering how obsessed they are with such a specific prediction that no one could
possibly have the power to foretell. In
any case, this novel is all about dying, and I have to say that, although the
premise is intriguing, the storyline is ultimately depressing. The most uplifting scene is near the end of
the novel when a beloved character reappears, and I just had to smile and
breathe in the joy of that moment that rises up out of a sea of doom and gloom.
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