
The Delicate Beast by Roger Celestin
Expected publication: February 4, 2025 by Bellevue Literary Press
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Synopsis:
A novel of a life built on the ashes of childhood
In the 1950s Tropical Republic, a boy lives amid opulence and privilege, spending days at the beach or in the cool hills above the sweltering capital, enjoying leisurely Sunday lunches around the family compound’s swimming pool. That is, until the reign of The Mortician begins, unleashing unimaginable horrors that bring his childhood idyll to an end. Narrowly escaping the violent fate visited on so many of his fellow citizens, he and his brother follow their parents into exile in the United States where they must start a new life. But as he grows, he never feels at home, and leaves his family to travel across Europe and outrun the ghosts of the past.
A searing novel of a life lived in the shadow of history, The Delicate Beast portrays the persistent, pernicious legacy of political violence.
Rating: ![]()
Review:
***Disclaimer: I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Thank you Bellevue Literary Press and Edelweiss!***
I began reading this book 64 days ago. I tried to like it. I really really tried to like it. But I just don’t. After reaching the halfway point I decided that I just couldn’t go any further, the writing style was giving me a migraine. In the end this is yet another case of the synopsis selling me a completely different book than the one I read.
The synopsis told me that I would be reading a rich story, set in a lush tropical environment and watching a boy’s life crumble around him in the anarchy of political violence. And then I would be watching as his family picked up the pieces and started a new life. That could very well be what the last 214 pages are about, but the first 200 pages definitely were not. The entire first half is filled with vague stories about the history of this boy, his family, the Tropical Republic, and the townspeople. At first it was interesting and it felt like good worldbuilding. But after awhile I wondered when we were going to get to the point. Ultimately, we never did. When I left off we were just barely seeing the beginning of The Mortician’s reign. I think. Because of the writing style I’m not entirely sure that’s what was happened, but more on that in a minute. All we had read was some vague paragraphs about militias and people being beaten or arrested. I have no idea what happened apart from that. Was this a coup of some sort? A military takeover? An election gone wrong? I have no idea because the author was too busy telling me, yet another, story about the boy going to confession to confess about watching the maids bathing naked.
This was a wordy book. At 414 pages I knew it would be a long book, but it is WORDY. There’s so many words. Superfluous words. Unnecessary words. Words that were so vaguely conveyed that they no longer had meaning, Words that were used in such odd ways that I wasn’t sure that they were being used correctly. This author lives in purple prose. I am not sure he wrote anything but purple prose in the entire 200 pages that I read. Except that typically purple prose displays excessive emotion and is often melodramatic. This book was neither of those things. Just incredibly, pedantically wordy. The emotion and explanation displayed was more in line with beige prose, except for the excessive wordiness that is typically absent in examples of beige prose. It was quite strange, I find that I can’t quite describe it accurately.
Now, imagine the excessive and emotionless wordiness of the book. And then imagine that the topic changes every 3-4 sentences. Different characters, different timelines, different situations, different stories. Rarely was a single topic followed for more than a paragraph or two. The writing was already difficult to decipher, but then I couldn’t figure out who, what, where, or when we were talking about either. I didn’t even realize that The Mortician had arrived for about 10 pages, because we just changed the topic so frequently.
The writing style also didn’t help this book. It was written from an omniscient point of view. We do not venture into the heads or emotions of any of the characters, we remain zoomed out and watching the scene like a movie. The problem with this is that it made it difficult to connect with any of the characters. Because they were explored with such little depth I didn’t care about any of them. They also don’t have names. The Mortician is the closest thing we got to a name in the whole book. All of the characters are “the boy”, “the grandfather”, “the fortunate son”, “the eldest daughter”, “the young aunt”, etc. It was emotionless. These were not real people that I was reading about. They were cardboard cutouts of characters. They had no emotion, no depth, no story, and were completely irrelevant.
I end this review disappointed. Based on the synopsis there was so much promise in this story. I just couldn’t wait to find any longer.





