The Idiot Hardcover – 1 Jun. 2017

Lots of the other reviews of this book are missing something; specifically, the reviews that say it's boring, it's tedious, nothing happens, etc. They are all missing something really important about this book.It's really, really funny.In fairness, if you don't share the author's sense of humour, then I imagine this book *is* really boring. If you don't link thicket upon thicket of densely layered wry observations about people and everyday life, then this book won't do much for you. Batuman, and her protagonist Selin, have a rich sense of irony. There were countless times when I laughed out loud. The book is also steeped in literary allusions and cultural references, though I don't think to the extent that makes it inaccessible; there are no DFW-style footnotes.

good book but a slow start

The Idiot - Elif BatumanSelin is a freshman student of languages at Harvard. She aspires to be a writer and for her “language itself is a self sufficient system.” At Harvard, she befriends Svetlana, who is an extremely smart and opinionated girl and becomes Selin’s confidante over the first year of her college life. Selin takes up a Russian language class and ends up meeting Ivan there. She develops a crush on him, which she thinks is serious love. They begin an innocent email correspondance, talking about nothing in particular. She follows him to Hungary over summers, where she teaches English to children in a village. Selin and Ivan are the quintessential “will they, won’t they” couple and their relationship, or rather the lack of it; forms the central arc of the story.I liked Selin’s character. She is an extremely intelligent girl with a very “no non-sense” attitude. Her infatuation with Ivan is also understandable, because it is very usual for an eighteen year old to have such feelings. And equally impressive is Svetlana, who is her own twisted way is often the voice of reason for Selin. I understand that this book was supposed be kind of a “coming of age story”. The first half was dedicated to describing Selin’s first year at Harvard, which personally for me triggered a lot of nostalgia about Boston and Cambridge. However, I felt the story sort of fell off rails in the second half which was dedicated to describing Selin’s summer in Hungary, interspersed with her meetings with Ivan. It stretched so long that by the end I had lost interest in knowing if they would be together or not.I guess this is one of those books which would generate a very polarised opinions, readers would absolutely love it or not like it at all. I feel this is one one the weaker books in the short list of women’s prize.

Pages bent, packaging was fine

The book is witty, throughout. While it is a coming-of-age story of sorts, its unique background set it apart from other such stories, focusing on an American girl of Turkish descent going to Harvard. It's the most accurate rendering of going to an elite university I have ever seen; it skips the costume-drama cheesy tones and instead focuses on the real experience of a real person who, while studious and intelligent, doesn't feel particularly out-of-the-ordinary, like everyone else. The funny commentary of her own thoughts is interlaced with lecture material, giving us selected highlights of captivating lessons, seen through the comical lens of a student trying to get to grips with a huge variety of courses and relationships. There are nice touches, like Easter eggs, all over the place -- things that link up to each other in funny ways, you're likely to spot them if you've studied one of the subjects involved, or been to some of the places mentioned. I probably only catch a small percentage of these, and they're all great. Best book I've read this year. I'm so glad this book exists. Can't wait to read it again.

I wanted to give this book five stars. The female heroine, the references to being a university student in the 1990s, the interest in language, the unrequited crush… they all resonated strongly with me. The first part of the book is really good, but I felt the second part could have been shorter. The heroine’s micro-experiences in the Hungarian village seemed to go on and on, with so much detail… I felt relief when I finally got through them and finished the book. That quibble aside, “The Idiot” is highly enjoyable reading for those with a little spare time on their hands.

This is a strange read . It’s like a diary with parts fleshed out to give a better idea of where you are and what’s going on. Throughout Selin’s journeys she still doesn’t seem to know where she wants to be or who she is. At times. Especially in Hungary , some of the other characters were rude and plain nasty but Selin says nothing, which I found frustrating. I hope after this Selin found happiness , a partner and a focus as she is a very likeable person .Overall I found the book a bit disjointed with some story arch’s that went nowhere and loads of missed opportunities. However it still stuck in my head and I may just try and learn Russian.

La verdad no me enganchó en ningún momento, incluso se me hizo tedioso en varias ocasiones y me desesperaba uno de los personajes principales, aunque sí tiene alguna que otra parte divertida

If you want to understand the insecurity and self-making that happens when you first go to university, this book is a perfect window into the psyche of a young adult.

I found the first 100 pages quite interesting, but the book has 423 pages, and those 323 pages seemed nothing but a repetition of the first 100. I forced myself to finish and though I usually finish a book in a few days, it took me two weeks to get through this one. There is no plot and seemingly no character development. It bored me and I checked a couple of times to see if there was a mirror on the cover under the title, The Idiot. I felt somewhat like an idiot for continuing on with a novel that was going no place. I would not recommend this book to anyone (though someone recommended it to me). There are too many other good books to read. Skip this one.

Are you looking for a fast-paced entertainment powered by an ensemble of rapidly recognizable characters, who converge across spectacular plot developments to win a decisive victory with everything at stake? If it’s been that sort of a day, then I recommend Roland Emmerich’s 1996 adventure/sci-fi motion picture, “Independence Day”--no judgement. Other times, like if you are considering a 432-page novel, then you might be looking for richness of experience, depth of insight, and vividness of detail, more so than pure plot elements. It’s a satisfying feeling, for me, to finish a long read and feel like you really got to know a character or a certain time and place--and that these are meaningful, unpredictable persons and interactions that grow your world, in proportion to their divergence from the polished creations of a powerful Hollywood production team. But, if you are not that into the world of a given story, then it is even less fun to engross yourself in the deepest dimensions of that experience. So why not check out the excerpt posted on newyorker.com as "Constructed Worlds" and decide for yourself? For me, the main selling points for this book are its engaging detail, literary smarts, and uninterrupted humor, as it memorably recreates the experience of a young woman working out the kind of adult person she will be, during her first year of college. Underlying the story, it is a pretty sophisticated novel technically, in some ways mirroring _In Search of Lost Time_. But, it is way shorter than a Proust volume, and it uses entertaining and witty descriptions to keep the flow running along while accomplishing similar goals to recreate a time and place. (It brings a smile to my face when one of the art professors keeps losing it over the degree of artifice--“Artifice!”--in art.) I think the unpopular aspects of the book might all be different manifestations of a single uncommon (at least in popular heroic literature) feature of the protagonist: at 18 years old she is intelligent and independent but not savvy in life--she doesn’t get the point of many trivial and non-trivial human conventions, but she is determined to do things her own way even as she is figuring out what that way is. So, even though she does not suffer from a neurological condition or an addiction of some sort, she almost never makes the most strategic decision for social positioning or peace of mind; the character (and reader) are definitely not showered by a parade of progressively extravagant victories and rewards based on her winning ways. Instead, the main character is stuck on a lot of intractable questions about linguistics and literature, or semiotics and life itself, and from the start it is pretty unlikely that she will ever have sex with her crush. So for instance, I was really frustrated when she kept creeping on some math class when she was not even a math major because she hoped it would help her understand some math guy’s world and his cryptic emails. But at the same time, have I never done something similar? (It takes some thought because as a manly guy I have censored many acts of awkwardness from my memory.) Overall, I think almost everyone will get something from the book, between the humor and the high general quality of writing. For sure some people will enjoy this book more than others, most obviously those with an interest in literature and linguistics, bildungsromans, or life as a college freshman, and maybe those who live or are interested in the life of a woman in our historical era. But at the most general, I think that to gain the most from this story you will have to find patience and kindness for doubt and uncertainty; to cultivate empathy for ineptitude, charity for self-discovery, and sympathy for the pursuit of digression, exploration, and marginalia. I will now argue conceptually that the more resistant you are to this mindset, the more you share a common mentality with widely-reviled U.S. president Donald Trump, even (especially?) if you yourself hate Trump. (Honestly I hate Trumpism so much that I am comprehensively fearful that I will become like Trump, because in my experience that’s how it always works out with persistent enmity, yuck.) And, I will argue that the more books like this our society can produce, the weaker Trumpism will be--both by cause, in that a world without Trump is one where this kind of book will flourish; and by effect, in that Trumpism and its shameless generalizations will wither away in the face of this kind of patience, kindness, and charity for honest personal stories. First, a natural question: in our catastrophic age of constitutional crisis and military brinkmanship, with important questions of civil liberty and economic policy hanging in the balance, how can it be that the most powerful kind of story for restoring our culture is exemplified by some girl figuring things out in college in the 90s? First of all, consider who else is very likely not only to push this question forward, but also to immediately answer it in an eruption of self-important misinformed bombast ridiculing the characters, the author, girls, college, and figuring things out? Trump; obviously he will never show vulnerability or recount a story about a time when he didn’t understand something or didn’t know what to do, because he has never made a mistake and his life is in fact an uninterrupted parade of winning bigly. Then, why not start a tweet storm, or hack Trump’s web page, or write a bestselling non-fiction book destroying his ideology, or punch a white nationalist on the streets of D.C.--why create a book of fiction with a pink cover that has a rock on it? The way I see it, you may be distinguishable from Trump by your ideas and the informedness of your bluster but when you argue with Trump and his fools, even if you take exactly the opposite position on every single issue, you are participating in the same system of editorialization and prioritization that trivializes marginal experiences and reestablishes the context of our dominant social discourse as one of strict focus on political policy and legal structures, on crisis and violence—no space for the issue of how I as an individual should live my life, but all about the actions of great and terrible leaders who run our world. Like, editors and pundits and bestselling authorities on authoritarianism can warn, “Visa Suspensions a Racially-Motivated Threat to Constitution” in response to an executive order but overall they are legitimizing the overall discourse with artificial gravity by treating it as valid question for rapid reaction and discussion; instead the most natural and appropriate prima facie attitude is really awe and bewilderment, like “Muslim ban WTF,” and then determined resistance. If you stripped this book down to the “important business” according to the editorial boards and the markets and to disengaged spectators demanding casual entertainment (all three are insatiable Trump profiteers and critical enablers) there would be nothing left at all; and that in itself is a repudiation of not just Trumpism but also anti-Trumpism and the horse they rode in on. Some people get mad because the protagonist of this story keeps obsessing and going into detail about her mistakes, and failing to get what she wants. But do you know who is super decisive and can instantly understand any issue at an executive level, even for subjects where the so-called experts called him an ignoramus, and then he gets the right answer every time? I’m not even going to say because ugh you can only complain about a disgusting wretch so much before eventually sounding like the wretch—my own life strategy is to heal myself of wretchedness by processing this book and others like it into my mental world. (If you found some parts slow I am sorry for comparing you to Trump, I think it is only reasonable to have some differences in interest--overall though I am trying to argue that the work to get through the less engaging, or the infuriating parts, is work well spent for one's self and for society.) Relatedly in recently revealed lifelong felony, consider also the commercial master of eliminating the unnecessary and the extraneous from a story, of paring down the digressions and marginalia in order to get straight to the action…Harvey “Scissorhands” Weinstein, who incidentally _always_ has sex with his crush. Self-appointed arbiters of significance have no room in their 140-character stories to discuss mistakes or failures, or things they wanted but couldn’t get; they are repulsed by these stories. And a world of justice is not a world about turning the tables and taking power back from the predators, or ruling the rulers, or policing the police and bullying bullies. It is a world of stories where nobody is mastering anything or turning any tables—people are living their lives with dignity and individual resolution, where we have the strength, humility, and empathy to share long personal stories of bewilderment, doubt, and self-defeat. Overall the protagonist of this story is actually the bigger hero, not Trump or the guy who conquers Trump in a debate or a duel—she doesn’t even want to be the thing that Trump pretends to be. Selin is determined to live her life a certain way even if it kills her, and she does, and it doesn’t even kill her, it just generates a lot of painful or awkward situations that the author wrote up and now we have an opportunity to benefit from this trajectory. In my own experience the greatest heroes are not the ones who go crazy on some special inspired day and win a decisive confrontation with some villains to the acclaim and panting admiration of all--those are the dreams of douches and little boys. The heroes I have known are doggedly persisting in their individual and small-scale goals, in defiance of what institutionally important people prescribe as winning, and it is they who will move the world. In conclusion the author is pioneering a distinctive form of story that admits all sorts of digression and personal starts and stops at the expense of thrilling plot. But it is smartly and vividly observed, and very funny, and in fact it is this kind of extraneous content that is the secret to defeating some of the most hateful things in the world without becoming hateful yourself.