Rupert: A Confession

by Ilja Leonard Pfeijffer and Michele Hutchison

Book Overview

"Frenzied in its imagination, unusually spirited, beautifully lyrical and furthermore, unexpectedly intense when the hero's sexual perversions hit the page. A pleasure to read."--NRC Handelsblad (Amsterdam)

Rupert has been accused of a terrible crime, and his imagined defense begins the night he met the love of his life, Mira. By turns shockingly honest, incredibly funny, and clearly unhinged, Rupert's defense includes rants about...

• Format: Hardcover
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1934824097
• ISBN13: 9781934824092
• Release Date: June 2009
• Publisher: Open Letter
• Length: 131 Pages
• Weight: 0.10 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.6" x 5.6" x 8.5"

Customer Reviews

A rare glimpse into the twisted mind of a criminal

4.5 out of 5: In this novel by Ilja Leonard Pfeijffer, we learn immediately that Rupert has been accused of a horrible crime, but we know nothing of the specifics. The novel is structured as a confessional monologue, and Rupert begins his defense for the jury by describing the end of his relationship with Mira, his cherished lover. Emotionally devastated, Rupert wanders the city seeking satisfaction of his desires but finding only memories: "I sought her in vain in the mirrors and found instead the twinkling emptiness of memory and longing." Like an expert performer, Rupert maintains a taut suspense by slowly revealing, sometimes consciously and sometimes unconsciously, the important details of his story. His monologue is littered with early, subtle signs of his lunacy, such as his explanation of why he's an expert at all martial arts after only "a couple of lessons": "Those born to the Path see through the principles of every martial art and assimilate them into their soul without having to get bogged down in the details of the particular techniques." Delusional, surely, but also quite humorous. As the monologue progresses, the humor subsides, and Rupert's delusions become ever more menacing. Rupert constantly plays with the distinctions between performers and audience, exhibitionists and voyeurs. Eventually, like many violent criminals, Rupert views himself as existing outside of his body and its actions; he becomes "the voyeur of his own exhibitionism." Pfeijffer's lyrical prose shows heavy influences of Nabokov: "Mira, my sugar-sweet, shimmering Mira, my masochism, my martyrdom, light of my lips, lymph of my cyanic sadness, sea of my swan dive, salt on my howling wounds, wait for me and let me find you." These lines (so beautifully translated by Michele Hutchinson) reveal the depth of Rupert's obsession with Mira and hint at the trouble to come. This masterfully constructed novel culminates in a scene that might be the most powerful description of a crime I've ever read. As to be expected with the stories of psychopaths, Rupert is sexually explicit and loaded with the worst kinds of violence. If that's okay with you, this glimpse into the twisted mind of a criminal will blow you away.

Hate to love it. . .

Ilja Pfeijffer - Dutch poet, novelist, literary critic, and former Ancient Greek scholar - seems to have taken a page from Dean Koontz (i.e. Corky Laputa, Edgler Vess, Junior) and given the villain of his controversial 2002 novella a rather dorky and innocuous-sounding moniker. I wonder if irony was intended. Of course, Rupert is also the protagonist and narrator of "Rupert: A Confession," which is structured as a long-winded and thoroughly self-indulgent speech to a jury over the course of three hearings. Rupert is being tried for a terrible crime (to be revealed at the end) and he firmly believes himself to be innocent. His rambling monologues, however, reveal another, very dark story. The frighteningly brilliant result is best described as pathological poetry. Pfeijffer also shares with Koontz a love of T.S. Eliot, which was a pleasant surprise because I also love Eliot. But whereas Koontz often uses Eliot's verse to emphasize hope amid horror, Rupert's paraphrases of "The Waste Land" reveal an eerie detachment from humanity and a lack of real empathy for what he perceives to be actors putting on a show for him. His only "real" social attachment is his one great love, beautiful Mira, an impossibly idealized woman whom Rupert describes as "the fact the makes fiction possible." In fact, she's such a feminine paragon she makes him sexually impotent, although that doesn't stop his constant self-aggrandizing. Rupert is the perfect example of the sociopathic narcissist, a man with no concept of how to love a real woman and who must subsequently resort to slimy peepshows and hardcore pornography to get himself off. It comes as no surprise that Mira finally gets fed up and leaves him, which ends up precipitating a brutal and horrifying event that Pfeijffer lays out all too vividly. "Rupert: A Confession" is one of those books that you hate to love. Pfeijffer does an excellent job evoking both the psyche of an unbalanced and sexually dysfunctional criminal and the man-made geography of a large city, from the heights of its statues and architecture to the seediest, most animalistic portion of its underbelly. It is a reflection of the mind of man: carnal, creative, and ultimately two-faced. * Review copy *

Creepy Rupert, well-written

Very creepy. Frequently funny. I liked it. Still, though: creepy.