I finished it.
(This review is spoiler free! As it should be.
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Never before have I read something so affecting, so well-written, so intelligent, so detailed, and I suspect that I never again will. At this point, I highly doubt that anything could approach the regard I have for this book.
My 11th grade English teacher told us that the word "sublime" had many meanings, but all of them were beyond the true understanding of most people in the world. Generally taken to mean outstanding, inspiring awe, or elevated in thought, I, much like that teacher, believe the true meaning is deeper than any textbook definition could convey. It's a feeling, a powerful concentrated emotion that many strive to produce or experience, but only happens in seldom, fleeting moments.
Hanya Yanagihara's sophomore novel A Little Life is sublime.
To detail why I love this book so much would be to give you a copy of the book to find out for yourself. Every main character feels as real and as fleshed out as somebody I could know in person. They drift in and out of the story as their relationships with each other change.
At the outset, we are introduced to four friends who were roommates in college; Jude St. Francis, Willem Ragnarsson, Jean-Baptiste (JB) Marion, and Malcolm Irvine. The friendship they share is truly something special. We witness their lives and careers grow and change over the course of approximately three decades, though the focus shifts to Jude and Willem partway through. Jude has the most troubling past of any character or person I have ever known, and we are treated to its details in slow, painful bursts of exposition. Yanagihara weaves time periods into eachother just as naturally as if they flowed the same way chronologically. Everything has a flow to it. In the course of one chapter we might be treated to the current activities of Jude at 41, a flashback to a story about Jude's past, then transition smoothly to a Willem and Jude scene at 35. It's truly incredible how it works and maintains a unique and brisque pacing.
No part of the book should have been cut, and there is really nothing that I feel could be added to improve the book in the least. Even the tertiary characters are memorable; I know I'll think about Black Henry Young, Richard, Phaedra, Ali, Jackson, Oliver, or Sanjay from time to time, though obviously not as often as Andy or Harold and Julia.
Willem and Jude, though, are the stars of this show. Characters so fleshed out that I wanted to know them, to be them. I felt their pains and successes. I, at times, felt I could approach understanding of Jude's frequent self-harming actions. I cried alongside them and smiled at their happiness.
A Little Life contains multiple levels of meanings in its title alone. The obvious being "a small life," and "a small section or glimpse of life." Other meanings are only elucidated upon reading. At one point the title is mentioned in the story directly and it reduced me to tears due to the simple addition of yet another layer.
As a word of warning, however, this book does contain intense scenes of basically every bad thing you could imagine happening to people. Including, but not limited to, rape, severe abuse, drug addiction, self-harm, death, and awful things happening to children that I won't detail here for reasons of spoiling as well as the harshness of content. If you absolutely cannot stand these and they cause you mental trauma, stay far away from this book.
On a more positive note, I do want to congratulate Yanagihara on her usage of numerous different races and sexualities (on multiple, sometimes shifting, parts of the spectrum) for all of her characters.
The end of this book broke me in a way I have never been broken by any form of media before. Every powerful emotion Yanagihara skillfully utilized throughout the book came back to sock me in the gut once more. I literally felt numb. I had witnessed thirty-some years of the lives of people that I could no longer see.
I don't think I can ever truly express everything I felt during and after reading this, but I can say that it is going to require something truly monumental to upseat it, since it may well be my favorite book of all time.