

Though we are limited to Max’s perspective on the world, we are never put deeply in it. It’s told from a third person perspective.

It’s an odd mix of reality and the absurd. If someone like Thomas Hardy wrote this book, it would be about 500 pages long, so a lot of plot was compressed into a small space. The novel no doubt sparked some ideas for Martel’s work, and at 99 pages in rather large print, it read quickly (in one sitting for me, which says a lot when I have a four and (almost) two year old at home with me this summer). Indeed, on the front cover is a quote from Martel: “I am indebted to Mr. When I read the synopsis-a young man who grew up in Nazi Berlin under the gaze of a stuffed Bengal tiger, then finds himself shipwrecked with a jaguar (maybe)-I realized it couldn’t be an accident that Martel drew from the novel. I heard about this short novel as it was mentioned briefly in something I was reading about Yann Martel’s Life of Pi, a novel I greatly adore and teach almost every year.
