Escape is all that Quir thinks about. Escape from the enclosure on Earth. Escape from the endless interrogations. Quir's memories have been burned out; all he knows is that he must give scientific data to humans whenever they ask for it.
In the Enclosure is in some ways one of Malzberg's more traditional science fiction novels, though it's just as psychologically based with a dark and Dystopian flavor as any of his others that come to mind. It's a story about incarcerated aliens being interrogated by their Terran jailors. If Kafka had gotten really, really depressed and written First Contact....
***1/2. Barry Malzberg proves himself to be the unhinged diplomat of misanthropic SF. Here in 'In the Enclosure' he unravels the most simple alien-in-confinement tale with the blunt and hopeless humor of Franz K and David Goodis. This is lean and mean prose touched with the hilarity of doom. Nobody is really likeable nor relatable, and copious back-stabbing and duplicity (not to mention, fucking) replace the space-opera fearlessness and bravery so emblazoned by macho men, Heinlen & Campbell. Malzberg finds solace in his company of fools and has little respect for tradition, and god bless him for it. His Noir sensibilities really shine through here as humanoid aliens are unjustly imprisoned on Earth...in an enclosure that has more therapists keeping tabs on inmates than the armed guards. There is a scene where the main protagonist's therapist has his own downward shit-fit, and while not only somber, it is quite brutally poignant. All the trappings of The Great Escape are tossed to the curb in this one. With little bravery and much existential anguish, 'In the Enclosure' carries on the darkly-tinged descents of both astronauts and outsiders. While not as dazzling and playful as 'Beyond Apollo', this is a novel worth seeking out for Malzberg completists.
"Fresh off Malzberg’s intriguing young adult novel, Conversations (1975), I picked up a copy of the altogether more disturbing, transfixing, unnervingly prescient, and at moments, brilliant In The Enclosure (1972). As with many of Malzberg’s oeuvre, the work is infused with a steady dose of metafiction — our hero laments (and we writhe along with him in a malaise of unease), “I will never really know” (189). Just as Quir is unsure of his own reality, his diaristic words — which the reader is [..]"
Holy moly. An absolute stunner from Malzberg, I would say his second best novel after "Herovit's World," and even more obscure. Finding such brilliance in obscurity is one of my only joys. This is a psychological science fiction masterpiece.
A book that is atypically plot driven for a Malzberg novel, but with many of his tics and obsessions. The first person narration of a severely neurotic--well, person may not be the right word-- who is trying to make sense of his hellish circumstances. Fans of Malzberg will enjoy this, others may find it a bit much. If you're unaware of Malzberg is like, just think what Kafka would have been like if he wrote science fiction and you'll have the general idea.
Another short, strong Malzberg novel that accomplishes so much in so few pages. The narrator is put in such an unfair, bureaucratic, and miserable situation that the book elicits emotions comparable only to those felt while having a bad experience at the DMV. Intense confrontations, engaging plot with an underlying mystery, narration that may or may not be reliable, and a nihilistic resolution all in less than 200 pages. Great read.
Quarto in una ideale sequela di scrittori di FS ebrei newyorchesi (dopo Asimov, Sheckley e Silverberg: l’evoluzione delle tematiche in soli vent’anni è evidente, ma anche alcuni tratti comuni) non stupisce che Malzberg somigli molto all’ultimo: entrambi poligrafi, prolificissimi autori di vari generi anche per ragioni alimentari (compreso l’erotico) nonchè curatori; entrambi portavoce di inquietudini e nevrosi, entrambi dichiararono nel ’75? l’abbandono della fantascienza.. Se i racconti di Malzberg mi hanno spesso lasciato perplesso (non ho ancora digerito “Una galassia di nome Roma” su Robot, o l’antologia “Guerra finale” su Galassia: Curtoni amava davvero molto la new wave!) per l’esasperato sperimentalismo, i romanzi appaiono decisamente stimolanti: il più celebre, “Oltre Apollo”; l’interessante “Uomini dentro”; e questo, pubblicato da una collana che mi ha sempre ispirato molta simpatia, Saga della MEB (tra l’altro la prima o quasi a proporre C.A.Smith, Peter Beagle, Lord Dunsany, Piers Anthony in Italia) (della sua produzione di Malzberg è stato tradotto poco in Italia, e anche quel poco forse non è sempre il meglio, come “Il giorno del cosmo” in Urania). La new wave fantascientifica offriva un canale espressivo ideale per spiriti portati all’autoanalisi e alla critica sociale più feroce, come ne abbondano nella cultura ebraica; avevo visto in “Portnoy’s complaint” (1969) di Roth un modello per “Dying inside” (1972) di Silverberg, ma anche questo “In the enclosure” del ‘73 (il meno bello dei tre romanzi citati, ma comunque decisamente interessante) in qualche misura vi si rifà: è un lungo diario in prima persona, tenuto da un narratore decisamente inaffidabile, che tra le righe si intuisce personaggio squallido e meschino, sottomesso ai carcerieri a livelli da sindrome di Stoccolma, dedito a copulare brutalmente con le compagne di prigionia e pronto a tradire i compagni; comportamenti per i quali emette un flusso ininterrotto di giustificazioni, nonchè tentativi di autoanalisi, che però non possono andare molto indietro nel tempo, perchè i ricordi di prima dell’imbarco sono stati cancellati. La decostruzione e smitizzazione della “corsa allo spazio”, tema di molti racconti e romanzi di Malzberg, qui raggiunge un vertice: quante volte abbiamo letto, negli anni delle letture più ingenue, di eroici terrestri che sfuggivano a crudeli carcerieri alieni? Questi luoghi comuni vengono stravolti: l’io narrante non è un terrestre, ma un alieno venuto sulla Terra, con 247 compagni, a portare conoscenza; ottenendo in cambio anni di dura prigionia e interrogatorii di cui non si vede la fine. E la sua fuga per la libertà, il sognato ritorno al pianeta natìo per organizzare il riscatto dei compagni rimasti “nella gabbia”, avrà esiti del tutto imprevisti.. Come in “Uomini dentro”, “Nella gabbia” è alla fine una furiosa invettiva contro lo sfruttamento sistematizzato e alienante dell’uomo sull’uomo, qui esteso al lavoro intellettuale; e alla fine la distruzione delle illusioni, di ogni forma di schematismo “noi buoni – loro alieni, quindi cattivi”, sarà almeno liberatoria?
I was a little disappointed with this one. Some of Malzbergs short stories have blown me away. However, this novella was pretty lukewarm. The paradigm shift doesn't really happen until the last page and by then it isn't really mind blowing and more cliche even for the time. I think if this was shortened by 100 pages and cleaned up a bit, it would have been different.