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Kaveh Akbar’s Martyr! is a paean to how we spend our lives seeking meaning—in faith, art, ourselves, others—in which a newly sober, orphaned son of Iranian immigrants, guided by the voices of artists, poets, and kings, embarks on a search that leads him to a terminally ill painter living out her final days in the Brooklyn Museum.

Cyrus Shams is a young man grappling with an inheritance of violence and loss: his mother’s plane was shot down over the skies of Tehran in a senseless accident; and his father’s life in America was circumscribed by his work killing chickens at a factory farm in the Midwest. Cyrus is a drunk, an addict, and a poet, whose obsession with martyrs leads him to examine the mysteries of his past—toward an uncle who rode through Iranian battlefields dressed as the Angel of death to inspire and comfort the dying, and toward his mother, through a painting discovered in a Brooklyn art gallery that suggests she may not have been who or what she seemed.

Electrifying, funny, wholly original, and profound, Martyr! heralds the arrival of a blazing and essential new voice in contemporary fiction.

352 pages, Hardcover

First published January 23, 2024

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Kaveh Akbar

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Kaveh Akbar's poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, Tin House, PBS NewsHour, A Public Space, Guernica, Boston Review, and elsewhere. He is a recipient of a 2016 Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Fellowship from the Poetry Foundation and the Lucille Medwick Memorial Award from the Poetry Society of America. He is also the founder and editor of Divedapper, a home for dialogues with vital voices in contemporary poetry.

His first full-length collection, Calling a Wolf a Wolf, was published in 2017.

Kaveh was born in Tehran, Iran and currently lives in Iowa. He was a visiting professor at Purdue University in Indiana in Fall 2017.

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February 22, 2024
In heaven, opportunity costs,’ wrote Kaveh Akbar in his poem The Palace. It is the concept of martyrdom, that sacrifices must be made—the laying down of one’s life for a cause—but in exchange is eternal glory. It is also the existential question at the heart of Martyr!, Akbar’s debut novel, as the young Cyrus’ journey towards sobriety is also an internal quest to consider how one’s own death might serve to better illuminate a life now given in sacrifice. For a book about death, depression and an aching for understanding, it never feels downbeat as Akbar uplifts the wandering narrative with wry humor and whimsicality and a sense that, in the grand scheme of things, grace outshines the bleakness of rage. It is an ambitious and multifaceted work where not every element quite sticks the landing, though in keeping with the sense of grace, these aspects are easily overlooked by the power and beauty of the whole. As intricate and layered as his poetry, Akbar’s Martyr! and Cyrus’ searing self-journey is an excellent existential investigation into addiction in the face of mental health, identity in the face of history, and life and legacy in the face of death.

I just want to write an epic. A book. Something about secular, pacifist martyrs. People who gave their lives to something larger than themselves. No swords in their hands.

Kaveh Akbar has emerged as an icon of modern poetry in recent years. His first full-length collection, Calling a Wolf a Wolf (a book that, like Martyr! deals heavily into addiction and the struggles towards sobriety), completely floored me when it came out and I ended up rebuying it twice after being so insistent someone read it that I’d give them my copy. Beyond his own poetry, Akbar has been such a shining light of advocacy for modern poetry, founding Divedapper as a home for modern poets to interview each other and share their voices, writing the weekly column Poetry RX for The Paris Review, and publishing his recent anthology The Penguin Book of Spiritual Verse: 110 Poets on the Divine. Here we have Cyrus also compiling an anthology of sorts, spending the duration of the novel on his “The Book of Martyrs” of ‘people who at least tried to make their deaths mean something.’ He too, hopes to become a martyr for art and complete the work with his own suicide.

Akbar’s grounding in poetry shines even in this first long-form fictional release with a narrative that isn’t directionless, persay, but wanders into various narratives, mingles with history to crack it open and extract ‘the hidden voice’ inside, or occasionally diverts into abstraction. It reads as less confined as a typical novel and more in the boundless freedom of a poetry, though the habit of often remaining in metaphorical language and cashing in on frequent references works better in his poetry than prose. Still, I enjoy the frequent insertions of Cyrus’ documents or poems and quotes from real news articles to better fold the historical elements into the work.

This was a deeply moving work. Akbar taps into dark territory to present it with a lightness of humor and grace that bears the fingerprints of having been there themselves. The way something dark can be spoken of with a laugh that isn’t barbed with offense to those who experience it but instead a laugh in the face of it, because you’ve confronted it, locked eyes, and survived. For the sake of sensitivity, readers should know that this deals heavily in themes of depression and suicide, but I found it to be profoundly moving. It also felt familiar. Cyrus reads like a lot of people I’ve known, the sad art types, the sort of people I’ve often been especially when I was 19 of 20 and grappling with darkness myself. The sort of darkness that pushes a lot of people into drink, drugs and poetry like Cyrus. It can be difficult to read at times.
What formed in Cyrus's mind was a blunt and inarticulable plea to be done, for a reprieve from navigating what had become to him an unnavigable world, to not have to spend the next decade or decades unraveling what it all meant, had meant, would mean. The anger he felt at his mother. The vanished. The abandoner. But, also, the pride he felt for her, now. The great artist. It was too much. He prayed for an end to the tyranny of all symbols, beginning with language…

He understood, with a clarity that had until that moment in his life eluded him, that he was not at all made for the world in which he lived, that art and writing had gotten him only trivially closer to compensating for that fundamental detectiveness, the way standing on a roof gets one only trivially closer to grabbing the moon than standing in the dirt.

It’s the sort of introspective work that reminds you of hard times, the ones you might try to make art out of. The kind that finds you pleading with yourself internally, ‘ forming a prayer not exactly in language.’ What really works is that, for having a lot of universiality, it is also highly specific and culturally informed. It’s something many can relate to, but also respect as not their own and an opportunity to listen and learn. I really appreciate Akbar for sharing it with us all.

To say no to a new day would be unthinkable. So each morning you said yes, then stepped into the consequence.

Family and identity play a large role here and are often looked at in context of the history of conflict. Cyrus’ mother was killed in the real-life murder of Iranian Flight 655 when the US navy launched missels at the passanger aircraft in 1988. All aboard were killed yet Cyrus escaped the disaster as he was left behind for being deemed too young for the flight. Quite a heavy burden to bear while watching one’s father sink into alcoholism and dead-end labor in the aftermath, all but inevitably leading to Cyrus’ own struggles with addiction. Elements such as this and the martyrs of Cyrus’ book help situate the novel in the now and help give a historical stage for his family martyrdom such as his uncle dressed as the Angel of Death in battle as a martyr for a national cause.Though some of the more surreal, imagined moments in history felt a bit awkward, I was charmed by the ambitiousness of them.

Grace, that dictionary. A place where everything was attached to a meaning.

Through Cyrus we also get an interesting exploration into identity, not being between both Persian and American identities but both at once. This sort of duality is thematic to the novel with Cyrus feeling both grace and rage at once.
But that's a misunderstanding of grace, which doesn't ask to be paid back. Even when you ve been given the gift twice, emerged from your own death to run away from your husband. Leaving him to grieve you, to raise your child by himself.

Grace and forgiveness are key to the novel, grace that Cyrus was able to live, ‘grace that the man—the boy, reall—at the border accepted my bribe,’ or even grace in language, the medium through which Cyrus works now that his job as a hospital actor is over.
When I learned how to say "cigarette," I walked around saying it to myself like a prayer, like an incantation. see-GARR-ett. It was my favorite word. If I walked up to someone and said it, one time in every five they'd hand me one. Language could make a meal like that.

The novel moves to New York City when Cyrus discovers Iranian-American artist Orkideh who also plans to use death as an artistic medium. Martyr!, at its heart, is an exploration of ‘the big pathological sad,’ or the ways that we all are ‘just a long emptiness, waiting to be filled,’ as Cyrus recounts from an old Muslim tale. This book is less about the emptiness, however, than it is about how we fill it. Cyrus had filled it with alcohol and found himself still empty. Now his life has shaped into a quest to understand that which, as Orkideh quips, has led him to grapple with all the Persian checkboxes of death, of poetry and an awe of mysticism. Like the form of the novel Martyr! itself, this is a journey with no defined shape and this often makes the soul-searching feel directionless, subjective, and highly existential.
This idea for the book, for his own dying going into the museum he'd had a grasp of its shape, why it mattered. It was a tidy, gallant idea about leaving life for something larger than mere living. Becoming an earth martyr. It made sense, and then suddenly it didn't. It held a shape and then suddenly it didn't.

I suspect the term navel-gazing will appear in the criticisms of this book, but I happen to like that sort of thing in a novel. I also enjoy the way this felt like an expression of poetry but as a novel. Akbar plays with familiar territory for those who have read his poetry but takes it in bold and exciting directions and Martyr! makes for a darkly humorous read that asks a lot of big questions that, though they may not always arrive at conclusive answers, reminds us that the quest for knowledge is fulfilling in its own right. May we all find something to fill that emptiness.

3.5/5

'A photograph can say 'this is what it was.' Language can only say 'this is what it was like.''
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March 8, 2024
I was completely ignorant of the poetry of Kaveh Akbar, until I read Martyr!, his first novel. Now that I’ve read his beautiful, lyrical prose, I’ll be sure to seek one of his poetry collections. At first, I thought this book was going to take me to some very dark places. Well, the subject matter is often quite dark, but Akbar manages this with a lighter touch by the addition of humor and the care which he has for his characters. There’s a warmth to the writing that keeps the reader from wallowing in the depths of despair. When we first meet twenty-seven-year-old Cyrus, he’s a recovering alcoholic and drug addict.

“It felt like the only time Cyrus ever really felt now-ness was when he was using. When now was physiologically, chemically discernible from before. Otherwise he felt completely awash in time: stuck between birth and death, an interval where he’d never quite gotten his footing. But he was also awash in the world and its checkboxes – neither Iranian nor American, neither Muslim nor not-Muslim, neither drunk nor in meaningful recovery, neither gay nor straight. Each camp thought he was too much the other thing. That there were camps at all made his head swim.”

Now that he’s sober, he’s completely obsessed with the idea of death. His mother died a senseless death when her airplane was shot down in the Persian Gulf when he was just a baby. His father, an employee at a chicken factory farm in the Midwest, died shortly after raising Cyrus to adulthood and seeing him off to university. There’s a lot of struggling with the meaning of life which further leads to Cyrus’s decision to delve into the lives of the martyrs. He wants to write a book about martyrdom and the idea that a death means something. That one doesn’t live and die for nothing.

“… my whole life I’ve thought about my mom on that flight, how meaningless her death was. Truly literally like, meaningless. Without meaning. The difference between 290 dead and 289. It’s actuarial. Not even tragic, you know? So was she a martyr? There has to be a definition of the word that can accommodate her. That’s what I’m after.”

When he learns of a visual artist living out her last days in a Brooklyn museum, Cyrus buys a ticket east. This might be his chance to find that meaning for which he’s been searching. Orkideh has been diagnosed with terminal breast cancer and has installed herself in an exhibit called Death-Speak. Visitors are invited to sit with Orkideh to talk openly about death. The first thing I thought of was Marina Abramović and her 2010 MoMA performance titled The Artist is Present. As it turns out, Kaveh Akbar was thinking of this as well. Abramović’s performance was referred to briefly in this book. This is the part of the book that truly engaged me the most. That philosophical dialogue between Cyrus and Orkideh really made me think about a lot of things. Life and death, of course. But more than that. The two discuss the role of art and language in our lives. Identity, faith, grace and love are examined. I wanted to sit with the two of them for many more days and glean what I could – particularly from Orkideh. After all, it’s through her that Cyrus learns a bit more about living a life rather than getting hung up on death itself. Oh, and the act of writing and what language holds and fails to hold! I’m sure many of us could relate to these discussions, as lovers of words ourselves.

“I guess, I write these sentences where I try to lineate grief or doubt or joy or sex or whatever till it sounds as urgent as it feels. But I know the words will never feel like the thing. The language will never be the thing.” - Cyrus

“There’s nothing in my life that isn’t bound to my language, or my DNA. What comes the closest, I think, is sex. Not entirely without language of course, and certainly not without the body. But in terms of earnest, mellifluous human communication involving the least junk, sex reigns. It’s where the comprehension density is the greatest. A discerning lover can read an Odyssey in a gasp, a Shahnameh in a sigh.” - Orkideh

I’m giddy thinking about this book! I kept going back and forth between four or five stars. It’s not a perfect book, but when it comes down to it, the question I ask myself is how much enjoyment did I have while reading this? The answer is a whole lot! I loved Cyrus and his questions, his doubts, and his imperfections. I won’t ever forget Orkideh. Akbar adored his characters and made me do the same, even at their most selfish and self-destructive moments. A writer who can do that and manages to offer such thought-provoking topics is going to get five stars from me. I’m going to read your poetry next, dear man.

Note: I just watched a bit of Kaveh Akbar reading one of his poems on YouTube as well as a piece where he reads a portion of this novel. Yep. He’s just as endearing as I imagined him to be.

“I’ve had a rich life. I’ve eaten oysters fresh out of the Caspian! I’ve been to the Frida Kahlo Museum in Mexico City! I���ve made love and been in love and fallen out of love. I’ve made art. I’ve been so lucky.”

“Love was a room that appeared when you stepped into it.”
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January 13, 2024
Martyr was one of my most anticipated reads of 2024 and I'm happy to say that it exceeded all of my expectations!

Martyr is centered around Cyrus Shams. Cyrus is a 20-something poet who is recently sober, the son of Iranian immigrants, and is living in Indiana. As a young child, Cyrus lost his mother when her plane was accidentally shot down and his father recently passed away from a stroke leaving him orphaned.

Cyrus is grappling with an existential crisis and has recently become obsessed with martyrs when he learns about a terminally ill artist who is living out her final days in public at a modern art museum in NYC. Cyrus heads to NYC and embarks on a journey that leads him to uncover some mysteries of his family's past as well as some self-discovery.

This beautiful story just blew me away! It's a story about art, theology, mythology, language, culture, identity, and recovery. Filled with philosophical tidbits, I found this book to be incredibly profound and inspiring. But not only that, it's also very humorous at times. I could seriously rave all day about this book! This is Kaveh Akbar‘s debut fiction novel and I see a remarkable future for him in the literary world!

I listened to the audiobook version of Martyr which was narrated by Arian Moayed who did an amazing job.

Martyr by Kaveh Akbar will be available on January 23 from AA Knopf. Many thanks to Penguin Random House Audio for the gifted copy!!
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March 15, 2024
Booker bait extraordinaire, and I'm here for it! This is an over-ambitious, messy romp, and I love it for being daring, out there, and eccentric. Kaveh Akbar is an Iranian-American poet, and his fiction debut tells the story of Iranian-American wannabe-poet Cyrus Shams who figures that to make his life count, he should ponder what a meaningful death constitutes. An orphan who is recovering from what you would have to call multitox addictions, he sets out to craft a book on martyrdom, and Akbar does not only give us snippets from this ouevre, no: In a mosaic of timelines and perspectives, he tells us the story of Cyrus' family members and their deaths.

Cyrus' mother Roya was on her way from Teheran to a PTSD ward in Dubai to visit her brother who had been tasked to patrol the killing fields in the Iran-Iraq war when her plane suddenly crashed: She was one of the passengers of Iran Air Flight 655 that was shot down by the US, which led to huge international criticism until the case was finally settled before International Court of Justice. What drives Cyrus insane is that his mother's death was, in the grand scheme of things, meaningless to the world. After the tragedy, his father Ali took him to Indiana and worked on a poultry farm while simultaneously self-destructing.

Grown-up Cyrus, looking for direction and inspiration, befriends Orkideh, a female Iranian-American artist who suffers from terminal cancer and stages a performance similar to Marina Abramović's "The Artist Is Present": She sits in gallery and talks to anyone who joins the line. We also get insomnia-induced hallucinations feat. Trump, Lisa Simpson, etc. We get bisexual love. Iranian poets. Impressionistic scenes. Witty conversations. Beautiful, surprising metaphors. Akbar goes all in.

And sure: You could also see this as a weakness, that it's over-the-top, too much. But I love the playfulness with which this author addresses one of the oldest themes in literature and philosophy: The search for meaning. How can an Iranian-American ex-addict and aspiring poet with nothing to show for himself but a profound knowledge of grief and anger turn into one of his ideols, Joan of Arc or early Muslim leader Hussain? How to ascribe meaning to the apparently meaningless, how to endure it? The deep humaneness of Cyrus also lies in the silliness of trying to frame tragic life events as martyrdom: This is literature that laughs about literature, about the stories we tell to generate meaning, but not in a condescending, but in an empathic way.

Flawed? Yes. But interestingly so, and also brave and imaginative.
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January 23, 2024
I thought Martyr was going to be a literary no-brainer for me, a novel that I wouldn't even have to think about because it was pretty much guaranteed that I'd love it. Unfortunately, this was not the case.

I want to start by saying that Martyr is not a bad novel, but rather an unsuccessful one (to me at least). My fundamental issue with it is that it feels like a collection of parts rather than a cohesive whole. Its parts feel disjointed, out of step with each other, not quite amounting to a narrative that feels effective or purposeful. To me, the novel was missing those interstitial parts that make a sequence of chapters feel like a story rather than just...a sequence of chapters. We get chapters from Cyrus's POV, chapters from his father's POV, chapters from his mother's POV, chapters where Cyrus dreams up conversations between characters and historical figures, and I think, put together, those POVs didn't particularly work. It's not that I'm opposed to these kinds of POVs, or to multiple POVs in general, but more that I didn't think the novel gave them enough time and space to feel fleshed out. The result being that they felt like pit stops in the narrative, interruptions that jolted the book's main plot rather than additions that felt necessary to, and interwoven with, that main plot.

Structure aside, I did appreciate this novel's attempts to explore certain ideas; thematically--though not stylistically--it reminded me a little of The Idiot + Either/Or by Elif Batuman. Both are very much rigorously existential novels: where Batuman's novels question particular templates by which we're expected to live (heteronormative relationships, the either/or of living an aesthetic vs. ethical life), Martyr is interested in the question of how to give life meaning through death--its central focus being, of course, martyrdom.

I said I appreciate Martyr's attempts to explore this topic, but that's exactly it: it attempts, but it doesn't succeed. I could tell what the novel was trying (very, very hard) to do, and I could also tell that its attempts were not bad, but ultimately those attempts missed the mark for me. And critically, where a novel like The Idiot is sustained by Batuman's incredibly sharp and wry writing, the writing in Martyr is not strong or distinct enough to sustain its similarly cerebral and introspective story.

Martyr is a novel that has so much potential, and yet never comes together. I started it expecting to love it--it seemed, by all accounts, like just the kind of novel I'd love--and finished it confused because all those things I'd expected to love were present in the writing but not effectively written. The writing is fine but not equal to such an internal story (I was expecting a lot from the writing given that the author is a poet but it didn't really wow me), and the story itself felt scattered and underdeveloped. Altogether, I was left pretty disappointed by this one.
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April 12, 2024
Kaveh Akbar’s Martyr!, one of my most anticipated 2024 releases, fell short of its premise. Despite its potential, Martyr! struck me as a novel that was taken out of the publishing oven far too early. The result is a rather half-baked novel that failed to truly elicit any strong emotion on my part. Despite the novel’s polyphonic structure, the various perspectives in Martyr! sounded less like a choir and more like a monotonous voice, one that inadvertently pulled me out of the reading experience. I found myself acutely aware of its constructed nature, and I felt frustrated by the book’s singular tone. To be sure, there were a couple of reflections here and there that felt perceptive, nuanced, and certainly relatable (especially when it comes to expressing the experiences/mind-set of someone who is depressed, suicidal, and/or addicted). But that was sort of it. We have this main character who despite being in possession of various ‘quirks’ (from his childhood habits to his rather ‘unique’ job at the hospital that sadly made me think of Todo sobre mi madre, a film i fucking hated), is ultimately a springboard for various discourses. The novel is most effective in the “sessions” between Cyrus, our protagonist, a newly sober Iranian-American queer man approaching 30, and Orkideh, a terminally ill performance artist who in a very Marina Abramović move is living out her final days in the Brooklyn Museum. These sections made me think back to María Gainza’s Optic Nerve, and so during these interactions, I found the artspeak and academic references to be apt, whereas, in the remainder of the novel, these felt either didactic or out-of-place.

Cyrus’ chapters are intercut by chapters from his family members: his father, who died while Cyrus was in college, his mother, whose death is in many ways the catalyst for Cyrus’ fixation on martyrdom, and his uncle, traumatized by his experiences in the Iranian battlefields where dressed as the Angel of death, he comforted his dying countrymen. I almost immediately questioned the author’s choice to adopt a 1st pov in their chapters, whereas Cyrus’ are told through a 3rd pov. Their voices, sounded like what Cyrus would think they would sound like.
I wished that the author could have been a bit more unconventional when it came to the structure of his novel. The storytelling could have been more experimental, for instance, something along the lines of Mary-Alice Daniel's A Coastline Is an Immeasurable Thing (a memoir that manages to balance an intimate coming-of-age with various historical accounts), Namwali Serpelll’s labyrinthine (which presents readers with different versions of the same events/episodes), or Kim Thúy’s fragmented forays into the past. A more atypical structure would have complemented Cyrus’ troubled nature to his childhood and family history, as well as his sense of dislocation. For example, we could have had Cyrus either imagining and writing about the experiences of his parents and uncle or providing secondhand accounts of their lives. After all, he is a writer, a poet, who is writing a work on martyrs that is heavily influenced by his own experiences of death and grief.
Or it could have gone for a story-within-story type of framework, a la Elizabeth Kostova, or committed more fully to being a family saga, after all, that type of narrative doesn't prevent one from exploring more ‘literary’ topics or providing thought-provoking reading material (eg. Elif Shafak, Louise Erdrich, Hala Alyan, Margaret Wilkerson Sexton). But Martyr! never quite finds its footing. The use of multiple perspectives is done by rote. And I wouldn’t have minded as much if these various voices had depth, but they struck me as self-referential, mere exercises in style. The author tries to jazz things up by including sections where Cyrus imagines conversations between real-life people, like his mother, and fictional characters, like Lisa Simpson. Not only is this idea not particularly original (exploring a character’s psyche by having them engage in imaginary dialogues with famous figures). Maybe if the author had captured the essence of these fictional figures, I would have been more willing to overlook the contrived nature of these sections, but as it was Lisa Simpson is recognizable as such only because of her pearls and a possible reference to music. These chapters were distractingly gimmicky and further solidified my disinterest in the overall story. As I said early on, the novel did have potential, especially when it came to its topics & themes: martyrdom, death, grief, contemporary American politics, Western military interference in the Middle East, Iranian history, misperceptions of Islam, generational trauma and silence, the relationship between one’s identity and one’s art as well as the difficulty in challenging dualistic either/or way perspectives of one’s identity (when it comes to race, nationality, faith, and sexuality). In many instances dialogues or segments surrounding humanities subject areas rang hollow, at times even performative, as these added little to important issues, or advanced no new perspectives or argument, for instance when it came to using a postcolonial lens to reevaluate the Western canon. Like, we have this bit where two characters, who almost always sound like the same guy, talk about how racist The Bell Jar is, mentioning this one episode from that novel (the novel has several overt instances of racism). They then mention other controversial figures, like Susan Sontag, but the discussion there.. felt truncated, mere name-dropping. One character concludes childishly that everyone should do as he does. I wanted more from a scene like this, and certainly, I wanted this scene to feel like a realistic back-and-forward between two people.
If you follow my reviews here on GR, you know by now that most of my favorite novels are centered around alienated, self-sabotaging, navel-gazing characters (eg. Are You Happy Now by Hanna Jameson, Yolk by Mary H.K. Choi, You Exist Too Much by Zaina Arafat and The Arena of the Unwell by Liam Konemann). And I also have a high tolerance when it comes to rambling internal monologues, or very academic novels (for instance Elif Batuman’s duology). But with Martyr! I did not feel that I was reading a compelling or in-depth character study. Cyrus was a means through which the author could initiate and discuss various topics. Cyrus’ internal monologue struck me as slightly formulaic, affected even. The ideas and images we found there were often overly wordy, in a way that took me out of the reading experience. It made me think of a certain type of very self-conscious academic writing, the kind of writing where something ‘simple’ is worded in such an unnecessarily convoluted way as to lose sight of its original meaning/purpose and can come across as just plain pretentious. While the novel does touch upon interesting issues, certain dialogues, especially the ones between Cyrus and his best friend, or Cyrus and his sponsor, seemed, schematic, and slightly dry. There is this plot reveal that struck me as sentimental and out-of-place, the type of plot point that would have been more suited to a more book-clubby book, or something from Hollywood.
The author's depiction of his female characters left me with the impression that he was playing it 'safe'. Their personalities seemed to blend together, and while they were allowed some flaws, the author held back from making them as chaotic or lively as their male counterparts.

As I said above, the novel would have benefited from having a more ambiguous type of storytelling, as it would have suited the novel’s themes: Cyrus' tendency to mythologize his past and family history, the uncertain nature of the act of retrospection, and so on. I have just read several books exploring these themes and, compared to those, Martyr! comes across as rather derivative and generic. Which is a pity, especially for a novel that includes a quote by Clarice Lispector...

There were instances, often on a sentence level ("hairless in a way that makes my skull louder, the angles of my jaw"...i understand wanting to emphasize the uncle's, shall we say, fragmented psyche but his chapters were, predictably, full of these clunky stylized sentences), that needed more thorough editing (did we really need Cyrus to tell us how a wikipedia page is usually subdivided? And, at the risk of being pedantic: it's Venice Biennale, not Venice Biennal). A lot of descriptions were just...trying too hard (exhibit a: "his face all chin and jaw, cavernous dark eyes like weeping poppies"; exhibit b: "the narrowing angles of her jaw and neck like a diving crystal dangling from an invisible string").

It was by no means a bad read but it was a forgettable one. I was too aware of the author’s presence to feel invested in the story or its characters. The snippets of poetry that we get (written by Cyrus for his book) didn’t feel as striking as they were meant to be. All in all, Martyr was a bit of a misfire. Cyrus is the type of alienated and obsessive young(ish) man going through what could be broadly described as an existential crisis that I have come across before in literature (Hari Kunzru's Red Pill, David Santos Donaldson's Greenlanad, David Hoon Kim's Paris Is a Party, Paris Is a Ghost) and despite his experiences throughout the novel he ultimately ends up adhering to a predictable story arc (featuring convenient coincidences, moments of truth, and so on) that struck me as disappointingly vanilla.

I don’t think that I’d read more by Akbar, but you never know. If this book is on your radar I recommend you give it a try despite my negative review or at least check out more positive reviews if you are making your mind up about it.
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March 30, 2024
This might sound strange, but this novel started to really remind me a lot of The Goldfinch, the further I got into it. Both are stories of young, self destructive, motherless men (motherless as a result of what you could call terrorist acts) hot-messing it through the world, trying to make sense of how to live, hurting dear and selfless people in their lives. Both are incredibly ambitious books, both are compelling yet imperfect and possibly a bit melodramatic.

It's so easy to finish someone's life work and declare it "good" or "bad", isn't it? Believe me, in my comparison to Tartt's Pulitzer winning novel, I am not attempting to be reductive or, really, all that critical. I'll come out and say I LOVED The Goldfinch when I read it, about a decade ago. It pulled me out of a young-mother-sleep-deprived-art-starved stupor. So I will always love that book, even if I sometimes wonder if I'd feel the same way if I read it again, now.

And I loved the experience of reading Kaveh Akbar's book for the same reasons. For the beautiful writing, and for the characters, and particularly the investment in the main character's fate. Plus, this has a strong reference to performance artist Marina Abramovic (who I love), and a dream sequence featuring Sufi mystic Rumi (who I adore) smoking some reefer, so there's that. There's also a truly illuminating and fascinating Iranian perspective here, one that I was grateful to experience.

There's something messy about this novel, something that occasionally feels a bit too much, and relies on a grand coincidence of plot, and it feels like the author threw everything including the kitchen sink at it.

But, I have to admire the thoughtfulness and the spirit in which this book was written. I mean, I come out of this novel, which hinges on the question of how to make one's death mean something, with a secret burst in my heart, simple but revelatory at the same time, and which smells like lavender and sunshine: it's the meaningfulness of one's LIFE that is the important thing.
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560 reviews526 followers
March 8, 2024
Literally just finished. So I’m going to need more time to compile my thoughts.

I get why some readers say this book is all over the place. I agree, but that overzealousness worked for me. It was just so compelling the entire time. Very creative, unique, and the prose was ridiculously good.

I’m not usually an envious person, but lawd, I am insanely jealous of this man’s talent lolz. I could pretty much underline the entire book. Like how???

Really enjoyed all the tangents, anecdotes, dream sequences, philosophical ponderings, pretty much everything that this novel had to offer. The ending is bonkers, yes, but I thought it was fitting + gorgeous.

Overall, what a wild one. A new fave.

~Full review coming soon.
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1,210 reviews142 followers
January 30, 2024
CW: substantial reflection on suicide, breast cancer

Kaveh Akbar's Martyr! is an unsettling book in ways both good and not-so-good. I found it a deeply engaging read, but it's also a book I would only want to press on a very specific readership.

Let me try to explain.

Cyrus, the book's central character, was born in Iran, but as an infant he moves to the U.S. with his father after his mother dies in the U.S. attack on Iran Air Flight 665 ( https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iran_Ai... ). As a young man, he's a poet with multiple day jobs. In connection with doubts about the purpose of life, he's also growing increasingly obsessed with the idea of martyrdom. What is worth dying for? Will the right death give life meaning? What kind of death? Cyrus is also queer and a recently sober alcoholic.

He and his lover/friend-with-benefits Zee find out about a conceptual artist, Orkideh, who is dying of breast cancer and has "installed" herself in a New York museum as "Death-Speak," the idea being to let others see the dying process and to engage in conversation with them. Cyrus and Zee make their way to New York, where Cyrus is able to have several conversations with Orkideh. His questions about life and purpose deepen and and a lasting break between Cyrus and Zee seems imminent.

One other element, his uncle, who still lives in Iran, spent his military service riding through Iranian battlefields dressed as the Angel of death to inspire and comfort the dying—the goal being to prevent them from committing suicide, which would bar them admittance to heaven. (I have not been able to verify whether this is an imagining of the author or something that actually happened. If you know more than I do, please let me know.)

These are remarkable elements on which to build a book.

The promo material describes Martyr! as "[e]lectrifying, funny, wholly original, and profound." It is these, but, even with humor, a read exploring ideas of martyrdom is demanding undertaking. So, to get back to my comment about not-so-good surprises and to stumble into the territory of TMI—I have a history of clinical depression, well-controlled now, but not always so in my past. There are times when reading this book could have pushed me further into the self-destructive world view that was already shaping my life. I don't mean to be melodramatic here. I'm just saying that some of us at some times might find day-to-day life more difficult after spending time with this book.

Kaveh Akbar is a gifted and, as the promo materials says, a wholly original writer. If you're the kind of reader who is up for some very serious reflections (along with occasional laughs), you will probably enjoy this book. I did. If you're in a blue period, wait until you feel stronger before cracking it open.

I received a free electronic review copy of this title from the publisher via NetGalley; the opinions are my own.
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Author 7 books1,281 followers
April 21, 2024
The trouble with Kaveh Akbar is that I heard his voice first.

I heard him speak. At crowded bookstores, on podcasts, staring into the eyes of smitten interlocutors with the kind of attentiveness one would pay for, his heartbreaking smile swallowing his entire face.

Kaveh Akbar really pays attention. Like all great poets do.

I watched him talk with his hands, his knees bobbing up and down with nervousness and excitement, trying to stay in his seat, the brilliance of his brain on full display, zigzagging wildly inside his organs before making it to his lips.

An artist, a man-child consumed with a hunger that is hard to miss, a heart so big it could not live anywhere else but on his sleeve. Language just needed to catch up.

And oh, does it try here. Addiction, identity, martyrdom, art, grief, friendship, alienation, recovery, creativity, American-ness, Iranian-ness, growing up, love, purpose. Longing, longing, longing. This beautiful oddity of a book pulses with Akbar’s high-octane brain and sensitivity, feeling its way around like tentacles. Waiting for language to catch up.

And somehow, language fails. But not because it isn’t wonderful and inventive and razor-sharp wicked smart. Language fails because the beauty of THAT life, of what is, of what Akbar knows is there, that which can sometimes be caught on film or photography, will always stay out of reach of… words.

Dreams are one of the most mysterious and bewitching things that we experience and yet they fall flat as soon as we speak them. So does our sense of identity. So does the fragile hollow that we’re all trying to fill.

The trouble with Kaveh Akbar is that I heard his voice first.

And how can you not love him.
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667 reviews11.7k followers
January 7, 2024
This is stellar debut novel. I loved the writing so so much. Just glorious sentences. The book switches between perspectives and the voices all sounded the same with the same tone and that annoyed me a hair. Overall thrilled about this book and think it’ll be on lots of lists come years end.
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728 reviews945 followers
March 6, 2024
Ultimately a queer love story – or series of interconnecting queer love stories – poet Kaveh Akbar’s debut novel centres on Iranian American Cyrus - although Iran itself isn’t even a distant memory, Cyrus was still a baby when his father moved them to America. After leaving university Cyrus is adrift, grappling with a history of extreme alcohol and substance use, compulsions barely kept at bay through AA. His everyday is Indiana where he attempts to write poetry but makes a living as a “standardized patient” someone whose feigned diseases train prospective doctors to project a suitable “bedside manner.” It’s a role that seems to encapsulate Cyrus’s impression of late capitalist America, an alienating place lacking in substance, a society where even its carers merely “perform” empathy and compassion.

Emotions of grief and anxiety threaten to overwhelm Cyrus, so much so that he decides to embrace them. He plans to die but only after he’s achieved something that gives his death meaning, like the martyrs whose stories obsess him – from Bobby Sands to Joan of Arc. An obsession rooted in the death of his mother on Iran Air Flight 655, a passenger plane shot down by American missiles, killing everyone onboard. For Cyrus his mother’s death’s the very essence of futility: essentially written off as collateral damage by American forces and used as a propaganda tool by Iran’s, even its outcome has no stable meaning. The later loss of his father who died labouring on an industrial chicken farm confirms Cyrus’s impression of life as meaningless and absurd. An absurdity that surfaces in a series of surreal dreams which throw together characters from his life with fictional figures like Lisa Simpson. But then Cyrus hears about Iranian American, performance artist Okideh’s DEATH-SPEAK a piece located at Brooklyn Museum. Okideh is dying from a form of cancer and has chosen to spend her remaining time conversing with museum visitors. Together with his closest friend Zee, Cyrus travels to New York to meet her and what he finds changes everything.

Akbar’s semi-autobiographical novel delves into complex issues of identity, othering, the nature of art, faith versus radical uncertainty, connection versus disconnection. There are numerous shifts in time, place, and in perspective, we hear from characters like Zee, Cyrus’s father, Cyrus’s mother recounting her past in Iran. Stretches of prose jostle with short poems and dreamscapes, more realist episodes are interrupted by elements reflecting aspects of Iranian literature, history and myth. This gives the overall narrative a determinedly-fragmented feel which partly mirrors Cyrus’s fragmented family history and fractured sense of self. But, for all its inventiveness, this is a fairly conventional novel something that becomes increasingly obvious. It’s an accomplished, gripping, well-crafted piece but sometimes that crafted-ness served to highlight Akbar’s background as a creative writing graduate. Some scenes felt heavily workshopped, overly polished in ways that muted their potential force – the concluding variation on a redemption arc was definitely moving but it also tipped towards trite and sentimental.

Thanks to Netgalley and publisher Picador for an ARC

Rating: 3 to 3.5
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439 reviews757 followers
December 29, 2023
Believe the hype: Kaveh Akbar has arrived on the long-form scene with a self-contained debut novel as finely wrought as any given inch of his poetry. The breathtaking, layered exploration of American necropolitics in Martyr! begins with a rumination on addiction as our poet-protagonist Cyrus Shams finds himself struggling through a painful recovery. In the clarity – or emptiness – afforded him by his hard-earned sobriety, Cyrus finds himself adrift, an orphan of a ‘third culture’ unable to locate meaning in his life or in the poetry that, though once his purpose, seems now to have all but dried up inside him.

The root of our protagonist’s struggle with substance is grief: he lost his mother as an infant when her flight out of Tehran was shot down by the US Navy, and his bereaved father, who relocated to small-town Indiana to work on a chicken farm, died shortly after sending him off to university. Having dulled himself in a cocktail of drugs and alcohol for years and now emerging from his stupor at the cusp of 30 still stuck in his old college town, Cyrus toys with the idea of suicide. However, given the senselessness of the deaths that have shaped his life, he wants to join the ranks on his own terms. Obsessed with the idea of making his one life and death matter, he conceives of a grand poetic project called “The Book of Martyrs,” a work that would properly honour the overlooked martyrs who came before him, provide him his footing as a poet, and allow him to approach an eternal rest with ease.

The first stop for Cyrus is to pin down what it is that makes a martyr. There’s Bobby Sands, Hypatia of Alexandria, Bhagat Singh, and Joan of Arc, but what of those like his mother, whose martyrdom along with 289 others aboard that plane was filed as an accident, and his uncle, who rode through Iranian battlefields dressed like the Angel of Death, his forsaken sanity considered a mere casualty of war? Cyrus finds his compendium of martyrs pointedly limited until he stumbles across Orkideh – a fellow Iranian-American artist choosing to die of Cancer in-exhibition – and flies down to meet her. Will her closeness to death provide Cyrus with his conclusions, or leave him with further questions?

Emotionally charged and threaded through with potent political queries, Martyr! is a brilliant, blazing epic despite its size. In the same vein as Elif Batuman’s The Idiot and Either/ Or , it is a self-aware and authentic exploration of how profound existentialist inquiry works with a navel-grazing twenty-something at its helm. Like Catherine Lacey’s Biography of X (which was, as I often reiterate, my top read of 2023), it too uses the making of an artist artists – there is as much of Orkideh (modeled on Marina Abramović) here as there is of Cyrus (whose character may or may not be inspired by Akbar’s own experiences) – as a lens to focus on the socio-political context that shapes their work and worldview.

But even as it makes me recall books I have read before, Martyr! is wholly original: particularly in its conceptualisation of Cyrus as a character who is not ‘between’ hyphenated identities, but is radically both Iranian and American. The writing follows a unique mode of fluidity undoubtedly aided by Akbar’s practice as a poet, with its non-linear, multi-perspectival narrative intersecting with extracts from Cyrus’ “Book of Martyrs” and interspersed with elaborate dream sequences that put characters in conversation with real and fictional cultural imprints – from Lisa Simpson and Rumi to Donald Trump Jr. – in the purchase of unconscious meaning-making. The evocativeness and playful elegance of Akbar’s prose here is so impactful that the novel’s flaws – small contrivances, big coincidences, and plot twists you can see coming from a mile away – seem almost intentional, a testament to how a poet can transform an occasionally weak plot with the shape of their words alone.

There is also plenty in here for the particular delight of existing fans of Akbar’s poetry and critical work: I really liked seeing a line from the one Jean Valentine poem (Akbar’s favourite, per his Poetry Rx piece in The Paris Review ), reinterrogated within the context of Cyrus’ story. I can see Martyr! being compared to Ocean Vuong’s On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous seeing as it too is an acclaimed poet’s fiction debut, but whereas Vuong’s prose is as perfectly poetic as his poems, Akbar has fashioned a fresh new style for his endeavour, balancing the transmutative power of poetry and the grounded readability of a novel set to stand the test of time.

4.5 stars
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440 reviews137 followers
January 12, 2024
Martyr! is a book on forgiveness - in that I forgave a lot of what didn’t work for me because what did work hit so hard.

I've mentioned plenty of times how I love sad sack books and Cyrus, a queer poet struggling with sobriety and depression while looking for meaning in his art and life (or death), definitely fits the bill (he is the sackiest of sacks). The clear, precise writing and the questioning of the limits of language were the cherry on top. There’s even a scene that made me cry as Cyrus walks around the city mourning his mother who died when he was a baby.

This is a book that questions theology, mythology, capitalism, and art amongst all of this. His mom died in an Iranian plane shot down by the US government, his dad died after working for years in an American chicken processing plant, his uncle is literally death for the Iranian military, and Cyrus lives in Indiana never quite belonging. How Iranian are you if you lived most of your life in the US? How American are you if you have a different name, skin color, or religion? And there’s that whole ‘straight passing’ thing when you’re a queer man.

So, the question is, what did I have to forgive?

-A gimmicky ending that was supposed to move me, but I guess I have no heart? I was not moved.

-Plot points that are seen miles away.

-The ‘aside’ chapters that didn’t always seem to connect and, often, got in the way of the pacing and plot. Some of these different pov’s felt underdeveloped at times.

-The first half not feeling like the second half. Certain themes and ideas seemed abandoned.

The thing is, I have to admit that this is so well written that I allowed myself to get swept away in it and still found the story propulsive. There are so many lines and thoughts that stood out to me and that I still think about. I loved the way fact and fiction blend to tell this story. I loved that it’s messy and nonlinear because that’s how grief and regret are.

This is a long winded way of saying this book isn't perfect, but it's so worth it.
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361 reviews8 followers
January 31, 2024
Didn't actually finish this one, got just beyond halfway and ran out of steam. May well try again, since there are so many trustworthy raves out there. But on this occasion I found the prose impeccable, likeable, readable, and somehow...affectless is the word that seems to fit best. I think the tone of the book is partly to blame. A lot of potentially devastating things occur, but striking the balance between disaffected and detached and emotionally engaging is clearly not easy. Anyway, glad it worked for so many.
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42 reviews321 followers
March 17, 2024
This book was so hilarious and touching that toward the end it made me feel high just from reading it. One of my favorite books I’ve read in years.
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502 reviews136 followers
February 1, 2024
It took a bit of time to get into the flow of the story, but then I was hooked. This was intense, original, profound and compulsively readable!
Thank you Picador for the advance copy.
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76 reviews10 followers
August 16, 2023
There's no way that I could describe the experience of reading this book that would do it justice. But I'll try anyway:

I didn't want to cry, so I held back, but holding back just gave me a headache, and I ended up crying anyway.

This is ultimately a book about many people's stories converging into one coherent mess of a life, because sometimes life doesn't make sense; and sometimes it's ugly in a way that not even poets can romanticize.

This book is one that I think would be hard to pull off if it was written by any other author, so I am grateful that it was this author in particular who decided to write it and allowed us to read it.

I can feel already that this one is going to sit with me for a long, long time.

Thank you to Netgalley for the ARC in exchange for an honest review.
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165 reviews94 followers
February 5, 2024
I have never felt a desire so strongly to re-read a book so soon after finishing it.

My high expectations were exceeded. I wasn’t expecting the plot to also be a family saga which are one of my favorites to read.

“We spend our lives trying to figure out how to pay back the debt of being. And to whom we might pay it”

In ‘Martyr!’ we meet Cyrus at his breaking point, bartering with God to give him direction. Cyrus is an Iranian-born American orphan, navigating the traumatic death of his mother, Roya. Roya died in an airplane that was blown up by a missile fired by the U.S. Navy warship [a true incident during the Iran-Iraq War]. Cyrus feels that his mom’s death was treated like it didn’t matter and he desires the opposite for his but doesn’t know how to achieve it.

At a seemingly coincidental time, Cyrus’ friend tells him about an artist in New York with terminal cancer spending the rest of her days in a gallery for all to visit—an opportunity to find clarity in his feelings about Martyrdom for himself and his book. But we see how this weekend becomes a defining moment in Cyrus’ life in more ways than intended.

“It’s easy for people who have sacrificed nothing to rationalize their own ordinariness by calling me lucky. But I sacrificed my entire life; I sold it to the abyss. And the abyss gave me art”

Even though this is a story about martyrdom, it's also a story about much more --- grace, possibilities, sacrifice, identity, survivor's guilt, reconciling with the unfairness of life, and how to keep living. So many lives are shattered by deaths that are senseless and I’ve always been most moved in how those make sense of it and find a way to keep going.

Following him unpack his overwhelming feelings and trauma was cathartic and I loved the switches in POV between several members of his family - his mom, dad, uncle, and friend Zee (who we all need in our lives!)

“Love was a room that appeared when you stepped into it”

I love it when poets write novels. I have added new quotes to keep with me. I enjoyed the untraditional structure. The ending and plot twists worked so well for me.

I'm especially grateful for the reminder about two things... Grace, one of the most powerful things we can give to ourselves and others, and love, something we often take for granted and act entitled to but requires our active participation.

Already an NYT bestseller and well deserved. Congratulations Kaveh and thank you so much for the arc I’m cherishing this copy!
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1,099 reviews244 followers
April 1, 2024
Stunningly written, Martyr! is the story of Cyrus, the son of Iranian immigrants who now lives in America. His mother was killed in a plane crash when it was mistakenly shot down by the American air force, and Cyrus spends much of his adult life thinking about his mother’s death, the nature of death, your agency in it, and what it means to be a martyr.

I loved how this was written. It was beautiful but addictive, and Akbar does not bog you down with overwritten passages or flowery metaphors but uses just the right amount of lovely and poetic prose to keep you engaged but emotionally move you at the same time. I adored his sections going to the art museum in Brooklyn and found the way these parts blossomed to be so tragically burdened but also really enlightening. Even though you knew that a certain thing was inevitably going to happen at the end of this book, Akbar catches you off guard at your most vulnerable point and hammers home the message that we truly never have the agency we want over how we choose to live or die.

There is a great use of form in this book with the inclusions of poetry, quotes and prose that the character Cyrus is writing through the course of the novel. They didn’t seem to break the story up but helped to tell it. I don’t know how Akbar managed to structure this book so well with its number of different POVs, time periods and forms of narrative but it was genius the way it was done.

Really enjoyed this and I think absolutely everyone who reads it will be able to recognise what a feat of literature it is. Truly feel like I experienced an entire lifetime in reading these 300 pages and will miss being in Cyrus’s strange and pensive head now it’s over.
562 reviews52 followers
March 1, 2024
Martyr! tells the story of Cyrus, a young Iranian-American whose father emigrated to the US after his mother died in Iran Air Flight 655 (shot down by the US Navy in 1988).

Cyrus is struggling with suicidal thoughts and addiction, he is both an enfant terrible and deeply sensitive, which I did not always find believable. Obsessed with the idea martyrdom and dying for a cause so that his life has meaning, Cyrus decides to visit an Abramowic-like performance art installation in New York, by a dying Iranian artist, which changes everything.

I admired this more than I enjoyed it. There was a bit too much 'author' in it and too many distractions and POVs from the main narrative. Also, towards the end it really turned much too sweet for my taste.

The book is blurbed by Tommy Orange, and in fact the style reminded me a lot of 'There There', including the same mixed feelings of admiration on the one hand and a feeling of relief to have finished as it's all a bit too much.
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36 reviews4 followers
March 2, 2024
march 1 update: bro every day i get more angry about how much this book sucked. i’m posting this here to avoid the urge to drop it to one star bc that just feels mean. but come on bro

jan 28th: ok i wanted to love this book very much, since i am a fan of akbar’s poetry. also bc on paper, in many ways, it felt like it was written exactly for me, or for people like me. and yet—i felt like this book was just incredibly...palatable, like it was bending over backwards to be legible and mushy enough to be digested by libs and natalie portmans who can read this book and feel good about continuing to posture as they do about iran and iranians. and definitely it was not for me, akbar’s fellow iranian-born angsty immigrant. sadly i found it to be Very Unspicy and Extremely Self Absorbed despite being about martyrdom and empire, topics which are fundamentally Spicy and Vast—or at least have the potential to be. there were a few instances of rich texture: the opening, the giraffe scene, ferdowsi’s story, etc, but unfortunately i feel like these vivid threads were started and then deposited (abandoned?) into the self absorbed soliloquizing goopy rest of the book, which had a lot of poetic connective tissue and not too much.. tooth? anyway. wish i could have loved it--and come on. you’re really gonna do rumi like that?
14 reviews
July 26, 2023
A soul-resurrecting, brain-melting, cackle-inducing, completely brilliant novel about ghosts, art, addiction, idle hands, and family secrets. I adore Kaveh’s poetry and this novel is a stellar debut to follow—as funny and macabre as it is sensitive and earnest.
I loved following the voicey main character, Cyrus Shams, through all of his mess and tumult, grief and self-discovery. So much to revel in here.
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287 reviews73 followers
January 29, 2024
Reading this, you can tell that Akbar is a poet, not because he gilds the lily, but because of his affecting precision. Martyr! covers all the big stuff, love, death, addiction, grief, searching for meaning, you name it, but it never feels overstuffed or out of Akbar’s control. Now, I’m off to read his poetry.

Thank you to Netgalley and Knopf for early access!
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143 reviews8 followers
February 1, 2024
Absolutely incredible, could not recommend this book enough, wow wow wow.

Boldly asks two questions: 1) Am I a good person and does my life/death/art matter? and 2) Am I actually a bad person for the amount of time I spend thinking about question 1?
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13 reviews8 followers
October 21, 2023
You can tell this book was written by a poet — and I mean that in both a good and a bad way. There are plenty of beautiful passages, but the plot basically slows to a crawl when Cyrus reaches New York City and that is when we are treated to an enormous plot contrivance that felt unsupported by the rest of the text. There are multiple POVs (Cyrus’s dad, his mom, his uncle??) that, if they even have a clear purpose, are far too underdeveloped to meaningfully contribute to the story. The underdevelopment of Roya in particular was a fatal flaw given how critically important she becomes to the story. On top of that, the incessant dream sequences distracted from the main plot (and the side POVs) and added nothing—there were no new voices or conversations. I did like the addition of Cyrus’s poetry, however.

I also had an issue with the central theme. Having such a close up concern on martyrdom *specifically* (not just death generally) confused me as a theme given what we came to understand about Cyrus’s past and family. But okay, even if I accept that as a central theme, the treatment of the theme became repetitive and pretty quickly dull. In many conversations with his sponsor, Orkideh, and Zee, we never really understand how Cyrus makes the connection from being depressed/suicidal to wanting to be a martyr. His own words are confusing on that front. He wants to die, badly, but not until he can figure out a way to make his death matter. It felt like a dishonest representation of how a depressed person might actually think about death, it was so clinical and academic. And ultimately, Cyrus sort of abandons the idea anyway.

Which brings me to the ending. I was unfortunately unmoved by the last few chapters (which I could tell were supposed to move me). The climax of Cyrus’s relationships with Orkideh and Zee were unconvincing, because those relationships in and of themselves were unconvincing. The relationships were predicated on both characters *giving* and giving and giving to Cyrus, being these guides almost for the sake of his healing and development. They were used for the sake of the plot, and nothing more.

It was a fine book, but not what I expected given rave reviews.
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3,397 reviews1,014 followers
February 2, 2024
On my blog.

Rep: Iranian pan mc with substance abuse disorder, Polish Egyptian gay li, Iranian mcs, Iranian sapphic mc, Iranian sapphic li, Vietnamese sapphic li

CWs: suicidal ideation, drug use, cancer, death of a parent

Galley provided by publisher

It’s hard to say exactly why Martyr! disappointed me exactly. I went into this hoping that Kaveh Akbar’s debut novel would be a sure thing, but it turned out to be not quite that. There were elements I liked, of course, but on the whole it was not as much as I was hoping to.

The story follows a few different plotlines, namely Cyrus in the present day and his family in the past. All of it surrounds a single event, the death of Cyrus’s mother as her plane was shot down over the Persian Gulf when Cyrus was a baby. The tragedy of it has chased Cyrus ever since, and it’s what drives him to visit an art exhibit, in which the artist is dying. Surrounding this all is Cyrus’s obsession with martyrs and his desire for martyrdom and to live a meaningful life.

Martyr! was definitely a well-written book, and poetic to boot. A lot of it was the kind of writing you can just sink into but, from time to time, it started to feel forced and a little irritating. This was surprising, since Akbar’s poetry is among my favourites, but his prose work occasionally felt a bit like the proselytising tone you see a lot on social media, in a gratingly earnest way.

Perhaps this wouldn’t have been such an issue if I didn’t feel entirely frustrated by Cyrus and his obsession with martyrdom. This is, as you might expect, a personal thing. And, while I say that this impacted my enjoyment of the writing, I’m wondering if it wasn’t some vicious circle type thing. The writing irritated me, so Cyrus’s obsession started to irritate me in that style, and it just started spiralling. I want to take a moment now to mention that, while I’m using these words, it was a low grade kind of irritation, one that had a little impact on my enjoyment but not a huge one.

Even so, Cyrus’s obsession was a large part of the book and was tied to his selfishness which, for most of the book, everyone simply accommodated. Yes, both of these aspects were, in part, related to his depression, and maybe it sounds harsh for me to say this but. For me, I needed someone to call him out on his self-martyrdom and selfishness well before he actually had to confront them. This, it seems, was the main driver for the book, which left a lot of it feeling directionless, since it happened so late. As such, I found myself much more interested by her mother’s POVs in the past (of which there were too few, comparatively).

Of course, if you’ve made it this far, there’s every chance that you will enjoy this much more than I did. Everyone’s tastes differ, after all. So, if this is a book that sounds good to you, I would stress that you try it!
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