From A to X is composed of A'ida's letters to her lover Xavier in prison alongside his brief notes scribbled on the backs of the pages. Although this book is classified as a novel, it's really a tone piece. There's no plot, and the few details given that hint at the story's location are contradictory. Clearly, Berger wanted to tell the story of two lovers existing outside of a particular place or time. It's the story of oppression, separation, and continuing hope in the face of it all.

A'ida's voice is sweetly poetic as she describes her days to Xavier in her letters, always focusing on the small events and details of daily life. In one letter, she describes watching a couple dance in a cafe:

"The accordionist standing, head almost touching the beams, a few people sitting at tables and in the centre, a couple about to dance--or, perhaps, to dance again for a third or fifth time. She couldn't have been more than seventeen. She stepped out alone, holding her arms a little apart from her body, waiting. Not for her partner who was watching her, bemused. Not for the accordionist who had begun playing. Not for another couple to join her. She was waiting to be carried away by the forces inside her. She was waiting for those forces to emerge. Calmly, her heels a little off the ground, her face open, wrists turned with their palms up, as if to see whether it was yet raining. When she felt the first drop, she would move. The drops came! She circled twice making more than twenty steps and her partner, in a leather jacket and jeans, joined her."

The unique structure of this "novel" is interesting, but the complete lack of any grounding details results in a story that feels insubstantial, like a collection of random musings rather than a cohesive whole.

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This novel puports to be a collection of letters found in a jail cell of Xavier, a man convicted of being a founding member of a terrorist organization. We're told in the introduction that the letters aren't in chronological narrative and that their writer, A'ida, at times uses a code to hide her real meaning. I was psyched by the concept. However, as the book went on, it became clear that either I’m not nearly clever enough to see what’s going on, or the book is really just a series of love letters with an encoded message that was explained in the introdution. This doesn’t necessarily make it a bad book, but I was a little disappointed that the promised high-concept narrative was just a concept.

The anecdotes of daily life that A'ida shares are the best part of the book. Some of the stories are quite moving, and Berger’s narrative writing is great. But when A’ida gets philosophical, the book gets tedious. There’s a whole section on ligands and angels that just seemed incomprehensible. (Might there have been a code there? I sort of hope so, because otherwise, yuck!) The ending, however, is intriguing, and it is the one point in the narrative where it seems clear that A’ida (and the prisoner Xavier in his note on the final letter) is talking about something other than what is written on the page. That last letter could be read in several ways, and the ambiguity is just what I was hoping to find throughout the book.

Upon reflection on the book as a whole, my feeling of disappointment that the book failed to live up to its potential has shifted to one of outrage at being manipulated. Berger writes a story about terrorists and practically forces his readers to sympathize with them. He hides the crimes of A’ida and Xavier so deeply that we forget about them and side with them and against Xavier’s captors. Xavier’s short notes are the only hints we get at his true feeling. Note that the letters offer no real defence of their terrorist actions or try to show they aren’t guilty or that they feel sorry, any of which might be fair means for eliciting sympathy. But Berger hides their crimes in the shadows. Not fair, not fair at all.

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I loved this book, the writing was exquisite, but I needed so much more from it that ultimately it disappointed slightly.
A'ida and Xavier are lovers, but X is imprisoned on terrorist charges. Their story is teased out through some of A's letters to X in jail which were found in his cell when the new prison was built. He never replies, but sometimes writes on the back of the letters.
They live in an unnamed country where A'ida is a pharmacist. She writes about everyday life, her friends, neighbours and customers, and there are always hints of troubles and oppression in the background and it is implied that she is also an activist. She is desperate to be married to X, but the authorities won't allow it so visiting X in prison is an unattainable goal for her - she eventually has to be content with fantasising about him. Xavier's writing is not about A, but is often thoughts about the authorities in the outside world that he is prisoner in.
The reader is left to fill in the gaps which gives great poignancy to the texts, but I was left hungry to find out what happened to them, what X was imprisoned for, what A's role was in their struggle and other questions. Just a few answers would have satisfied, but with the exception of a brief scene-setting introduction, the author is deliberate in his intention of letting these letters speak for themselves along with the enigmatic portraits on the endpapers. ( )

I think I started this book twice before deciding to finish it -- I was a bit disoriented at the beginning because I had no idea where the action was taking place and it was a little off-putting. Then after I delved more deeply into the book, I realized that it could really be set in any one of many troubled places in the world where the locals face some type of military oppression, or where, as the cover blurb notes, "a faceless power inexorably encroaches from outside." Once I cleared that hurdle, the beauty of this book came shining through. It's very small, only 197 pages, but there's a lot of depth here.

The premise is that the last occupant of cell #73 in the old prison of Suse (prior to the opening of a new one) left behind some letters, arranged in three bundles. The prisoner, Xavier, was serving two life sentences because he was found guilty of being a "founder member of a terrorist network." The letters came from his lover, A'ida, who herself is still an activist, and are gathered in three separate bundles. Over a period of time (and we don't know what this time period is, because the letters are not in any chronological order), A'ida tries to communicate life and love onto paper and through the bars of Xavier's cell.

I have to admit to trying to figure out if she was passing along info in some kind of cryptographic way through these letters, but even that got a little old and eventually I got so caught up with A'ida and what she was saying to Xavier that I forgot all about the possibility of hidden messages and just let that all go.

This is another one of those books that really gets to you some time after you've read it. I would definitely recommend it to anyone who enjoys good literature and likes a challenge in their reading. It's not really story-ish or narrative in nature, but it is quite worth the time you put into it. It's also appropriate for the political climate of today's world.

I'm not a professional book reviewer by any means; I'm just a reader. I'm not even an English or Literature major. I don't write flowery prose in describing a book. But I do know what I like and I don't like. And I like this one. The more I think about it, the more it grows on me. I can't really do justice to this book in a review, so I'll direct you to a professional who says what I would say if I were a professional reviewer: http://living.scotsman.com/bookreview... ( )