Eli is a teenager who adores his uncle, Poxl West, who is not really a relative but is more of a grandfather figure to Eli. When Poxl writes a memoir of his experiences during WWII, Eli is miffed that he never receives his signed copy, but still he reads the book several times and uses it as a basis for school assignments. This novel contains the entire text of Poxl’s memoir, and this book-within-a-book is the real meat of this novel. Poxl, a Jew, flees Czechoslovakia for the Netherlands as a young man, at the behest of his father, but Poxl’s real impetus is the shock of seeing his mother with her lover. Virtually the same thing happens in the Netherlands, where he escapes to England after seeing his prostitute girlfriend Francoise with another man. He occupies himself in London as a civilian rescuer during the blitz but never gives up on his dream to become an RAF pilot. Except for the twist near the end, which did not seem all that original to me, this novel didn’t really turn me on that much. The twist does justify the book-within-a-book structure, though, and creates an unfortunate dilemma for Eli, while shedding more light on Poxl than even his own memoir does. As for the memoir itself, Poxl’s incessant hand-wringing over his abandonment of Francoise becomes tiresome after a while, although I thought his abrupt departure from Czechoslovakia was much more lamentable. Other characters seem to disappear almost as fast as they are introduced, and the turbulent times are certainly responsible for some of this. Still, I never established any sort of bond with any of the characters, even though they weren’t despicable or villainous. I would have liked to have felt more invested in either Eli’s or Poxl’s story.
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
This novel seems so authentic that it feels like an autobiography. And, yes, the narrator, Lucy Barton, is a writer. She is enduring an extended hospital stay resulting from an appendectomy infection. One morning she wakes up in her hospital bed to find her estranged mother sitting in the room. Lucy’s husband, who barely visits at all, has paid for Lucy’s mother’s journey. Little by little, the author reveals disturbing snippets in Lucy’s poverty-stricken and abusive childhood. Although Lucy as a grownup has had very little contact with her mother, she is delighted to see her and hear her take on their family’s place in the community, as well as curious nuggets of information about neighbors. What’s interesting here is that there is a massive disconnect between the reality of Lucy’s childhood and her mother’s distorted view. Lucy’s mother offers no regret, embarrassment, or apology for Lucy’s extremely painful childhood. Her mother is disconnected emotionally as well, unable to express the love for her daughter that she obviously feels. The author explores the mother-daughter dynamic here in a way that transcends logic. Lucy has kept her distance from her mother for years but now delights in sharing memories and stories that don’t relate to either of their current lives. Elements of this book seem very much like The Glass Castle but with more emphasis on Lucy’s present life in New York, including her admiration for her very caring doctor and for an established author who gives her some important advice about not whitewashing the ugly stuff.
Labels: 4 stars
Wednesday, November 16, 2016
This unusual novel is told from the perspective of three characters, none of whom is the title character. The book is divided into three parts, so that each narrator has his/her own section. The vegetarian in question is Yeong-hye, a South Korean woman who has a frightening dream that persuades her to stop eating meat immediately. Her husband narrates the first section and confesses that he chose Yeong-hye as his wife especially for her lack of distinction. Even after throwing out all of the meat in the freezer and adopting a vegetarian diet, she continues to have nightmares, and her weight loss drives her father to try to force feed her at a family dinner. After a brief stay in a mental hospital, she attracts the attention of her sister’s husband, an artist who narrates the second section. He takes advantage of Yeong-hye’s fragile emotional state for his own warped artistic purposes. Yeong-hye’s sister narrates the final and most poignant section, in which she laments the fact that Yeong-hye has lost the right to make decisions about her own body. Finally, in this section, we get a few cryptic clues as to why Yeong-hye has made this transformation, but I felt that by diminishing in size she was increasing in distinctiveness. Not that I think she was trying to get attention, but especially in the middle section of the book, she sheds her mediocrity and becomes her brother-in-law’s erotic obsession. She is the catalyst not only for the demise of her own marriage but also her sister’s, so that she becomes a force for radical change in the lives of other people.
Wednesday, November 9, 2016
Sara and Gerald Murphy are Americans who really did exist. They expatriated to the French Riviera in the 1920s, raised their three children there, and hobnobbed with a host of well-known artists and writers, such as Picasso, Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Dos Passos, and Archibald MacLeish. Gerald himself had a brief career as an artist, but basically the Murphys were known for their house parties. They seemed to have a stable relationship, unlike Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald or Ernest and Hadley Hemingway. However, Gerald was a closet homosexual, although in this book some of his friends utter innuendos that suggest his secret was not so secret. Also, the author has invented a love interest for Gerald in the book—Owen Campbell, a pilot who exists well outside the Murphys’ well-heeled circle of friends, until they start drawing him in. For me, this book treaded in all-too-familiar territory. I liked The Paris Wife better, and this just seemed like more of the same but with more pleasant main characters. Often the flaws are what make book characters compelling. Here, Gerald and Sara come off as an island of sanity in the middle of an ocean of obnoxious but talented people. Their idyllic life can’t last forever, though, and not just because the Depression is wiping out their prodigious funds. Still, it’s the larger than life images of Hemingway and Fitzgerald that create the most memorable scenes in the book, such as the running of the bulls in Pamplona and a wine glass tantrum.
Labels: 3 stars
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
We have two Louisa’s here, and they are both writers. The author, Louisa Thomas, brings to life the wife of John Quincy Adams. Louisa Adams wrote several autobiographies, despite her early reticence in composing letters to John Quincy, for fear that she had nothing to say and lacked the eloquence with which to say it. Her confidence and self-esteem rose as she became vital to John Quincy’s political ambitions. She compensated for his lack of social skills by ingratiating herself with influential people around the world, thanks to her charm and beauty. Louisa’s health was always fragile, but she soldiered on, enduring enumerable miscarriages, long and harrowing journeys, and the demise of her father’s fortune and good name. I’m not a big fan of biographies, but I couldn’t help but admire this woman’s spunk and savvy assessment of personalities that enabled her to make crucial decisions affecting her family. Her keen observations of the people in power and her commentary on the political and social climate make for a sometimes absorbing read. Unfortunately, she does not come across as a particularly happy person, but I think she had some very satisfying moments. Certainly, her contributions to her husband’s successes were immeasurable, and she deserved more credit than she received. As a woman who married into a very powerful and esteemed family, she struggled for acceptance and respect. Her husband became an early abolitionist, but he may have stifled her relationship with the Grimké sisters, who were outspoken abolitionists and women’s rights advocates. Louisa inhabited a man’s world but cemented her own place in this country’s history.