The Devil Wears Prada.Lauren Weisberger, 2003

The book is just one more example of “chick lit” and the hugely successful college grad prose of late. It is though too long and repetetive to be a very good sample of that trend – a 300 page cut would have been beneficial for the whole enterprise. The language though is not entirely devoid of wit and reflects the mentality of the current majority of 20-something female population.

The main character dreams of writing for the “New Yorker” but winds up instead in a fashion magazine, where she has to take the abuse of her monstrous queen-of-the-fashion-world boss. This ‘drama’ of the heroine is not really exploited by the writer – it builds up towards a schizoid menal scheme which we see demonstrated also in the character’s admiration for her boss whom she considers “a true” lady while discribing her totally inhuman proclivities in great detail….?!

Identification with the corporate victim is one of the reasons, I suppose, for this novel’s popularity – the average person hates their boss and the novel provides a final sublimation of that hatred through the character’s liberating declaration of “F..ck you” thrown in the face of that boss. The other reason for the book’s success is its subject matter — fashion, glamour, designers, page-long description of racks and racks of toilettes, boxes of accessories, and shoes (given out for free). The abuse we are ready to take in exchange for clothes and shoes – this is mindboggling…

Love and Other Impossible Pursuits. Ayelet Waldman, 2006

Love and Other Impossible Pursuits. Ayelet Waldman, 2006

Before reading that book, I read that Waldman was author of some mystery books series, where child abandonment was the crime around which the plot revolved; and that before “Love and Other Impossible Pursuits” she wrote “The Daughter’s Keeper,” which is about a mother/daughter relationship/power struggle and drug laws.

I also read that she had forsaken her Harvard law degree job in order to breed (she has four children) and write. Worth mentioning as well is, that she is married to Pulitzer Prize winner, writer Michael Chabon, and that she has a column on Salon.com about…, you guessed it, motherhood. She has a blog on her site about the books she reads – and she reads a lot! One even wonders how she manages to read so much. But she provides the explanation in one of her interviews – she works in the morning (while her kids are at school), she has lunch and a conversation with her husband (who wakes up around noon because he writes during the night), then they both spend the remaining part of the day with the kids. After her husband puts the kids to bed and goes off to write, she goes to bed and reads. All that happens either in Main or in Berkley, I don’ remember exactly.

If you put the first 100 pages of the book (that’s how far I read) in the context of the above, you can already start feeling sorry about the nice-looking red-head featured on the dust-jacket of the book. The self-absorption of the ambitious female breeder…can it sustain itself for 300 hundred pages? I can’t say “Love and Other Impossible Pursuits” is a bad book nor I find it badly written. But why couldn’t I read past page 100?…The book meticulously reports the stream of consciousness of a mother, who has lost her two-day old baby to SIDS and has difficulties loving her step son – a peculiar five year old…After being taken through minute by minute accounts of elevator rides, taxi cab rides, cup-cake eating, smart baby talk, etc. and all mundane trifles of mothering, I flipped to the last page of the novel to get reassured that the heroine will eventually come to terms (love?) her step son. What else? — the cliche is so convenient. Some of Ms. Waldman’s observations may merit communicating to a wider reading audience – for example, I found interesting the description of the differences between mothers and nannies in the waiting room of the upscale Manhattan daycare… But who would really want to spend time reading about the length and shape of the nipples of a woman who recently gave birth? Can the world be exhaustively perceived and rendered for contemplation through the eyes of a mother, a mother, and a mother obsessed with mothering — because Waldman’s central character is nothing else but a Mother — capitalized?

I have to admit — what made the character sympathetic to me was the fact that she thought the film “Frida” sucked.

But enough about Ayelet Waldman. Regardless of how she projects herself, she is a mass market author, very intelligent, with a good sense of language, and taking credit for being liberal only because the majority of the American reading public is ridiculously conservative.

The Divide. Nicholas Evans, 2005

The Divide. Nicholas Evans,
G.P. Putnam’s Sons, 2005

Nicholas Evans is the author of the bestseller “The Horse Whisperer”, turned later into a not so bestselling film of the same name. I could not make myself see the film or read the book because I find the idea of a horse-shrink preposterous. Choosing to read “The Divide” is not a nod to popular literature – it was prompted by a need to find out why this author is so popular. I remembered an Amazon.com reader’s comment about the style of the first book, which had made me laugh: “An example of (Evans’) bad writing? –“And he felt no shame nor saw any in her, for why should they feel shame at what was not of their making but of some deeper force that stirred not just their bodies but their souls and knew naught of shame nor of any such construct?” I could not find anything that funny in the fourth book of Evans, but still the prose is second rate. It patches together descriptions of natural beauties (so cliche that they can’t turn into anything visual or stir an emotion) and a very dumbed-down version of a “psychology of marriage” or “coming of age psychology”. I can’t deny the author the intelligence of plotting – he kept me reading till the end. He has tapped the great source of popular yarn – the existential fears of female readers: the first one being the fear for the wellbeing of their children, the second one – that they will be abandoned by their husbands for not being passionately responsive to their sexual demands. And indeed, the main female character looses her daughter and her husband to cause fear and trembling in the weak sex.
The title of the novel is such a transparent metaphor, still I have to admit that picking up the novel from the bookshelf has to do with the title as well – the “Divide”….Who would not want to read about what divides people, families, lovers, etc. And again, the characters are very cliche – for example the two women – the one that is abandoned and the seducing one. The first one is a bookstore manager, who wears cream v-neck sweaters and white shirts, the second one is a turban and green dress wearing painter, who is also into yoga and finding her inner self (or something like that).
The second half of the novel dedicated to the eco-terrorist plot line totally lost me. The Patty Hearst story can definitely generate more profound literature but in Evans’ case it did not.

Summer Crossing. Truman Capote, 2006

Summer Crossing. Truman Capote, 2006

A new book from Capote in 2006, 22 year after his death! – That is a gift from eternity! It is amazing how the book survived and how good it is! Capote began writing it in 1943, which practically makes it his first novel (his first published novel “Other Voices, Other Rooms” dates from 1948). Then, before entirely abandoning “Summer Crossing” (and declaring the manuscript lost) he worked on it — on and off– for the course of a decade.
The book tells a girl’s coming of age story but unlike other mediocre writers Capote’s coming of age is not just about sex and sexuality. It adds an unexpected and profound streak to it – class. The novel’s heroine Grady is a teenage socialite from the Park Avenue/Hamptons crowd who falls in love with a Brooklyn Jewish parking attendant. She had never spent a summer in New York but this time she had convinced her parents (who are off to southern France on their regular summer crossing of the Atlantic), that she will be OK alone in the city. Left alone Grady plunges with abandon in the relationship with the handsome lowlife boy from Brooklyn only to find out (especially after a visit to his home and meeting his mother) that this love is impossible. After a first encounter with passion and inexplicable attraction, Grady is tired, bored, and has acquired a sense of belonging – a belonging which love, or whatever it is, can never transgress.

Capote’s style is as good as ever. He makes literature within the framework of a sentence, a phrase, just putting two word together…Just look at this description of New York in the summer: “Hot weather opens the skull of the city, exposing its brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizzle like the wires inside a lightbulb. And there exudes a sour extra-human smell that makes the very stone seem flesh-alive, webbed and pulsing.” Or a glimpse of the Central Park zoo — “The cat house of a zoo has an ornery smell , an air powered by sleep, mangy with old breath and dead desires. Comedy in a doleful key is the blowsey she-lion reclining in her cell like a movie queen of silent fame; and hulking ludicrous sight her mate presents…Somehow the leopard does not suffer; nor the panther: their swagger makes distinct claims upon the pulse, for not even the indignities of confinement can belittle the danger in their Asian eyes, those gold and ginger flowers blooming with a bristling courage in the dusk of captivity.”
To be able to write like that…