Like an Eels album,
(It's still a real thing!)
This was littlewashu's pick for Eleven-Books Club; that means she's got a batting average of .333, right? Because of her other two books I sure liked her pick The Yiddish Policemen's Union, & I didn't really like
No, Esther's problem isn't womanhood...it's adulthood. For at least the first half of this novel, I utterly despised her. She's really frequently racist, & is exactly the kind of lucky privileged kid who gets everything handed to them on a platter, & then squanders it & complains that life isn't fair. Oh no, tell us again how awful it is to live in New York for free & get editorial experience before your scholarship, what a real nightmare. As a lazy gifted kid who misspent his potential it is hard for me to feel bad for...a lazy kid wasting her potential. I mean, I managed to end up living in New York working in publishing, & she gets is served up to her on a silver platter? Yeah, forgive me if I don't cut her a lot of slack that to actually try would be hard, & that indecision means opportunities pass you by. The story is filled by would-be men-- the would-be husband, the would-be rapist-- & punctuated by Esther taking every opportunity to be mean to those who are her friends. So no, Esther, I don't like her. Roman à clef or no, I can't pretend I could even stand her.
Of course then she pivots to actual depression & insanity, & that is a different matter. The second half of the book is an asylum tale, which is its own little subgenre, isn't it? Institutionalized stories are big now; has anyone explicitly tied Orange is the New Black into Sylvia Plath? I'm guessing yes. So what happens at the end? I can tell you what I think, if you want to know. Esther breezes through her interview, is released, lives her life for a few years, has an episode, doesn't quite succeed at trying to kill herself, & ends up back at the private institution. Lather, rinse, repeat. Part of the issue is, well, the past. Not that today is incredibly better, but psychology is one of the areas of medicine being advanced at a rapid pace. Today is better than yesterday, tomorrow will be better than today, & there are all too many people & institutions that are still living in the past. For me, the thing is...I don't like Esther, even divorced from the cycle of the grip of her depression.
So I read this book just this week; most of the book club folks did too, in many cases having read it just the day of the meeting. Liz arrived first, since she's new, but it actually was a pretty clean attendance! Liz, then fatbutts, then carmyarmyofme, then piped in Terra & fordmadoxfraud in from California & China, then littlewashu & then finally Beatrice. People didn't fully agree with my point about the book not really being feminist, but then-- uh, putting myself in a position of questioning feminist credentials is a losing opposition! & I wasn't articulating what I meant all that well, either. In general people really liked the language, & those of us who'd had struggled with depression recognized it as a pretty stressful rendition; that is, it was so spot on it was anxiety causing. Anyhow, we stayed on topic for a good long while, & then sort of drifted into weird youtube videos. Plus, we were congratulating ourselves on being such a stable club; we're been doing this for a little while, huh?