Posts Tagged ‘family relationships’

The Middle Place

Monday, February 8th, 2010

middleplaceThe Middle Place—“that sliver of time when parenthood and childhood overlap.” That moment when one is comfortably wedged between adult duties and still falling beneath a parents’ care. It is about being a parent and a child at the same time.

At thirty-six, Kelly Corrigan (both author and main character) had a marriage that worked, two funny, active kids, and a weekly newspaper column. She also has a lump in her breast and gets the diagnosis no one wants to hear.

For Kelly, family is everything.  Her entire identity is carefully constructed around her relationship with her Irish-American, charmer-of-a-father, George Corrigan.

“The thing you need to know about me is that I am George Corrigan’s daughter, his only daughter.

He’s Catholic. That’s the first thing he’d want you to know about him. Goes to church many times a week. Calls it “God’s House” and talks about it in loyal, familiar terms, the way the Irish talk about their corner pub.

You also need to know about the lacrosse thing. He’s in the Hall of Fame, partly because he was an all-American in 1953 and 1954 but mostly because now, in his retirement, he marches up and down the field of my old high school, Radnor, side by side with a guy thirty years his junior, coaching the kids who want to be lacrosse stars. I’ve watched a hundred games sitting next to him; both my brothers played for years. Not being an athlete myself, I am amused by how attached he is to the game. He remembers every play and can talk about a single game for hours. The words don’t mean much to me, but the emotion needs no translation.

And he’s a Corrigan. He was one of six loud, funny kids who broke out of a tiny house on Clearspring Road in working-class Baltimore.”

The Middle Place is a memoir of one year in the life of a cancer patient who was the spoiled daughter who craved her father’s attention. During that year, her father also is diagnosed with bladder cancer. What I most related to was her all encompassing desire to try to leave the same kind of memories for her daughters that her father had given her.

Many times throughout the book the author seems to acknowledge that she operated through life believing things centered on her and reflected a bit on the reasons for her selfishness.

Corrigan is diagnosed with breast cancer, and the book focuses mainly on how she handles this crisis – while still protecting her children, and being there to support her aging parents.

I thought it was interesting how readers found it odd that on the day she found out about her diagnosis, she chose to email her 100 closest friends about what she was going through. While touching, it failed to acknowledge that many of the people she was sending the email too had probably already been through a similar experience. This anecdote highlighted Corrigan’s focus on the self and while she consistently wanted her friends to walk in her painful shoes, she rarely seemed able to walk in theirs, or ever acknowledge that others might be going through difficult times of their own.

While I found her struggle with cancer to be quite honest and read many scenes depicting her close relationship with her father with a lump in my throat, it was easy to be frustrated by her view of the world, which often seemed to presume that she was the only one suffering and failing to fully appreciate that she had a family willing to go above and beyond in every situation.

This is an amazing and though provoking story.  The writing is heartfelt and Corrigan expressed thoughts in print that seem to be the secret feelings we harbor inside of ourselves.

A perfect choice for any book club with characters you will come to love and wish to meet.

GENRE: Memoir/Biography

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Girls In Trucks

Friday, December 4th, 2009

girlsintruckThis one falls into the “Don’t Judge a Book by its Cover” category – I thought the cover art and title of Katie Crouch’s novel Girls In Trucks, was very whimsical and promising. I was in a mood to read a girly book and the subject matter about the story of a debutante growing up in South Carolina and her relationships with her fellow society girls and their quest to find suitable husbands seemed appealing.

I can’t believe how often I am disappointed by books in the Chick Lit (literature) genre. Despite glimmers of humor and good writing, many of the issues were dead-ends. I have come to realize that so much of what constitutes chick lit is glorified dysfunction which does nothing to nourish the intellect or fire the imagination.

The main character, Sarah, has a brilliant and beautiful older sister who goes off to Yale, only to neglect a promising career when she falls into a destructive relationship with a grad student from Madagascar. Issues of race and abuse are introduced, but never really followed up on.

Sarah herself has a string of boyfriends with strange sexual fetishes, while her best friend succumbs to heroin. Sarah is unlikable as a protagonist, clueless in relationships and incredibly shallow. Sarah and her friends Charlotte, Bitsy and Annie meet at the Charleston Cotillion Training School and as they grow into adults,  care and simultaneously disregard one another. Throughout the novel, you expected Sarah to have an epiphany of sorts, or to grow-up or learn a lesson. But, by the end of the book, she is still just as tedious. The rebellion against the Southern sorority Camellia lifestyle fails to have any merit in the lives of Crouch’s fictional characters.

The narrative voice changes part way through the book from first, to third, to second person and is jarring. Parts of the novel felt like a cluster of connected short stories.  At times, the author’s writing shows promise as in such observations like:

I loved the neighborhood: tiny streets peppered by angry painters with peacock-colored fingertips and sturdy women from Sicily clutching armfuls of warm bread. It took us a while to shed our Southern ways, but after a few months we figured out that one’s natural height should not be enhanced by one’s bangs.

I have no qualms in saying I took one for the team with this book and you can stay clear of this novel in your local bookstores and library.

GENRE: Realistic Fiction

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Heaven Looks Like A Mall

Tuesday, October 27th, 2009

A pink shoe, a yellow plastic cup with a daisy printed on it, and a glass bowl. A red t-shirt, a roll of toilet paper and a blue prom dress become the key to unlocking the mystery of why Tess doesn’t duck from the dodge ball that sends her into a coma in Wendy Mass’ novel Heaven Looks A Lot Like A Mall.

The self proclaimed mall rat finds herself guided through her memories by a boy with a drill bit embedded in his forehead.  Disappointing memories such as when her dad’s misses her first steps, to the moment she realized she had best not let people know who she really was. She recalls the scene where her mother is insisting she get highlights or a perm at age two, to when she steals Rick Vinik’s fourth-grade science project, and the disastrous junior prom.
But in the midst of all the bad times, she is able to also recognize there were good times of eating chocolate on her roof, kissing Ben Silver in a game of Spin the Bottle, and being called Tesseract by the cute boy in Old Navy.

The author writes the story in verse, condensing the plot so that nothing is just a “detail” anymore, but a line that connects everything to itself. The book itself is divided in three sections: Tessa’s elementary school days, middle school, and high school. Every chapter begins with a store’s name, like Sephora, and details why Tessa is the girl she is today.

I read this odd book in one sitting and although I struggle to sympathize with the character and the choices she made it masterfully details how those seemingly insignificant moments shape our character and influence how we see ourselves.

In this stream of consciousness novel, the reader comes to understand that just maybe Heaven does resemble the mall, and the answer to who you are is at the lost and found and perhaps a badly aimed dodge ball can be a life-altering experience.

GENRE: Realistic Fiction

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