I just finished reading Bill Clegg’s “Did You Ever Have A Family”, a novel about loss, grief, regret and sorrow. It revolves around June Reid and the death of four people in a house explosion and the subsequent impact on the lives of their surviving families and the people they touched. It does not have a happy moment in its almost 300 pages.
June Reid’s daughter, Lolly, is about to be married. Lolly, Lolly’s fiancé, June’s ex-husband and June’s live-in boyfriend, Luke, are all staying at Lolly’s house in Connecticut the night before the wedding. After an argument with Luke, June heads out of the house and while she is out, the house explodes and everyone is killed. The resultant grief draws June inward, and she leaves town, spending her time in isolation thinking through her relationships with those who have died and others who have survived. Every thought and every moment is tinged with regret.
Luke’s mother was Lydia. Luke and Lydia had a complex relationship stemming from the moment of his birth and they were just starting to reestablish a connection when Luke was killed. And, as unlikely as it might seem (Luke was thirty years old and June is 52), June and Lydia were becoming close friends.
The book tells Lydia’s complex story through her grief. Like June, Lydia turns inward, but with a number of twists. There are various other characters throughout the book who have unique stories, never cheerful. Most of these characters deal with their grief through limiting contact with the outside world. As one character observed, “we’ve learned that grief can sometimes get loud and when it does, we try not to speak over it.”
A close friend of mine suggested, in no uncertain terms, that I should not read “Did You Ever Have A Family.” She was trying to protect me from the intensity of sorrow that this book would inevitably bring. I questioned reading “Did You Ever Have A Family”. Did I really want to subject myself to a book about intense sorrow? But you don’t need a book about overwhelming loss for the fog of grief to come rolling down. All it takes is a song, a word, a sound or nothing at all. As one of the characters in the novel comments, “It took nothing more than the sight of the wrinkled fabric for every last memory to return.”
In the Sunday, November 8, 2015 NY Times, there is an article written by Laren Stover, entitled “Melancholy’s Sweet Allure.” Although the article seems to be about depression more than melancholy, and although it distinguishes grief as a separate emotion, it made a couple of points which would explain why I chose to read this novel despite the emotions I knew it would evoke. In the article, the author points out that melancholy is ephemeral. “It visits you like a mist, a vapor, a fog. It is generally uninvited.” Stover says it is “fine to indulge in the cloudy charms of melancholy.”
Grief will find you in the light of day and in the darkness of night and you don’t get to pick when it will strike. So maybe reading a grief filled novel simply lets you control the time and mechanism for sinking into that melancholic mist which belongs to no one but you. Even if the rest of the world believes that melancholy is not a good place to be, I think I agree with Stover that the indulgence in its depths can sometimes be a fine place to be. Sometimes a sad novel is just the vehicle to take you there. And you won’t find a novel much sadder than “Did You Ever Have A Family?” If you think you are up for it, you can reserve this book at the Cuyahoga County Public Library, by clicking on http://encore.cuyahoga.lib.oh.us/iii/encore/record/C__Rb11163941.
In Laura Groff’s “Fates and Furies”, beginnings and endings combine in a character rich story about life, love and loss. Lancelot Satterwhite (Lotto), is born into a loving and wealthy family in sunny Florida, tied to his religiously zealous mother and his kind, mild mannered father. Lotto “would have been bright, ordinary if his years continued so. One more privileged kid with his privileged kid sorrows.” But when Lotto’s father suddenly dies, Lotto ventures out beyond his family, meets Gwennie, Michael and Chollie, experiments with drugs, alcohol and sex, and gets shipped off to boarding school in frigid New Hampshire at the age of 14. In boarding school Lotto discovers his love for acting, commences his “era of women” and appears to be fated to great things.
Margaret Atwood’s latest, “The Heart Goes Last”, is so funny, and so scary at the same time that I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when I was done. At the start, we meet Stan and Charmaine, a recently married, once happy couple, now destitute, and living in their car. The backdrop is an economic collapse, in a political environment with no safety net. Those in the middle and lower ends (I guess the middle is not an end) of the economic scale are devastated. Stan and Charmaine are constantly on the run from would be robbers and murderers because of the economic devastation and because “only rich people can afford to have police”. Stan cannot find work anywhere and Charmaine is working in a bar which also serves as a brothel (not much activity in the bar, but the brothel part of the business is booming–sex is a theme of this book!). As you can imagine, living in a car in constant fear puts a damper on a relationship, not to mention the perspectives of the residents.
I just finished Colum McCann’s “Thirteen Ways of Looking” and it is simply the antithesis of the last two books I reviewed (Purity and City on Fire). And that’s a good thing–in case you were wondering. None of the clutter or pretension. Simply beautiful writing, moving story telling and believable, recognizable and sympathetic characters.
I finished City on Fire a couple of weeks ago and just couldn’t decide whether I liked it and what I wanted to say about it. The book has its highs and its lows, but overall I have decided it is overly ambitious, tries too hard and is simply too long.
“There’s a fashion now for fat, hyper-intellectual, cooler-than-thou novels that are loaded with lard and siphoned of believable feeling…” This is how Mary Karr, the poet and memoirist, has described today’s novel and this is how I felt about Jonathan Franzen’s “Purity”.
“The Fishermen”, by Chigozie Obioma, takes place in 1996 in Akure Nigeria and tells the tragic story of the Agwu family amidst a changing Nigeria. A first novel short listed for the 2015 Man Booker Prize, The Fishermen revolves around 4 brothers. The story begins with the transfer of their disciplinarian father to the town of Yola, more than 1000 kilometers from Akure. The remainder of the family stays in Akure and that is when things begin to fall apart.
I know I said I was a fiction fanatic, but when I read good nonfiction I just want to tell the world about it. So let me tell you about “H Is For Hawk”.
Kent Haruf’s “Our Souls at Night” is a short, sweet story about the cycle of life. The main two characters are a widow (Addie) and a widower (Louis) in their 70s who, in an unlikely scenario, find each other and develop a slow moving romance. As the characters get to know each other and reveal their past lives, the intensity of the story creeps up on you under cover of Haruf’s simple straight-forward style of writing. What starts out seeming like a simple friendship reveals the complexity of human nature and our desire for love, companionship and acceptance, even when we try to turn our back on those seemingly conventional needs.