En route to Istanbul to finish a film, filmmaker Kate Lurie and her new husband, Eli MacKenzie, find their journey hampered by the appearance of Lida, a stunning Russian with whom Eli had an affair fifteen years earlier.
Me: Lots of books, zillions of essays and articles. This season: REWRITING ILLNESS: A VIEW OF MY OWN. A very serious and kinda funny take on how my lifelong fear of illness collided with actual illness in 2017. I survived. I had time to think about doctor-speak, patient-speak, death, health insurance, CANCER, my husband, my friends, did I mention CANCER? I love this blurb: "As though Nora Ephron had written a book called 'I Feel Bad About My Tumor.'" --Thomas Beller.
I'm the author of the novels ALMOST and SLOW DANCING, and of THE JOY OF WRITING SEX: A GUIDE FOR FICTION WRITERS, and editor of three anthologies: ME, MY HAIR AND I: 27 WOMEN UNTANGLE AN OBSESSION, the NYTIMES bestseller, WHAT MY MOTHER GAVE ME: 31 WOMEN ON THE GIFTS THAT MATTERED MOST and MENTORS, MUSES & MONSTERS: 30 WRITERS ON THE PEOPLE WHO CHANGED THEIR LIVES.
I coach kids applying to college and grad school with their application essays at www.DontSweatTheEssay.com. Maureen Corrigan, on "Fresh Air" raved about ALMOST days after 9/11, and Anne Tyler reviewed THE BEGINNER'S BOOK OF DREAMS, saying, "The marvel is that such a sad book could be such a joy to read."
I’m happy I didn’t write this review as soon as I finished this book. Quite frankly, I was getting a little bored towards the end and I was relieved to finish it.
I was surprised that I was still thinking about the book later that day after I put it down and I now have a new appreciation for it. The book takes place in one moment in time with many flashbacks. The writing style reinforced the message - designed to show how people can get too caught up in the past and how this can impact their present - either in a good way or, most likely, in a bad way if they let it. Interesting lesson… you’ll need to read the book to find out how the characters respond to this pressure.
Elizabeth Benedict has a ridiculous knack for writing books that you can't book down. I don't mean that you carry the book around with you for a few days and keep wanting to come back to it; I mean that you start in at 11 p.m. and the next thing you know it's 3 in the morning and you've finished the thing (her books are short enough that you can do this--they somehow have the feel of a movie). The stuff she writes about is thoughtful and provocative--this one mixes the Cold War with fidelity and documentary film-making. I'm not sure how she manages to pull off literary fiction that feels so suspenseful, but I'm a fan.
One of my Goodreads friends added one of Benedict's novels as to-read, which reminded me that I hadn't reviewed this one, which I read a couple of years after it was published, because I was going to meet the author.
This novel grabbed me from start to finish. It's one of those watching-a-train-wreck novels, powerful and upsetting. It may not be what one expects from Benedict, but it is excellent writing and deserves a much bigger audience than it appears to have received.