Astor Place Vintage is an example of why I do not totally discount Chick Lit. Chick Lit can be light weight and formulaic -- but so can other genre fiction. I have no problem reading purely for fun and relaxation. It is simply that I am not often in the mood for a standard Chick Lit plot. I am well out of my 'young/youngish & single and frustrated and looking' stage. At this point in my life it is hard for me to relate to story lines about going out with the girls and wearing designer shoes and flirting with the wrong guys. -- Astor Place Vintage was very light on that sort of thing and, much to my delight, much more of an alternative time-line history story.
Amanda Rosenbloom is the contemporary character. At age 38, she has thrown her prime years away on Jeff -- her now married high school sweetheart. Jeff is not happily married. But he is happy enough to stay with Denise and the kids and string Amanda along as the side piece. He's a nice enough guy (for a married man who cheats) -- but we all realize that he is not the right man for Amanda.
Amanda, by the way, is way cool. She runs a vintage clothing shop in Manhattan and loves nothing more than poking around looking for the ghosts of Old New York. I wish she was real and I wish I knew her. I would love her clothing and I would have her deck me out in retro threads. And she is a person who would actually participate enthusiastically in one of my favorite hobbies -- namely driving around the city and becoming obsessed with old buildings and then trying to learn their history. (Ok. So I do this in Cleveland. Not quite New York City level architecture, but we have our unknown gems.)
No really. Amanda does this! I am not just going off on a tangent here:
"Glorious as any monument from ancient Rome, the massive block-long building radiated magnificence despite the fact that Bed Bath & Beyond, T. J. Maxx and Filene's Basement now shared the rent. Wreaths, columns, balconies, and lion heads along the cornice adorned the facade. Bronze columns and lanterns flanked the front doors. Olive, Sadie, and Angelina had used the employee entrance on Eighteenth Street, but still. Here it stood. I had to remind myself that I didn't actually know those women who worked there so many years ago."
"Something up near the roof made my jaw drop. A crest, like a coat-of-arms, engraved with the letters S and C. Siegel-Cooper! I saw more of the same crests evenly spaced along the top. I'd never noticed them even though I'd walked by a zillion times. I couldn't help taking the discovery as a message to me personally. Who else in recent history had observed the inscription of the original owners up there? Who would care? I wanted to sit right down on the curb and sob. The past! Right here in our midst, and we were so utterly oblivious, going about our days worshipping the present, as if the generation of 'now' was the only one that mattered."
This book is packed full of these (to my mind anyway) clever observations from this character who is obsessed with the past. She is sleeping with her high school boyfriend at 38. She owns a vintage clothing store. And she is completely fascinated with a woman who lived 100 years before she did. This woman is Amanda's historic counterpart. Her name is Olive Westcott and she lives in the New York of the turn of the 20th century.
When Amanda purchases some used clothing for her store from an extremely elderly woman, she finds Olive's journal sewed into the lining of a fur piece. In this journal, Olive documents her own tumultuous experiences as a single woman in New York who has a desire to make her own way in the world. Olive bucks the Edwardian system and craves life as a career woman. She is curious about her (not very accurate) notions of men and sexuality but is loathe to have children. (Olive's mother died in childbirth.)
Astor Place Vintage is told in alternating chapters that chronicle Amanda and Olive's experiences in the same New York neighborhood -- but 100 years apart. Astor Place Vintage was fun to read. It was filled with interesting tid bits about the neighborhood; what changed and what remained. (I felt like the author had a great time doing the research. Again, she felt like a kindred spirit to me, based on my fascination with property research alone.) The book is well written. The fact that this comes as a bit of a 'surprise' (considering the Chick Lit Rep) is merely a manifestation of my own prejudices. I had too much fun reading it. And I have daydreamed quite a bit lately about finding some sort of old journal in a trunk filled with Downton Abbey clothing.
This was a book where I made an immediate bond with the characters. It was a book that kept me turning pages at a rapid clip. But it was also a book that, more than once or twice, made me slow down and re-read a paragraph with pleasure. In other words, Astor Place Vintage was wonderful. And not just for a Chick Lit book either!
I would recommend this one to female readers who like a little bit of romance, a little bit of historical fiction and a little bit of contemporary Sex in the City stuff. If you are also hopelessly nostalgic, this would be a first rate choice. As Amanda muses to herself on page 100:
"Abbie Hoffman, the rebel from the sixties, once said that nostalgia is a mild form of depression. It did have the potential to bring me down and make me long for something that couldn't be captured. But it could also make me feel a part of something bigger. The past doesn't just go away; it lingers on. You can actually touch and see the remains, and to the extent that these souvenirs survive, the past is present. You can't say that for the future. It's not here in any form. It can't be; it hasn't arrived yet. Once it does arrive, it's the present, but only fleetingly before it's the past. You can never hold the future in your hands."