While meticulously creating a life-sized model of "Lucy," humankind's ancestral link to the primate world, Margaret, a sculptor, finds herself exploring more deeply her own life, her loveless marriage, and her feelings of decay and despair
I loved the premise of a woman reconstructing herself after a loss while she's doing a reconstruction from ancient bones--it's all very powerful and alchemical. Plus I've been a huge fan of the Australopithecines since college. Yet somehow the protagonist's internal journey was just *too* internal for me--like when someone tells you about a dream they've had, and you pretend you're listening, but ultimately it's too subjective to be of interest to you. I felt like I was prying where I didn't belong, a lot like her friends in the book whom she shuts out during this process. Still there were some good moments. I quite enjoyed her primate calls.
The book is beautifully written and the central metaphor adapts easily to the task of expressing the protagonist’s personal re-birth after her divorce left her emotionally naked. But I found myself growing impatient with her intricate introspection and the meticulously detailed descriptions of her work. I felt like shouting at her. “You’re going through a garden variety divorce. Grow up and get over it.” At the end of the novel, when she starts a love affair, I felt relieved. Now that she was getting laid we can all move forward and talk about something else.
Claudia Casper has channeled me. How could I ever write a book more personal than this? Now I don't have to! I admire this author and I want to read more. Thank you, Ms. Casper.
I picked this up because the cover looked gorgeous and the resume interesting: a woman who, trying to get her life sorted after the end of her marriage, buries herself in work. Building a sculpture as she is rebuilding her life alone.. But how boring! It is wonderfully written, the author's choice of words is impeccable but it is way too introspective for my liking. There are chapters -short ones but still- about dreams the main character has had and pages upon pages of details about her job (she's doing a reconstruction of Lucy and prior to that, taxidermy work). I don't even know how I got to the end of this book, my mind kept drifting away.
Slow at first yet meticulously crafted, this book explores a sculptor Margaret’s obsession with her latest project, a reconstruction of a female australopithecine afarensis right after s painful divorce. The ancient ancestress, who Margaret nicknames Lucy, begins to merge with Margaret’s consciousness in deeper degrees. This surrealist aspect was what kept me engaged in the story. I wish it had been more than just a dip/dabble and more of an immersion.
This is a magical interweaving of physical and spiritual evolution, a reconstruction of self after decay. It is looking far back into history to understand how to create something whole again.
A breadth and depth of empathy one rarely encounters; acute observation of place and person; deft handling of chronology; gentle, understated humour; mastery of language.... What more could a reader ask for? Oh, yes, an engaging protagonist in an engrossing story. It's got those, as well. In fact, it's the best novel I've read all year, and I will look for more of Ms Casper's work.
Quirky main character works as a sculptor on a reconstruction of Lucy, an Autraliopithecus specimen, for display in a museum. Through the reconstruction, she explores her past and addresses her mid-life issues. I enjoyed the discussions of memory, language and evolution.
The writing in this novel is simply exquisite. Some of the paragraphs I have copied down just to reread for pleasure. The part about dust I'll translate in French for my mother, who has always had a respect/hate/bewilderment relationship with dust. I think she'll thoroughly enjoy it.