“You have to keep caring. Even if it kills you, eventually. That’s where we’re all headed eventually, after all.”
The Dime Museum by Joyce Hinnefeld is a collection of nine short stories, all set in a wide assortment of time periods and locations around the globe. From simple farms just outside Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, to the cramped, cold apartments of Chicago, Illinois. Hinnefeld wraps the stories of the characters in these places in all the sentiments of love, both new and old, and the brokenness of families. Letting poets and their poems, and art collectors and their collections, be the basis for the ideals and actions of many of the characters. And as Covid-19 materializes in the world, spreading into everyday life, some characters are met with new feelings about their jobs, the people they care about, and what, and who, they truly want in their lives.
You get the perspective of many colorful people, starting with Charlie, a young man living in Italy, relating to and arguing with a bored musician, who discovers how much more important books are to him than he had ever thought before. While the thought of Min, his lost love from his time in college, dances around in his brain. Min, that nurse, with an ailing mother,
who befriends Tom, a Vietnam war veteran, finding solace in the plants he cares for and the drugs he receives from every hospital he visits. And the one who is connected to nearly every other character you meet, Maude, with the singing voice of a mockingbird and a life full of masks and lies, both hers and the people surrounding her. Hinnefeld keeps quotation marks nearly nonexistent, as to keep your focus on simply the events around, and the inner thoughts, inside these people. And point of view changes happen as well, as in one instance the usual third person limited view of the majority of the chapters turns to a purely first-person view of a young woman, a stoic daughter, who realizes just how challenging to control the hearts of humans truly are: “I could have loved William Sharpless, in a way that surely could have sufficed for us both. Had he only let me. Had he not succumbed, as so many do, to the strange and ungovernable urges of the human heart.” Every story is united to the other, despite the countries, oceans, and years in between them. And every character senses a strange feeling, a cross between relation and isolation, to life, their loved ones, and the way the world is going. Mental health, physical health, gender, wealth, and so on remain the driving forces of why the characters do what they do and how they treat those around them. The novel finishes off with music, innocent yet intense violin music, that brings to life memories and insecurities within the final narrator. Tying all together, in a wrinkled, well-loved ribbon, the stories of the intricacies of humans, and how they always stay intertwined, even if the world is crumbling around them.
Readers can relate with every single character in so many different ways. Whether it is motherhood, and the feelings of detachment as your children grow older and move away. Or, the experience of addiction, and who can save your mind when the drugs or alcohol bring back memories of a time forgotten. There is a story for every person to read and connect with.
So, I highly suggest Hinnefeld’s novel to those who want to explore the lives of society’s forgotten ones: the wise and weathered old folks, immigrants who can’t find a place to belong, mothers with their daunting sons and daughters, and lovers with never any easy mind to say, “I love you.”