This totally charmless book deals with a heavy topic (the Holocaust and its survivors and their children), in a heavy setting (Israel) in such an appallingly inept way that I had to stop reading.
I so wanted to find value in this book. From Melbourne to Israel via the Holocaust in Europe, this book seemed to be an intriguing tale of one woman's journey to find herself out of the ashes of her parents horrific experiences in Bergen-Belson during WWII.
Sadly, no. Nothing remotely like it.
The author is simply not a skilled enough writer, and possibly she does not possess enough insight to start with, to pull off a book of this magnitude. This is a clumsy, clueless and charmless attempt at a weighty topic and a complex main character, and the author really should have been dissuaded from continuing with writing it the first time anyone read a piece of her appalling prose, let alone publishing it. How can a book this terrible get published? Where were the editors? It's just full of dreadfully bad writing.
The main character, Dina, is simply appalling. She is dim-witted, ignorant, impetuous in the way you expect 12 year-old boys to be, and utterly unsympathetic. She's utterly awful, unlikable in the extreme, and incapable as the story's (or stories') narrator of drawing us in and making us believe in (first of all) and sympathize with (secondly) the horrors being recounted and her own attempts to reconcile a flawed childhood and her adult choices which she's not so enamoured with anymore. Including a husband she's fallen out of love with, a job she's clearly too fatigued to do with any empathy or even skill, and living in Israel, a country she's not sure she wants to be a resident of anymore. So some weighty stuff. And in the right hands, would have been a gripping read.
But no. Not the right hands.
The author lurches from one unlikely, madcap, lunatic situation to the next... we follow Dina as she flounders from the breakfast table to a cafe to pick up coffee where she spills water all over the waiter, to the supermarket (I forget why she went there) through never-ending traffic, finally to the clinic, where Dina works as its sole general practitioner, all the while with her dead mother as ghost riding shot gun in the back of the car. It's not only absurd, it's boring. At the clinic, Dina seems to be both terrified of and mortified by everyone there, including every patient and her long-suffering but vain receptionist (whose leopard print g-string "prowls" around the top of her pants). She "finally gets the nerve" to step out from behind a coat rack where she's been hiding for 10 minutes, to call her first patient into her consulting room. Oh dear, it's all just too absurd. I won't drag you through any more of the "action", as it's all a heaving jerking mass of ridiculousness. Interspersed with flashbacks to either her courtship with her now-husband, he who is now the unspecified object of her dissatisfaction, or to the lives of her patients, all of whom have survived horrible abuse by the hands of governments or husbands (or both), or of her parents. It's a hot stinking mess.
There's a reason why Styron's "Sophie's Choice" is both a prize winning novel and a long one (approximately twice the length of this one). And that is because Styron was an incredibly gifted author who knew that his topic (again the Holocaust) took great dexterity to bring it to life in a way that had us understanding (as best we could), that had us sympathizing, that had us climbing into the lives of those three people and becoming engrossed in them.
Sadly, Kaminsky, author of this appalling book, has no such skill. Her writing is shabby, ham-fisted, and in her hands, Dina's laments that her only way out of her childhood was for her mother to die, that she wished she'd terminated her (8-month) pregnancy earlier, that she finds her child a "dirty little tyrant", just to name a FEW of the awful thoughts she has, strike the reader as being off-colour at best. Dina is so unlikable in the hands of this author, when she's not being utterly unbelievable.
Our main gal Dina isnot a victim (albeit in the second degree), a casualty of a horror that has left her damaged and suffering. She is certainly not someone we can sympathize with. She's simply a mean-spirited, intelligent-yet-ignorant, awful woman you wouldn't want to sit next to on a bus, let alone have be your doctor.
I wanted to stop reading this book after the first couple of chapters (I usually give each new book at least 3 chapters), but I kept going. It wasn't until Dina lurches from her clinic after abusing one of her elderly patients of being a "bigoted old bitch", abandons her waiting room full of patients and her receptionist to head to the market to have her shoes fixed.... then rushes blindly to her son's school because she "feels in her bones" he is not safe, barging into the principal's office without even knocking on the door to tell her there's a suicide bomber on the premises, only to discover the man in the jacket whom she is sure she saw wires coming out of the back of his jacket is a suicide bomber intent on blowing up the school, that he is, in fact, carrying toffees for the children in that jacket... all of this done in bare feet because she has not waited for the cobbler to fix her shoes but has grabbed them off his bench as he was finishing up... only THEN did I say ENOUGH OF THIS HORRIBLE, BADLY WRITTEN BOOK.
Charmless. Clumsy. Incompetent. Avoid at all costs.