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“You have it," she said.
"No, Millipede, you have it."
"Milly held the blueberry between her lips, leaned forward, and shared it with
Jarad--the two of them laughing as they each bit the berry to pull away their half, kissing all the while. The entire transaction took just seconds; they were
certainly not the kind of people to engage in ostentatious and drawn-out public
displays of affection."
Yet...other nearby snaky-disapproving-women in the diner, turned up noses up at their blueberry make-out romanticism.
Jared and Milly knew each other growing up- different private schools-- but it's in College where they fell in love. ( Both ending up at the same school in New York)
They both grew up on the upper side of New York.. But Jared's dad purchased
the old abandoned building, property of the city, "Christodora", wanting to revive the old neighborhood...( an area with memories for his father)...in the East Village of Manhattan.
Steven Traum, ( Jared's dad)...used the apartment he owned as his office for awhile until Jared graduated college. Then he and Milly moved it and made it their home.
And these were the innocent days.....
Christodora over looked a park .. The neighborhood attracted homeless people sleeping in the park, heroin shooters, artists. addicts, rockers, skinheads, activists.
Ragtime tents..bonfires...Bohemians ... also generation X types ...and even a young couple in love like Jared and Milly.. ( trying to raise a child in a very crazy environment).
Milly and Jared adopted Mateo. He was an orphan. When Mateo was just a small child
I worried about him living in Christodora. He got bit by a shepherd-pit one night .. men were coming and going all hours of the night from their friend, Hector's apt. The dog belonged to Hector. He was so stoned that night, his dog wasn't being cared for properly. Mateo survives the dog bit with minor injury.
We continue to watch Mateo grow up.
I couldn't help but laugh at how Mateo referred to his parents as a young adult:
Millimom and Jared-dad. The stage of his life when he was shopping in thrift stores
buying anything old ..or black...seemed to glorify the trendy-rebel look we are all so familiar with. ( rebel or not). Things 'do' get more serious...( really painful years of drugs, disconnect, rehab, horrific sadness of a broken family relationship when a young girl gets disowned by her family because she has AIDS.
I was reminded of the many people I knew in theater -- when our daughter was acting in Equity shows as a child with mostly adults. It was the saddest day, when I had to take my 11 year old daughter to a 'living-funeral' in the park for her director ...to say good-bye to him before he died.
One of the characters in the book - Hector - a gay man ..once so important and famous to the AIDS movement, became a meth addict. ...and I kept wanting to know
'why'? ..'what happened'? How did he find himself on completely the opposite
opposing team? He was an ACTIVIST...worked with the Clinton Administration in
helping getting medication to those who needed it. Hurts harder to see the educated - the fighters for the cause - turn into a drug addict. Just makes you realize addiction just isn't logical.
To be honest a couple of times...I just wanted to say..."well, fuck"... while reading this novel. And why not? I think it's a normal reaction. This is long book.. but I couldn't stop reading.
It's also one of the 'better' books written during these days - in New York City.
The characters were well developed. It was easy to imagine Millicent Heyman,
(Milly), her beauty - her persona - her vulnerability, her cynicism, her love.
Milly would often dream she was flying...
I loved what the author wrote describing her dream:
"She somersaulted languorously in the air, and then she sailed out the window,
six stories high, and into the warm city night. She watched their apartment recede
as she breaststroked her way higher and higher, until Manhattan grid emerged below
her and she was gently maneuvering her way around the corners of the buildings
fifteen, twenty stories high. Through windows, she saw the neighbors sleeping, turning fitfully--so drearily earthbound! Up here, above the city lights, the stars emerged. She stretched out her arms and wiggled her bare toes, her nightshirt flapping around her thighs, her black curls whipping across your eyes".
That's sooooo beautiful! .......
"The city twinkled beneath her, late-night cabs crisscrossing the grid-like 'dumb' toys she thought. ( lovely)
Thank you Grove Atlantic, Netgalley, and Tim Murphy...( heartbreaking -the AIDS
devastation--this story you wrote is intelligent, illuminating, and deeply humane.