Do Not Become Alarmed by Maile Meloy is a 2017 Riverhead/Penguin publication.
This book started out with real promise, but…
While on vacation, cousins Liv and Nora, take their children on an off-ship excursion which seemed destined for disaster right from the start.
While Nora walks away with the tour guide, Liv rest her eyes for a bit while their children play in the river. In just an instant all the children were gone, lost or kidnapped in a country not their own.
While the parents are being grilled by the authorities, and pointing fingers at one another, becoming increasingly overwrought and making questionable decisions, their children are enduring a type of adventure they never bargained for.
This book was chock full of heavy drama involving the children’s parents, their attitudes towards life in general, their marital dynamics, family connections, and approach to parenting. They each have something to feel guilty about, but have a hard time looking at their own mistakes, instead finding it easy to point out someone else’s failings.
Meanwhile, the children exhibit similar behavior as their parents, by turning on one another, but the children’s perspective was much grittier and tense, and really has some disturbing ‘trigger alert’ moments. The momentum was marred somewhat by a thread that just didn’t seem to fit in anywhere and ultimately left me scratching my head, wondering why the author decided to include it.
The approach to parenting is a major theme, as is the naïve feeling of security that the insulation of privilege provides. The novel explores how people respond to a catastrophic situation in a deceptively dangerous location, facing the elements and situations their comfortable lives could never have prepared them for. Will they rise to the occasion or are they too far out of their element to cope?
While the book held my interest, and did keep me on edge, so often I found myself feeling irritated with the adults, especially. I kept thinking about how some of them behaved and wondered if anyone living through this amount of duress, with their kids missing, enduring God only knows what, would really behave in this manner.
The story did give me something to chew on, and was thought provoking at times, prompting me to reflect deeply on some issues.
My husband and I had a bad experience once when we took our kids with us on vacation to a very well known and popular resort. We enrolled the kids in a kid’s program, similar to the one offered by the cruise featured in this story, which provided all manner of fun activities. I was assured the staff was trained in CPR, were certified lifeguards and could handle all manner of emergencies.
But, they never said anything about their screening process and I presumed the staff had been properly vetted. When my daughter, who was eleven at the time, complained that the tennis instructor asked her a question that make her uncomfortable, I went on high alert. Who were these people watching my kids? It was alarming to say the least, and I became much more hyper-aware, asking questions I should have asked in the first place. So, I can see where the author was going with this story, and understood the point she was trying to make. The scenario she created was indeed realistic and plausible.
That being said, I can’t say I warmed up to her characters, and felt a gnawing disconnect towards them. They didn’t seem to develop, but instead, regressed, tossing off their usual polite veneer to give us a glimpse of what lay behind it and it wasn’t all that pretty.
When all was said and done, no one involved will ever be the same, and they will certainly view life from a different angle, but despite the innocence lost, they took away valuable life lessons, learning that you can’t, no matter how much you wish it to be, protect your kids from all things, at all times.
You prepare them the best way you know how and try to balance the need to protect them with the responsibility of teaching them to cope out in the real world.
But for these parents, that pressure and responsibility are more welcome now than ever before, because it is so much better than the alternative.
While this book can easily be read as a thriller, a vacation nightmare sort of thing, there are more layers to the onion if you are willing, and have the patience, to peel them away.
Having said all that, ultimately, the presentation is a bit messy and the message gets lost in murky melodramas, and weak characterizations. It seemed like an ambitious undertaking, wishing to make some kind of a statement, but is wasn’t transparent enough or bold enough, almost as though the author felt the need to dial it back a notch, when in fact, she should have doubled down.
It was a little messy, and spiraled out of control there at the end somewhat, sort of limping across the finished line, but it finished with the race, at least.
I have waffled back and forth on how I wanted to rate this one. I really wanted to bump the star rating up a little, but I’m not sure the book fully accomplished its goal in a decisive manner, just barely clearing the hurdle.
3 stars