This is an interesting story about a 20 something Jewish woman, Eleanor Moskowitz, who becomes a tutor to a young girl, Margaux, from an upper class family, who is recovering from polio. The mother, Patricia Bellamy, asks her to go by the name of “Moss” since they live in a restricted building. The father, Wynn, is not pleased that they have a Jewish tutor, but is willing to tolerate it for his daughter’s sake. Eleanor hopes that this is her entry into a world she could only dream of.
But all is not as is seems in the rarified world that the Bellamys inhabit. There are cracks in their gilded exterior. When Eleanor becomes involved with Patricia’s bohemian brother Tom, events are set in place that affect all their lives.
The characters are all well portrayed, even some of the minor ones. They are all multi-faceted and engaging. The story alternates between Eleanor’s and Patricia’s POVs, which adds interest. There is a wonderful sense of place throughout the book, whether it in NYC or the summer home in Connecticut.
There are issues of class distinctions, marital discord, sexual assault, and body image after polio. For me the main issue was this: throughout the book there is an undercurrent of the anti-Semitism that pervaded the country after WWII. Jews were prohibited from living in certain places, going to certain colleges, working in certain companies and socializing with certain people. Eleanor faces these restrictions when she is looking for a job, working for the Bellamys, dating Tom. It is assumed that the title “Not Our Kind” refers to how the Bellamys feel about Eleanor. But it also could be how Eleanor and her mother, a self employed milliner, feel about the Bellamys and their world. It goes both ways.
There is a passage that I found fascinating and so true:
“But even if she became Mrs. Thomas Harrison, it would change nothing. The name would be a cloak, not her true skin. She would never be one of them; she’d be dressing up, pretending. And that might end up feeling worse than simple exclusion.”
I can so relate to this, as a Jew married to a Gentile. At times I feel like I’m going incognito, my Waspy last name hiding my true identity. Not fitting in to either world. I am not really observant, but I can’t relate to the Gentile world either. December and Christmas make me crazy. It feels like I don’t exist; there is little to no acknowledgement of my culture. Granted, there are no longer overt prohibitions on where Jews can live, work, attend college, and intermarriage is much more acceptable. But anti-Semitism is on the rise, in Europe and in the US. This story reminds us of what post-war America was like for Jews, and we cannot go back to that.
On its face this seems like a typical historical fiction, but there is more going on under the surface, at least for me. I definitely recommend this book.