Combining a gift for language, an exuberant sense of humor, and a boundless imagination, Herrick's coming-of-age novel is unlike any other. Navigating the mysterious path from childhood to adulthood, Sarah encounters a naked, winged man, rivalrous ghosts, and gods disguised as beggars.
Amy grew up in Queens, New York, in a garden apartment community loaded with other kids and plenty of trees to climb and places to run around in. When she wasn’t climbing and running and hanging upside down from the monkey bars, she had her head in a book. She started writing stories of her own early in her teen years and hasn’t stopped since. She went to school at SUNY Binghamton and, later, the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. During these years she studied creative writing, as well as many other things. She found herself becoming more and more interested in science, nature studies, and philosophy. Elements of these show up in her writing all the time. At Iowa she was given the opportunity to teach and she found it exhilarating. Upon her return to New York, she finished a degree in teaching and set forth to make her fortune. Eventually, she settled down in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn, where she has lived for over thirty years, raising two sons, teaching pre-K, grade school, and college, slowly writing books, and keeping company with her tenant lawyer husband. She lives right down the block from Prospect Park where she has had many great adventures, some of which show up in her stories. She is doing all she can to reduce her carbon footprint and hopes you are, too.
Herrick's prose is some of the most beautiful I've read in a while. Each sentence is deliciously simple and descriptive - I wish I could crawl into her brain and see the world the way she does. The book was meticulously crafted, and felt almost like a selection of linked short stories - each chapter was set years apart and contained a basically complete story. Because of this, I had a bit of trouble getting grounded in the world. I also struggled with the tone - it was so close to reality, and yet magic and fairy-tale-like qualities were dispersed generously throughout. It left me feeling a little discombobulated, and like maybe the author didn't know entirely what they were aiming for? But DAYUMMM the quality of the writing was so good that she could have written anything and I would have loved it.
Straight up an inspiringly good writer. I will definitely seek out more by her.
I remember loving this book back in 1993 or so, and pressing copies of it onto all my friends then. (I do not blame this book that none of these friendships survived.) I haven't read the book since then, but I still remember a few things: that it takes the form of a series of short stories, featuring a heroine named Sarah, and it follows Sarah from childhood to young motherhood. The stories are shot through with veins of magic realism, visions of winged men and ghosts and whatnot. The charming childhood friend grows up schizophrenic; the beloved and gentle brother dies of AIDS. It may seem jejune to me now if I find a copy and reread it, but for now, it lives gentle and whimsical in my memory.
I don't quite understand how Herrick puts sentences together. I wish I could live inside her brain. She's so true, so honest, it hurts, and yet, I found myself laughing through half the book. Her work circles the realm of magical but manages to stay close to earth--and close to the heart. "Jake said, 'A dream is a big hole going in the nighttime and you jump in it and then you jump back.'" This whole book was a dream. A wonderful dream.
This book starts out with a naked angel living in an apartment across from the main character. I figured he must be the Naked Waiter of the title, and kept waiting for his reappearance. Either he did reappear at the very end, or not. I'm not clear. If he did, it was symbolism of the highest degree.
This is one of those books filled with imagery and imagination that requires a slow read to absorb all the implications of each scene. It follows the life of a girl, and woman, who is very open to the imaginary worlds that may surround us. Since I'm not, I found it rather...uhm....weird.
The writing, however, was lovely. I couldn't help but enjoy the book, and the characters. Sarah, the woman at the center of the story is certainly much more laid back than I, mostly more aware of the possibilities of the world. As she ages, however, much of the wacky stuff (floating nerf-ball-like things that communicate by smell, for instance) goes away, and she gets more grounded in 'reality.' Whether that's a good thing or not, who knows. She seems to attract strange people, including her husband, and be ostensibly put off by that while secretly doing nothing to discourage them.
If the choice was available, I would have given this book 3.5 stars. The writing was lovely, and at its best reminded me of Murakami. The relationship between the two women was heartbreaking and had extremely personal reverberations. The main character made me want to scream at times, but that is a good thing.
What got to me was the men's dialogue. Maybe it's me- I have been around a considerable number of high-achieving male scientists- I never heard one talk the way these men do. I simply did not buy it (and that's saying a lot for a book involving an angel).
Also, I wish the author had committed more to the magic-realism aspects of the novel, because they were my favorite. If one has a freak flag, let it fly to its fullest.
I read this book a really long time ago. I bought a copy of it and read it with much enthusiasm. I think I loaned it to someone because I no longer own it but think about it quite regularly as a book I read when I was a young woman just starting out her own life. It's time to read it again now that I have a few more years behind me.
My mother gave me this novel for Christmas when I was growing up. She said she picked it out based on the cover. Which I did not like. I was skeptical to say the least. But I'll admit it, I liked it. Good job, Mom.
I would highly recommend reading the last chapter of this book...and call it good there. The writing is absolutely beautiful but I thought the storyline was very strange and depressing. The last chapter warmed my heart, it was incredibly sweet.
The manic pixie dream girl stuff got to be way too much in the middle of the novel, but the beginnings and endings were charming, an effective way to view the world from the protagonist's womb of self-protection. An original book.
This book was written when I was one year old. It's lovely, funny, and chock-a-block full of magic realism. Also the last sixty pages make a really good argument against marriage / child rearing - a pure state of frustration.
I looooove this book. I want to read it again. But something very sad happens in it, and I'm not so good with sad books anymore, so I'm not sure that I can.