It’s an achievement in itself to write a political/family novel that features strange lo-fi anti-folk nerd bands from lower Manhattan and that I still don’t like: This meandering tale introduces us to an American family where the parents have roots in the musical counterculture, but then flourish in the tech upper middle class, while their millennial daughter tries to help save the environment by becoming a political activist. So yes, Zink apparently tries to reflect society and changing attitudes by describing different generations (including the grandparents) over time, but nevertheless, the book has pretty much nothing to say: If you look for a stringent narrative concept, a message, surprising twists and thoughts or elegant prose, this is not your book. It is very readable and it’s not like I had to force myself to finish it, but the world did not need this novel – sorry, Nell Zink.
The main structural element of the book is a cut: 9/11 divides the text in two halves, one focusing on the parents and their friend, weirdo rock star Joe, the other one centering around on Flora, the daughter. We all know by now that I just hate meandering stories, and this is no exception, but what makes it worse is that I did not care for the detached, wordy, overly descriptive storytelling which in large parts consists of character descriptions and boooooring theoretical reflections on current events – listen, I am a PoliSci nerd with an unhealthy news addiction who usually loves to spend whole nights discussing current events, but with their pseudo-critical sermons, Zink’s characters are jumping the shark, even for me. Zink is a member of the German Green Party, which is not comparable to the American Green Party – it is much more influential and important, a real force to be reckoned with. So when her character Flora joins the American Green Party and becomes a campaign staffer for Jill “1 %” Stein, you should expect some fascinating takes that might derive from the author’s personal knowledge of environmental politics, but: Nope. Everything is predictable, and the laments re the two party system and the never-ending beef between the Democrats are the same ones you’ve already read numerous times in case you’ve picked up a newspaper in the last four years.
As the protagonists remain flat, there is also no personal angle that might shine a new light on an old story - Zink is no Jonathan Franzen. Whenever a new character appears, Zink gives us some paragraphs with their backstories à la “tell, don’t show” – it’s clumsy, lazy and it upset me quite a bit.
So at the core, Zink juxtaposes the generation of the hedonistic 90's with their plaid shirts and ultimately pragmatic approach to the politicized millennials, and the whole thing doesn’t live up to its potential. There is also a cynical streak in this book that I did not enjoy. This is not my kind of writing.