5.0 STARS!
Warning:
Reader discretion is advised. This book contains sweet, sirenically addictive prose that can warm your heart, flood your eyes with tears and induce a deeply meditative state in which the reader ignores time and place to ponder nostalgically the enchanting, soothing, carefree days of youth. Various psychiatric studies have determined that literature of this nature can result in higher levels of affective empathy, compassion, understanding, emotional perception, prosocial behavior and a sharp improvement of the theory of mind
For those readers who thrive on murder, mayhem, blood, guts, gore, sexual violence, torture, abduction, misogyny, child abuse, lurid sexual encounters and the like, stay away! This book will bore you to death.
OUTSTANDING! I wept my way through the epilogue, the final chapter of a philosophical story about life and death and the circumstances and emotions of living that make us human, that mold us into who we are, fashioning the prism through which we view the world. I fell in love with the examination of our past ... what is our true past? Can our past really be a truth, a black and white historical accounting of our lives? Or is our notion of the past anything but rigid, more fluid, more variable, like weaving in and out of the bright sunshine and dark shadows of a tree lined trail on a warm summer day, as we look backwards through the prism of our life’s experiences and influences?
That being said, I had such a difficult time crafting this review. The story rattled around in my head for days on end but I still couldn’t articulate specifically why this book meant so much to me. My friend Kelli mentioned she was having similar difficulties, using the word “languid” to describe her reaction. EUREKA! That’s it ... I was trying way, way too hard. I was blinded by the simplicity of the descriptive, emotional prose. The story’s simplicity about regular folks attempting to live their lives as best they can is a seduction by language in a warm bath in nostalgia ... ahhhhh!
Now in his early 50’s, Frank Drum tells the story of growing up - coming of age? I hate that term! - in New Bremen, MN during the summer of 1961. Frank was thirteen years old at the time, his brother Jake was eleven. His sister Ariel turned eighteen that May and in June graduated from New Bremen High School with aspirations to attend Julliard that fall. The events of the summer of 1961 changed everything for the Drum family, the last of five years Nathan and Ruth Drum and their three children resided in New Bremen.
Some of the deaths in New Bremen that summer were shrouded in mystery, others were painfully obvious. Some were anonymous, others hit far too close to home. Nathan Drum, an aspiring lawyer before he was profoundly changed by the horrors of war during service in Europe during World War II, has pursued God as the minister leading the new Bremen Methodist Church. Compassionate, reserved, understanding, down to earth and willing to come to the aid of anyone in need, Nathan presides over the funerals of those lost that summer, often times with Frank and Jake by his side.
Ruth never signed on to be a minister’s wife. When she married Nathan during her junior year at UMN, she expected to marry a litigation attorney. After the war, she was a pastor’s wife and a deep-seated, bitterness simmered at her core. When heart breaking tragedy strikes the family that summer, her tolerance of Nathan’s love of God was shattered and the family struggles to hold it together.
Everyone in this story is in some way physically or emotional damaged. War, racism, homophobia, hatred, intolerance, jealousy all leave their marks on the characters ... except Frank. Frank feels like the rock of the story, the anchor of the Drum family. Several miracles happened that summer and Frank looks back on the summer of 1961 with fond memories and a deeper understanding of events and people in his life during that fateful Minnesota summer.
Memories. Oh this story brought back so many wonderful memories of my childhood growing up in the 1960s. Very different times indeed. Unthinkable in today’s twenty first century electronic world where kids thrive on digital stimulation under their ever watchful parent’s eyes, we hopped on our bikes and played outdoors all day long – without parental supervision! Just like the kids in this story. When not reminiscing about my boyhood years, I was constantly reminded of the complex intricacies of life - integrity, honor, loyalty, trust, love, judgement, stereotypes, hatred, faith, family, forgiveness, compassion, empathy.
I’m certain I've inadequately described the emotional wonder of this book but I highly recommend it – with a box of tissues at your fingertips! Read it slowly, savor the story as you make a connection with the characters through your own childhood memories and keep the tissues close by. Enjoy!