In order to not feel completely nauseated...(such a let down book after “Daisy Jones and the Six”)...
around half way into this Southern California doozie-eye-rolling novel....
I decided it was up to me to turn the tables... and have a little fun.
And so I did....( kinda)....
But oh dear....”Taylor, I love you...have enjoyed all your previous books....but “Malibu Rising”, is not your best work.
It was 1983....
Malibu was a place were rich white people lived....
....home to beaches cradling the crystal blue waves of the Pacific Ocean.
“Beach houses are crammed along the side of the highway competing for views, narrow and tall”.
Early mornings, the beach was quiet. It was a glory time of day for serious surfers....
There was a small exclusive cove, protected on all three sides by fifty foot cliffs. Technically, the beach was public. But the only people who knew how to get to it were those who had access to private stairs or those willing to hike the jagged coast line and risk high tide.
In 1956....
.....a few years before “The Beach Boys” and a few months before “Gidget”—( thank you, Sandra Dee) —surfing was becoming popular among teenagers.
.....we get a little family history (family drama, character profiles) about the Riva family:
We get the scoop on June, Mick...and their kids: Nina, Jay, Hud, and Kit.
In the 50’s, Malibu was a rural fishing town with only one traffic signal.
..... The town was coming into its adolescence. Surfers were setting up shop with your tiny shorts, longboards, and bikinis were coming into fashion.
June‘s family owned Pacific Fish Restaurant (the oldest surviving offbeat restaurants in Los Angeles today)
But....
The bulk of this story takes place in 1983....over one long 24-hour day.
BEWARE.....
THIS IS NOT A DUDE BOOK. It’s woman’s fiction for those who love gossip magazines about celebrities, family drama, and schlocky cringe scenes like the following:
“Lara climbed on top of him and began to move, her shirt lifted to expose her breasts, her skirt around her hips. The top of her head kept hitting the ceiling of the truck and Jay, trying so very hard to focus on Lara, couldn’t help but wonder if HUD had fucked Ashley in this truck, just like this. If Ashley‘s head head also hit the ceiling”
MY EYES WERE ROLLING.
My husband, Paul, had a few good laughs - (we were both reading books - side by side - yesterday, Saturday afternoon (nice lazy day).
Paul said....”ok, enough already, read to yourself”.
He wasn’t interested in growing bigger boobies from estrogen overload.
Maybe Taylor was stoned when she wrote this book....(I don’t think I could blame her if she was)....
but there were many pages of ‘bad writing’ and trite stereotyping.
The ‘fun’ parts for me were the tidbits visuals of the day ...( laughable to boot):
Virginia slims, Marlboro cigarettes, Tab, Jeep’s, Jaguars, Airstream caravans, and Wayfarers classic sunglasses (popular among celebrities) were classic in 1983.
So was long brown hair,
lightened with lemon juice, slim toned bodies, string bikinis, and tanned skin.
Love affairs, and Topsiders were nifty.
Crop tops and Daisy Dukes, were stylin....
Backyard parties; threesomes with rock stars in the jacuzzi wasn’t shocking....
Cigarettes, vodka, tequila, whiskey: booze of all kinds, cocaine, multiple divorces, death, pregnancy, the local surf shop, surfing, ( hot pink surf boards were cool), Tennis stars, pop music stars,
Keg parties, actors, models, writers, Directors, even a few Olympians, were apropos to Los Angeles, California.
And....
‘Lame’, a popular slang saying in 1983 ... was kinda ‘lame’.
Honestly, I don’t think I ever remember a book that Taylor Jenkins Reid wrote this bad. But, like I said....I ‘went with it’....I rode the wave....
And luckily evacuated in time ....as to not get caught in the coastal cliff fire.
Maybe Taylor was hurting and distracted when she wrote this novel, like many of us during the pandemic—
So I forgive her —and to be fair ... there were a few tender sweet emotional moments.
Taylor Jenkins Reid fans will gobble this book anyway. Great work, mediocre...some of us simply love TJR ( me too).
I leave you with one small except:
“Every day of your life feels like you’re climbing up a mountain. And then you get there and you stay for a bit. And it’s nice at the top. But then you start sliding down the other side”.
Thank you Random House, Netgalley, and Taylor Jenkins Reid