To be honest, I couldn't finish this. I enjoyed the book at the beginning. Jewish experiences in Europe and America, and family sagas, are some of my favorite topics/stories ever. So I settled nicely into this, and felt the menace of just-before-the-pogrom and the devastation of after- and felt like I had just found a book I could really swim in. I stayed up late nights reading. But unfortunately, this is not a family saga. We get a little information in NYC about Ben, but once he leaves NYC for Texas, he just disapperars altogether. The story shifts from Hersh's point of view, primarily, in Ukraine, to Esther's in the US. And I have to say it becomes tedious. We know and understand that she thinks Lindbergh is her lost son. We KNOW and yet it never lets up until she dies. We have a sudden death of Shmuel, and no grieving in the family, Ben and Miriam just kind of come and go but we don't get much sense of them as people.
The book starts off so well, and just goes downhill. The newspaper clippings are a tedious device that I ended up skipping most of. Then we hit part two and...
Wow. Is this some kind of self-indulgent extra-long Facebook rant? This terrible narrator could give 45 a run for his money in terms of misogyny and assholedom. I don't care if it's fiction, I refuse to put up with 100 or so pages - shit, I refuse to put up with 10 pages of rampant sexism and violent throughts directed at women. I have seen some other reviews that state there is a big reveal that the character T is transgender, which is what I thought from looking at the jacket photo of the author anyway, and knowing that T is the name of both author and character. (That is an annoying device to me anyway, and probably why it's taken me 10 years to read this book in the first place. I only kept it because of the queer theme in the first place [I do periodic book purges]). But holy shit, the violent misogyny,the self-important mocking, spewing from the first few pages of the second part is so despicable that I am almost without words. It is really nasty, and I did intially worry aout that when I saw Eminem's name inserted into the family tree. I mean, it is so bad, without anything redeeming to it, that I could not read to the end to see if there is some magical change of heart. I skimmed, and there didn't seem to be. If I want to read or hear about some asshole man talking badly about women and thinking violent thoughts, and generally embodying every icky quality I loathe in people, I'll just turn on the news or eavesdrop into conversations at work. I have never been a fan of the anti-hero, but this takes it too far. If there had been, I don't know, some dialogue between T and his wife that showed him maybe a little kinder, something, maybe I would have seen this through to the end.