The Imperfects - a book to be inhaled in one gulp, following the hope, discord and division of an “imperfect” family, fragile yet tenderly holding itself together - and discovering the reason for its fault lines upon the death of their matriarch Helen. The novel is a mystery, gathered around the Florentine Diamond, and author Amy Myerson impeccably slivers its facets as an inheritance, an implosion into the lives of this unsuspecting family.
As with many immigrant families, the Millers’ ties verge close to estrangement, uneasy relationships unattached by much historical context. Helen has been their centre, yet fiercely private with a history essentially unknown; the adult grandchildren Ashley and Jeffrey are loosely attached in the present, while Beck, a paralegal lives nearby and has been a constant in her grandmother’s life. After her failed marriage to Kenny, her children’s father, mother Deborah has drifted unanchored through failed businesses and boyfriends, an impermanent figure in her children’s lives.
Helen’s death and will is a moment of awakening for this group- so ragtag in so many ways. The will’s specific bequests leave the house to her daughter Deborah; a dilapidated silver jewelled broach is given to Beck. Although on first appearance it seems to be a funky piece of 1950’s costume jewelry, it is in truth incredibly valuable - both monetarily and historically.
In this story, a diamond in the broach- the Florentine- leads the hunt to follow Helen, who came to America as one of fifty Jewish children escaping the Nazis in 1939- and how this jewel came into her possession. In its actual history, it was a Habsburg gem owned by the last emperor Karl and empress Zita of Austria-Hungary prior to WWI (and known as far back as the Médicis in 1657, but not part of this tale.).
Although the Holocaust looms large here, it is in the background. Relatable is the effect of the secrets, the hidden times which relatives chose or felt they had to choose during their lives to continue to be successful, to develop themselves or their families under the constraints of a new culture in a new country, and inadvertently could disenfranchise the next generation- causing them to disengage from the very family being established.
“Deborah’s mind drifts to her teenage years when Helen would scold her for being too American, which meant being too loose, too loud, too free. It had never occurred to Deborah that Helen did not feel American, did not feel free.”
The pacing of The Imperfects is lively, and gripping. The siblings each have lives gone astray, money issues and motives disparate from each other which add frisson to the plot; Beck holds them together stubbornly, motivated to find the truth of the diamond before selling it off.
The conclusion was a surprise. In light of the truth of the actual Florentine diamond, there was a faithfulness which I found endearing upon contemplation. The beauty of this novel was in the seeking, the hope while the very human characters muddled their ways through, and found each other.
The research is fascinating. Impressive all round. Five stars.