I was SO SURE I was picking up a book about Old Hollywood and Jewish émigrés. Oranges, movie studios, music, Greta Garbo on the beach. And YES, all of that is here. BUT! It's also a Pandemic novel. WHAT!
Mamie is a woman in her 80s who has lived a rich life. Born in Vienna, her family was forced to flee the Nazis and found refuge in Los Angeles. Julian is her grandson, a young New York man in a slump, unsure of his future, recently dumped, etc, etc. Fed up, Julian's parents announce they're cutting him off and send him to his grandmother's house in Venice, CA; he has no job or money, and she's recently injured her arm and needs some help, so it's a win-win. Julian naturally doesn't agree, but has no other option. After moving in, the COVID virus arrives in the US, and the world locks down. Julian and Mamie (and her enigmatic caretaker Agatha) have little to do but sit, talk, play records, identify flowers, drink. Gradually, Mamie shares her childhood stories with her grandson, and Julian discovers this orange-haired, gnarled-fingered ancestor is quite the muse to spark creativity and joy in his life.
This was so good! The writing, particularly Mamie's voice, is bright and witty, giving me some Olive Kitteridge vibes. It's also the SECOND BOOK that I read this year where I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS ABOUT THE PANDEMIC (first one was The Sentence by Louise Erdrich) and BOTH were fantastic even though I was a bit fussy about it because DO WE HAVE TO RELIVE THIS ALREADY, MY AUTHOR FRIENDS?? But the parallel between these two stories of escape and survivor's guilt is SO EXTRAORDINARY AND HEARTBREAKING. So, pandemic silver lining, maybe: global disasters give authors something really big and horrible and universal to extract beautiful musings from??? (And also lots of time in their houses???)