Rebecca Kauffman captured my heart with “The Gunners”.
She did it again with “Chorus”….
I’m a definite fan…
desiring to read every book Rebecca Kauffman has written!!!
With multiple timelines, we experienced the different ways seven siblings — coming of age themselves— were affected by their mothers death…..and the complications from a sibling teenage pregnancy.
….the intimacy is felt through memories, marriages, complicated relationships, characters sensitivities, dispositions, personalities, and choices….
through divorces, depression, trauma, addiction, mental health disorders, The Great Depression, WWII, love, loss, and death …
It’s all there — a page turning fabulous family saga … emphasizing sibling bonding written in short chapters—(vignettes) — switching narratives among the characters.
So immensely engrossing!!!
Meet the Family:
Mr. and Mrs. Jim and Marie Shaw and their children:
Wendy,
Sam,
Jack,
Maeve,
Lane,
Henry,
Bette
There are other characters- friends & neighbors who are also extremely relevant to the over all stories—associated with the different siblings.
From 1903 to 1959 …. we get a full panoramic view of the Shaw family through past and present years….through their individual stories….
….shock & sorrow …hardships & trauma …
Both historical and literary fiction — feels like a memoir—The writing fully held me. captive — in the same way that Mary Larson novels can do to me.
It’s so wonderfully exquisitely written —
Fabulous character driven novel!!!
Tasters & Teasers ….
…..better yet: just read this book - it’s excellent!!
…..In 1929..: May 2, 1929, to be exact, was a series of tornadoes from Oklahoma to Maryland. The worst occurred in Rye Cove, Virginia, where a school building was yanked off the ground while the children were on noon recess.
Twelve children died.
The Shaw Family lived a hundred miles away.
[note … I thought about the influence of this historical moment and how it related to the Shaw family throughout]
“Every single person Jim had ever encountered in his entire life mystified him, including his own children, and he often felt woefully
incapable of the simplest human gestures. He worried that his efforts where his children were concerned were either wrong, or, more often, inadequate: saying too little, deferring, deflecting. He was fearful of their faces”.
Mrs. Shaw was often in her bedroom in one of her dark moods. The older children were used to her behavior, but the younger ones still asked after her, still hoping for something different.
Jim knew his wife’s health — her depression — was complicated and Jim
tried to guard the children from too much input.
With the news of the hurricane… (which Jim kept quiet from his wife and children), along his own struggles of his day….
he knew “that this beautiful world had a forked tongue. And he knew that everything he thought and felt and feared was real”
Maeve Shaw (1934)….
….Maeve was pretty sure she was the only sibling aware that it was the one-year anniversary of their mothers death.
[each short chapter allows us to see the inner voice of the individual sibling]
Henry Shaw, (1951)….
an engineer with Bell Telephone, second youngest of the Shaw siblings, was enjoying coffee on the deck of a hotel room with his wife, Anne.
Anne had an elementary education degree but was a stay at home mom until their daughter, Mimi started school.
[I wanted to smack this little girl Mimi for her snotty behavior toward her dad, Henry] …. but excellent intriguing chapter.
Jack Shaw ( one of the brothers), had a drinking problem after returning home from the war. His wife - at the time - Camille had divorced him saying that his drinking was to blame.
Sam Shaw (another brother) had also served in the war. He returned with his own set of issues: flashbacks, anxiety, and hallucinations that all lead to self/medication with alcohol.
Henry missed the draft. He was a little too young.
“With the loss of a mother, well that was so much, whether she was a good one or a bad one, a healthy or sick one, an easy or hard one. And whether her love for you was made known every day, or was as strange and impossible as a miracle; one that either reached you or touched you, or didn’t. One that you either believed in, in spite of everything, or you couldn’t.”
“You knew your own life inside and out, but that was it, wasn’t it? That was all you got. Every other life would contain a multitude of entanglements and obsessions and belongings that you could not even imagine; every other life would remain as alien to you as if it had been lived out on the moon”.
Soooooo wonderful!
I’m ready for another Rebecca Kauffman book soon!