dear lord what an intense book. i'd like to blame this god-awful nyc winter for my crying several times throughout, but let's be real. the book was tough & emotionally deep & unrelentingly honest. i feel so overwhelmed by the book in terms of content and craft, i don't even know how to begin. how about bullet-points:
1. content--ok so a novel about a dying relationship, a dying patriarch, about tending to the dead, about the spirits of the dead who stay about us, about the past that won't die right away. this is why it took me a few months to read this book--i just couldn't handle such intensity in one reading. i mean, geez, even reading a 2 page chapter in the first 5 minutes had me tearing up. but did i appreciate the subjects? yes. it's difficult to do dying relationships and dying people without becoming sentimental. and PP really treats the subjects fearlessly, looking at how smelly and funny and sad and liberating they can be, all at once. and because she is fearless, she is willing to go deep into a subject--even rape and abandonment--and i think this depth and probing had me reeling and in awe.
2. structure--the book is split primarily between two brothers' different views of the same history/situation; and it is amazing that PP handles both with so much patience and compassion, willing to revisit the same scenes from a different POV and with such range of insight. here is one brother, the emotionally removed professor up in cold-ass boston who visits his family in jamaica after many, many years, and contributes to his father's death. then there is the favored (and also emotionally remote) caretaker brother who has stayed in jamaica and whose marriage/family life is falling apart. PP gets so deep into their individual, divergent psyches, that it's kinda surprising to remember that the brothers began with the same trajectory and that the same tragedies propelled them in their unique directions. her layered, intricate, and sympathetic portrayal of these men is a real testament to her imaginative powers and skills. their journey too, of reconnecting and guiding each other towards some kind of healing, requires some careful and attentive plot-development that also speaks to PP's skills as a writer.
3. magical realism--i am a believer, i am. i think it really captures the experience of people from non-normative, non-western cultures. and i loved its use in this novel--how its use was itself a metaphor for the undying past, how it gave shape and resonance to the little girl rosa's reality and understanding of the world and plot around her. (she was, btw, my favorite character, for her combination of insight, sweetness, strangeness, and rage.) i also appreciated the presence of new age-y/hippie kind of stuff, vaguely eastern spirituality-connected, that does run in some boston and island circles i've known. and how the use of these in the story reflected how i've seen it used, in order to connect with others, with oneself, and to think through almost unbearable situations.
4. language--the language is more structured, more reined in than in "the pagoda," which i also loved (tho it's an entirely different kind of book). i appreciated the fluidity of the language, how the sentences really focused on leading you into the emotional story between characters rather than glimmering as words on the page. in fact, there were very few places where the language was showy, and when it was, it was entirely dazzling and earned. i mean, there's one unforgettable passage where two ex-lovers realize they'll never be together again and the way the words are structured, yet so simply too, to depict the sky, a bowl of fruit, the bodies is just breathtaking. i think it was partly the spare honesty of the language that made for the unsparing power of the book.
5. landscape--in "the pagoda" too, i loved how committed PP remained to depicting Jamaica as a complex racial and and class society. while this book was far less obviously about history, it still did a beautifully subtle and complex job of depicting a society that is still very rural, very rich with lore and tradition and ways of speaking, with certain heavy expectations of both men and women, with the close feeling of a small community right up against the lush natural world. i liked the depictions of boston too--perhaps more affectionate than my recollections of it are--but very detailed and accurate portraits of that old, stony, intellectual city.
well that's about all i can handle saying, tho there's so much more. the book is like a prickly, luscious fruit that yields a great deal for the great deal it demands of the reader. for the longest time, i didn't understand the title, but now i do.