Another extremely cold and rainy day in Switzerland, so please excuse the ridiculously long review of this wonderful collection of short stories. It's not even a review, but a quick summary of each story (relatively spoiler free, I hope), and my favourite quotes from it. I feel compelled to do it as I may otherwise forget them too quickly (not that they're not memorable!) and be left without much to refer back to at my book club meeting next week.
These stories are so carefully crafted, and I was fully invested in every single one which is why I would only read one every few days, leaving enough time to "digest" the characters, their backstory, their conflict, their thoughts and actions, before moving on to the next one.
I particularly enjoyed Robin Black's astute insights into relationships, family dynamics, and especially the joys and worries of parenting - throughout life. I know absolutely nothing about the author, but it's obvious from her writing, and choice of emotionally traumatic subjects, that she has lived a rich and varied life, ups and downs, and taken good note. I hope to be reading more stories by her in the future.
So here they all are:
The Guide
Jack and his blind daughter, Lila, are on their way to meeting a guide dog (and its trainer/breeder) for her. We learn about the terrible accident that caused Lila to lose her sight, and how Jack’s life and marriage irrevocably changed after the tragic accident. It seems as though he copes a lot less well with her blindness than Lila does herself, and he regularly tells white lies in the hope of keeping his daughter happy. However, Lila is a very insightful girl who doesn’t need actual sight to know what’s going on around her.
4/5
If I loved you
Written in epistolary form, the narrator is addressing her hostile neighbour who is either oblivious or highly unsympathetic to her family situation. Her severely disabled son has had to be institutionalised following her gradual physical decline owing to many rounds of chemotherapy. Her time is limited, and she fears for her husband’s wellbeing as well as for her son's future following her death. Such an emotionally charged story told in a most powerful way - loved it!!
5/5
Immortalizing John Parker
Clara Feinberg, divorced artist in her 60s (?) and specialised in fine arts portraits, reflects upon her own life whilst painting the portrait of a dull(ed) looking, elderly man named John Parker. Following her husband’s indiscretions she divorced him and took up her own affair with a family friend who has recently passed on. She is heart-broken but decides, for reasons I didn’t quite understand, to tell her ex-husband of her affair when she bumps into him and they go out for dinner.
Favourite quotes
„Age suits her. But she knows too well what a face can reveal.“
„Live long enough, it seems, and every fire can burn itself out“
4/5
Harriet Elliot
A dark and satirical coming of age story told from a young girl’s perspective who is sent to a hippie school by her not-so-peaceful parents. Harriet is the new girl at school and gets bullied by the other children for her prissy clothes, but she seems totally unaffected by their disdain. In fact, it turns out that she is of such steely confidence that she puts the narrator under her spell and makes her do things previously considered unthinkable.
Favourite quotes:
“We were taught tolerance by our Quaker teacher at every chance. There was God in each of us – even in those of us, like me, who had been raised to believe there was no God.
5/5
Gaining Ground
Told from the daughter of a severely mentally ill man who commits suicide, she is the mother of a 4 year old girl and separated from her daughter’s father, a man who is very non-committal, unaffected and dull. The night her father commits suicide, there is an electrical current in the water pipes shocking her young daughter who is in the bath.
The story ends with a limerick that summarises the story very well:
“There once was a man with a daughter,
Whose electricity ran in her water.
When his body was found,
Her house had lost ground,
But what was the lesson it taught her?”
Not sure I appreciated the way she spoke of her ex, nor his need for him despite all his shortcomings. The style in this story seemed a little more disjointed, the character wasn’t really in tune with herself, but the message was still a strong one - things happen for a reason - something I like to believe, too.
Favourite quotes:
“It was 911 calling me. If you can believe it. Them calling me.”
“Having a parent die who is crazy is different from having a parent die who isn’t crazy.”
“Marriage is a funny thing. Even when it’s over. Maybe especially then.”
4/5
Tableau Vivant
Jean has moved into a cottage in rural Massachussetts with her older husband, Cliff, who is 15 years her senior. When he became “an old man” at 80, she turned into a full-time care-giver at 65. They have a quiet routine, even though they moved around a lot in the past. Jean has recently had a stroke and has managed to hide this from her husband and children by covering it up and blaming the symptoms and her physical struggles on something else. Her daughter, Brooke, comes to stay unexpectedly, but seems to use her parents’ home as a clandestine venue to conduct an extramarital affair with a man who has his own family and life struggles to deal with. Jean is observing all this quietly, tries not to judge and illustrates how we never stop worrying about our children even when they have reached middle age themselves.
Favourite quotes:
“…. In her shapeless grey dress, no zippers, no buttons. Stroke clothes.”
“Jean had spent a lifetime trying to be inconspicuous, appreciating that nature had given her a headstart. “
“Whatever sex her children were having was no more real sex to her than the stuff in their diapers had been real shit. Our children exist in some not quite human realm, she’d long before decided. They aren’t exactly people to us. “
“How odd it was, she thought, that parents so often did that, handed out attributes to their children like sections of the same cherry pie. “
5/5
Pine
Claire is an almost 40 year old, widowed single-mother to teenager Alyssa, who was the apple of her father’s eye. Joe died about three years prior to this story taken place, taken by a short, harsh battle against cancer that lasted 6 weeks only from the point of diagnosis.
She’s formed a friendship with Kevin, a man she met at work whilst she was still happily married, who has been biding his time to take her husband’s place by being more than just a companion, but Claire doesn’t feel real chemistry and just keeps him around as a shoulder to lean on. Her daughter suspects that Kevin wants more from her mum and awkwardly tries to give them her blessing. Whilst this is going on, Claire is also analysing a new friendship she has formed with a fellow “soccer mom” who has a peg leg but seems so happy with her husband, it’s palpable to grieving and resentful Claire.
She is also prophylactically grieving for the loss of her 15 year old daughter (“pining” for her company) who is only a few years away from leaving home to go to university.
Favourite quotes:
“I fell out of place and absurdly, embarrassingly hurt, angry that no one sees me cry, worried that anyone will, too obvious and too invisible at once.”
“all I wanted from friends is that they agree with me that life was good, that my choices were inspired and that my futures bright as anything can be.”
“And I couldn’t fuck the living crap out of Kevin; he was just too nice. I fired him as a lover after one tender, terrifying occasion on which, as I felt him rocking just too gently back and forth in me, I lay beneath him petrified he would declare himself in love. “
“I listen to her sounds from the other rooms, music, doors opening, closing, the toilet flushing, water running; but drowning them out is the silence that will replace my daughter, before many more years have passed.”
Joe: “I can handle dying; I couldn’t handle it if it were you or her.”
5/5
A country where you once lived
Jeremy, a 60 something year old, highly acclaimed cancer research scientist, travels to the English countryside to visit his now married daughter whom he hasn’t seen or even spoken with in many years. His ex-wife still lives in the UK, too, and has a close relationship with their daughter. He is a man full of regrets about what happened with his marriage, but how he let his daughter slip away from him, and is set on making amends.
He is deeply in love with his new partner, Rose, a woman the same age as his daughter, and it’s for the integrity he wants her to see in him, that he undertakes the emotionally difficult trip to England. Whilst there something sad happens, and he and his wife conduct an interesting conversation about parenting.
Favourite quotes:
”Under different circumstances, that might have signalled a chance to start over, one betrayal cancelling out the other, the slate wiped clean; but as it went, they were like the duelling part that shoots simultaneously, so both end up dead.”
“Her shoulder blades, jutting straight out from her back, had seemed like vestigial wings, reminders of her flight. But now she’s grown plump, round and soft, as though nature reversed a sculptor’s work, encasing her true form in this obscuring one.”
“He’s unused to the possibility that any aspects of his parenting, even minor ones, may have stood her in good stead. “
“It’s unexpectedly painful to have become a pronoun.”
“Nothing says ‘rapprochement’ like slaughtering a bird.”
“That she was probably paying for those crazy years she had.”
“Two lies told for one kindness, a bookend to the parallel confessions they made years before.”
5/5
…Divorced, Beheaded, Survived
In this tale, the first person narrator is Sarah, 40 something year old mother of a 16 year old boy and a 12 year old girl, who looks back at a childhood game that the neighbourhood kids used to play repeatedly 30 years ago. One boy played Henry VIII, whilst all the other kids lined up to play the various wives with Anne Boleyn being the most sought after role in their “production”. Sarah’s brother, Terry, was a very dignified Anne Boleyn, with a good sense of humour and brave acting skills.
Yet another story that deals with the loss of a loved one, and again the writing got right under my skin. Because that kind of grief is so awful, and so true.
Favourite quotes:
”’Mom, he can’t be dead.’”
I didn’t speak.
Can’t be. I know that feeling.
Can’t be.
But is.
I don’t think about Terry every day, anymore.
And sometimes I’m stunned by that fact. It isn’t only the discomfort of disloyalty I feel, it’s the face of utter disappearance after death. The idea that as loved as we may be, we may also be forgotten. If only for a day here and there.
It’s family information. The kind that travels in the air that children breathe.
There are things that go on, I believe, important things that make only an intuitive kind of sense. Silences, agreed to. Intimacies, put away.
5/5
The History of the World
To celebrate their 65th birthday Kate and her twin brother, Arthur, take a holiday in Tuscany. Kate has been left by her husband about ten months earlier, and she is still very hurt, very resentful, very bitter and very much in need of her brother’s emotional support, reassurances and his unashamed taking of her side – which never comes.
This is one of the few stories in the collection where something major actually happens / unfolds in the present tense as the story unfolds. In that sense, I found it to be the least predicable of them all, and I was surprised at the sudden turn of events. I won’t go through the other nine stories now, but I think it’s also the only one that has an alternating change in narrator’s perspective (either Kate or her brother Arthur), which gives additional insight to both their emotional traumas. Being one of the longest stories, though, it was also one with an ending most closely resembling a conclusion – a satisfying read.
Favourite lines:
Arthur: And it isn’t the words he can’t find – for once. It’s the sentiment. What he really wants to tell his sister is to get over it, already. Pull herself together. Stop dragging her sorry self around, around such beautiful sights as this, too teary and bleary and just too bloody self-absorbed to see what’s before her eyes. Life is short. Too short for this kind of extended mysery. “Stop wasting your life”, he wants to say.
They were playmates at times, sworn enemies at others, and it all seemed to wash out by the end of any day.
That is the problem with the past, she thinks, as she flicks off the light. This illusion that revisiting it might somehow change what has occurred.
5/5