Reading

The hardest thing about this entry was picking exactly which Edith Wharton book to write a mash note about. I really do love many of her books, and even as I write this, I feel slightly guilty that I’m not writing about The House of Mirth or The Custom of the Country, both of which are amazing books, featuring Wharton’s signature mix of incisive social commentary, well-considered prose and an ironic take that can swoop to devastating effect into tragedy with a deft turn of phrase.

But I’m a romantic, and The Age of Innocence is a grand, tragic love story above everything else, and it hit my heart in a way that I can’t forget. Wharton gets the push and pulls of falling in love right, of how two people can come to deeply love one another, even if they never really quite touch. And she renders it with a command of classical craft, within a near-perfect structure and polished, elegant language. On its own, the story of the doomed romance between society man Newland Archer and the divorced “foreigner” Countess Olenska would be kind of a potboiler (of a very classy, restrained sort, of course), but it gets its power from the grasp that Wharton has of the milieu they live in — upper-class New York society in the early-to-mid 1800s — and her ability to situate her lovers within this rarefied, but ultimately stifling, sphere.

There’s such rich, loving detail of this slice of the world — you can practically feel the silks and velvets of the evening gowns, the smell of lilies in a conservatory — but Wharton never loses sight of the subtext of this deeply tribal world, and how it shapes the emotional lives and impulses of its inhabitants. Americans like to presume they are independent and free, that they command deeply individual destinies. Wharton powerfully portrays that this isn’t the case, that no matter what our emotional realities are, we are still social creatures and shaped in many ways by the mores of the world around us. It is just that relative privilege allows us the illusion that we are freer than we actually are.

Besides the absorbing, emotionally subtle love story, The Age of Innocence, to me, is a story about patriarchy and its mechanisms, and how even those who benefit most from it can suffer under it. Newland is part of a certain stripe of “gentleman,” and he sits near the apex of the top of the pyramid of the powerful and wealthy. Sure, he’s likely a bit more sensitive than most, and fancies himself more enlightened (and part of the book’s genius is how the veil falls from his eyes in his respect, and how he realizes his own social training has contributed to his emotional tragedy). But he’s still Mr. Fancy Pants, if you know what I mean. That I came to care for him, and felt the pangs of his sorrow as if they were my own, is really a testament of Wharton’s ability to trace the emotional development of Newland so well. And it’s a pretty indicting comment on a society that the villains of the story are the women the system aims to “protects.”

These days, of course, divorce isn’t social suicide, and Newland and Ellen could (maybe) find some modicum of happiness under more relaxed social mores. Wharton’s work, being so attuned to the social settings of her time, are of a time and place that no longer exist, perhaps adding to their grandeur and romanticism. But it still makes me think — especially when I think about all those fiery right-wing female political pundits — of how a society can convince its biggest victims to act against their own best interests. The ending of The Age of Innocence will always slay me as a romantic, but as I read it again as I’m older, I see how the romantic tragedy is also a tragedy of social and political dimensions, existing within a system that has never really quite gone away, which makes me even sadder.

And the ending of The Age of Innocence? Never fails to kill me as well.

Recovery Road by Blake Nelson

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I loved Blake Nelson’s earlier books, like “Girl” and “Paranoid Park.” I have to say, though, that this is his first book that made me cry, and I think it might be his best book yet.

It tells the story of Maddie, a teenage girl with major anger and drinking issues, who falls in love while in rehab. The bulk of the book, though, takes place after she gets out and has to integrate back into her life — finding new friends, dealing with the fallout of her past actions, and trying to work out a relationship with her sweetheart, who, having met in rehab, also has some issues of his own.

It has all of Blake’s trademarks: a kind of wry, smart voice, funny and vivid characters (I love how there’s usually a dorky boy who attaches himself to a cool girl in many of his books), humor (particularly hilarious one-liners). He has such an ability to nail the way people sound, both in dialogue and in their heads. But I felt this novel delved into some dark corners that his work hadn’t gone to before, but in a real, non-condescending way. Being a romantic, I loved the story of Maddie and her beautiful boyfriend Stewart, but I think the strength of the narrative was actually how she puts her life back together after getting out. She makes a lot of mistakes, but she learns resilience, and it’s pretty hard won.

I’m also impressed with just how keenly Nelson observes people and life — I think there’s some pretty sharp but subtle observations about class here, and about why some characters make it and some don’t.

A great, moving read — I highly recommend it.



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One thing I wanted to do this year was keep better track of my reading, so I joined GoodReads. I’ll post my reviews here, although it does kind of feel weird to be starting off with the final book of a fantasy trilogy to start! Well, the next book on my list is Blake Nelson’s Recovery Road, so that should feel less “out of nowhere.” I hope.

The Sweet Far Thing by Libba Bray

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This is a thrilling conclusion to a great fantasy trilogy, centered around a headstrong, flawed but fascinating character. I admit that I cried at the end the first time I read it — that’s how invested I was in the characters. Magic, romance, tragedy, fantasy, period detail — all the things I’ve come to love about these books. I did find the conclusions satisfying for the main characters — I had that feeling of being eager to read about them again about ten years later, like revisiting old friends.

However, I have to say that this is not my favorite book in the trilogy, which is weird, because I usually love conclusions (Return of the Jedi, Return of the King, The Amber Spyglass.) I get the feeling that the author must have just CRANKED this baby out and the publisher rushed to get it to market — it could use some editing and is a bit long. While I found the story pacing taut in the earlier books, here I felt in some parts like there was a lot happening again and again and again, but I wasn’t clear on what the stakes were, what was being added to the story with each incident, or how the story advanced. For the first time, I wasn’t as compelled to simply “turn the page.” Most of the time I wanted to stop and catch my breath!

Still, it doesn’t matter if a book has flaws to me — if I come to love the characters and world, I’d gladly wade through it. All three novels captured my imagination enough to completely supersede my Inner Critic and evoked what I love about the rush of storytelling in general — the sheer need to know what happens next, and to get to know interesting, rich, compelling characters.

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