I recently read probably one of the best books about a marriage that I think exists, and oddly enough, I'm not sure if most people focused on that when it originally came out.
The reason I have my doubts is because even though "Wife" is in the title, I think the majority of readers felt that the main thrust of the story was that it was a fictionalized account of the life of Laura Bush. And while I'm told it certainly mirrors much of the ex-First Lady's story, I couldn't help but think that this is not a book about politics, or power, or even an insider's female perspective of the former president.
No, to me, American Wife is about marriage: the ups and downs, the rewards and pitfalls, the struggles and triumphs. And, if I can say so from my vast experience from being married for so long (all of zero days, my friends), I feel like the book is an honest and accurate portrayal of how a typical marriage--no matter how atypical the circumstances it finds itself in--works.
And that's where Curtis Sittenfeld, the author, does such an outstanding job. Now, I had read her previous novel, Prep, and for the most part enjoyed it. I thought the writing was good, and the story interesting enough to keep me moving along. However, the protagonist of that story, Lee, is ultimately disappointing, as she succumbs to the pressures to fit into a world she doesn't belong to, without ever truly redeeming herself. Granted, I think that's the point: that a teenage girl who finds herself thrust into a much higher social strata will almost certainly try whatever she can to adapt, but I never sympathized with her.
With Alice Lindgren in American Wife, while we watch her make mistakes, ultimately I feel we can identify with her, or, at least, understand her decisions. Clearly she's too good for her husband, but we see, through her eyes, that there is something worth loving in him, and although at times he comes across as boorish or spoiled, he's not a monster. He's just a man with too much pressure on him from too many angles, and she's the one thing that seems to keep him grounded.
One thing I've asked my other friends who have read this book is, based on their own personal politics, had their opinions of George Bush changed at all. While most have said no (claiming there's just too much "history" to cast off their distaste for him based on a work of fiction), almost all of them have said that their opinion of Laura Bush has certainly changed--and for the better. While not exactly a Bush fan myself, I was perhaps a little disappointed that people didn't approach their feelings about Bush with him painted in this new light, but I can respect it. Still, I actually feel Sittenfeld did more to help Bush's legacy than any partisan biography could ever do.
And the reason for that is not so much because she's a vocal liberal who is penning an objective fiction, but because the novel holds the feeling of so much truth that it's hard to dismiss that maybe her characters are true depictions of the real-life people they represent.
No matter what, though, this is a phenomenal novel, a story that transcends the politics and history and instead thoroughly explores an intimate relationship in a way few books I've read have ever done. I highly recommend.
Showing posts with label Prep. Show all posts
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Friday, February 13, 2009
Friday, December 15, 2006
Adding to the stack
Every so often (while I'm still reading a book; currently engaging Everything is Illuminated), I'm going to throw up some quick hits about books I've read in the past and reviewed for a list-serv my friends and I have (because that's how nerds get down). Stuff I'm adding now will be bold (just in case you happen to want to care what I originally wrote).
This is one such post (December 29, 2005):
Just finished two completely different books: Frankenstein and Prep (the latter by Curtis Sittenfield). If you've never read Frankenstein, it's a lot different from what you may know of the story. It's decent and surprisingly compelling. As I'm sure you're aware, Frankenstein is not the monster, but rather the name of the doctor. The book is told from both the monster's and Frankenstein's perspective, and it's hard to consider this a "horror" story in the same sense as the movies try to portray it. Sadly, there is no Igor.
Prep looks like a girl's novel, and in essence it is, because it's about a girl, but it's also well written (this sentence, I'm realizing, is so incredibly sexist that it makes an incredibly strong case for proofreading e-mails before you send them out). For you city dwellers, I'd say read it on the subway and see if any cute girls comment on it to you. (I'd actually recommend this tactic with a lot of books -- or rather, I'd say that a lot of people read certain books on the subway as a way to try to induce others to notice them. It would be interesting to interview some people and see if they choose reading material based a little bit on how it makes them appear intellectual. Food for thought. In fact, I plan on doing this in the near future as part of a joint Master's thesis/get-better-at-chatting-up-girls thing I'm working on).
I started reading Don Quixote, and maybe eventually I'll get around to finishing it, but for now I don't think I can read about episode after episode of this poor, crazy Spaniard constantly flailin' and failin' (which, amazingly, is the review the New York Times Book Review gave the novel when it came out). I'm actually a little disappointed in myself for not finishing this, mostly because I pride myself on finishing everything, even books I don't like. But this is 600 pages of "not exciting". I also feel like, I saw the Man of Lamancha, so I know the story, and no one is singing, so this is boring. One day I will got back and get this thing done, just to get it out of the way.
I remember reading somewhere that this was the greatest novel ever written, but I wonder now who exactly was claiming that, were they just saying that to feel enlightened and intelligent, and if they had actually read other novels. Because, realistically, the book is barely a novel to begin with. It's practically a serial, with each chapter or two essentially being a complete story, that all end up contributing to a whole.
If you've read it, let me know what you think, and if I should bother.
This is one such post (December 29, 2005):
Just finished two completely different books: Frankenstein and Prep (the latter by Curtis Sittenfield). If you've never read Frankenstein, it's a lot different from what you may know of the story. It's decent and surprisingly compelling. As I'm sure you're aware, Frankenstein is not the monster, but rather the name of the doctor. The book is told from both the monster's and Frankenstein's perspective, and it's hard to consider this a "horror" story in the same sense as the movies try to portray it. Sadly, there is no Igor.
Prep looks like a girl's novel, and in essence it is, because it's about a girl, but it's also well written (this sentence, I'm realizing, is so incredibly sexist that it makes an incredibly strong case for proofreading e-mails before you send them out). For you city dwellers, I'd say read it on the subway and see if any cute girls comment on it to you. (I'd actually recommend this tactic with a lot of books -- or rather, I'd say that a lot of people read certain books on the subway as a way to try to induce others to notice them. It would be interesting to interview some people and see if they choose reading material based a little bit on how it makes them appear intellectual. Food for thought. In fact, I plan on doing this in the near future as part of a joint Master's thesis/get-better-at-chatting-up-girls thing I'm working on).
I started reading Don Quixote, and maybe eventually I'll get around to finishing it, but for now I don't think I can read about episode after episode of this poor, crazy Spaniard constantly flailin' and failin' (which, amazingly, is the review the New York Times Book Review gave the novel when it came out). I'm actually a little disappointed in myself for not finishing this, mostly because I pride myself on finishing everything, even books I don't like. But this is 600 pages of "not exciting". I also feel like, I saw the Man of Lamancha, so I know the story, and no one is singing, so this is boring. One day I will got back and get this thing done, just to get it out of the way.
I remember reading somewhere that this was the greatest novel ever written, but I wonder now who exactly was claiming that, were they just saying that to feel enlightened and intelligent, and if they had actually read other novels. Because, realistically, the book is barely a novel to begin with. It's practically a serial, with each chapter or two essentially being a complete story, that all end up contributing to a whole.
If you've read it, let me know what you think, and if I should bother.
Labels:
Don Quixote,
fiction,
Frankenstein,
literature,
Man of Lamancha,
Prep
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