Despite its flaws, an engrossing novel about a dysfunctional family, well suited for the beach.
A matriarch’s 75th birthday in 1985 sparks a family reunion, and the up-rooting of a few long-buried secrets.
This debut novel offers a reversal-of-fortune saga about a family from Philadelphia’s Main Line —an enclave of the city’s suburbs defined by old wealth and extravagant mansions. As the story opens, Dolly Scott has just been arrested in the middle of the night for trespassing on the grounds of the Hilltop Country Club, caught apparently trying to dig up a box of jewelry she had buried on the property decades earlier when it was still part of her grand estate, known as Llantrisant. Dolly, whose money was stolen by her husband, Dixon, before he ran off with his mistress, now lives in the former gatehouse of that estate. Meanwhile, the youngest of the three Scott offspring has been locked up in the pricy West Lawn mental sanitarium. The tale moves back and forth between 1985 and the 1950s (the decade during which the Scott family’s dysfunction gradually culminates in its ultimate downfall). Rhea writes the 1985 sections in the first-person voice of Dolly’s older daughter Hillary Scott Sherman, while the tales from the ’50s, which make up the great bulk of the narrative, are delivered in the third-person. The technique almost works, but with Hillary remaining the central protagonist, there is initially a discordant feel to the switch in voice, especially because she is the one who leads the reader into the retrospective by saying: “I slipped into a reverie about the old days. I guess you could say…the start of it all, was the day my brother [Trip] found our younger sister, Penny, locked in the tennis court.” But emerging from that point on is an engaging, well-delivered story that includes parental neglect, shattered egos, love, death, betrayal, and emotional fragility. Along the way, readers are treated to a blistering behind-the-scenes portrait of the lifestyles of Philadelphia’s socially elite. A concluding chapter, “Wrap-up,” is unsatisfyingly brief, but it does offer a surprise final twist. Unfortunately, it also leaves a couple of recurring questions about Dixon’s past unanswered.
Despite its flaws, an engrossing novel about a dysfunctional family, well suited for the beach.Pub Date: Dec. 29, 2015
ISBN: 978-1-5174-1538-9
Page Count: 302
Publisher: CreateSpace
Review Posted Online: June 2, 2016
Review Program: Kirkus Indie
Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.
The time is the not-so-distant future, when the US's spiraling social freedoms have finally called down a reaction, an Iranian-style repressive "monotheocracy" calling itself the Republic of Gilead—a Bible-thumping, racist, capital-punishing, and misogynistic rule that would do away with pleasure altogether were it not for one thing: that the Gileadan women, pure and true (as opposed to all the nonbelieving women, those who've ever been adulterous or married more than once), are found rarely fertile.
Thus are drafted a whole class of "handmaids," whose function is to bear the children of the elite, to be fecund or else (else being certain death, sent out to be toxic-waste removers on outlying islands). The narrative frame for Atwood's dystopian vision is the hopeless private testimony of one of these surrogate mothers, Offred ("of" plus the name of her male protector). Lying cradled by the body of the barren wife, being meanwhile serviced by the husband, Offred's "ceremony" must be successful—if she does not want to join the ranks of the other disappeared (which include her mother, her husband—dead—and small daughter, all taken away during the years of revolt). One Of her only human conduits is a gradually developing affair with her master's chauffeur—something that's balanced more than offset, though, by the master's hypocritically un-Puritan use of her as a kind of B-girl at private parties held by the ruling men in a spirit of nostalgia and lust. This latter relationship, edging into real need (the master's), is very effectively done; it highlights the handmaid's (read Everywoman's) eternal exploitation, profane or sacred ("We are two-legged wombs, that's all: sacred vessels, ambulatory chalices"). Atwood, to her credit, creates a chillingly specific, imaginable night-mare. The book is short on characterization—this is Atwood, never a warm writer, at her steeliest—and long on cynicism—it's got none of the human credibility of a work such as Walker Percy's Love In The Ruins. But the scariness is visceral, a world that's like a dangerous and even fatal grid, an electrified fence.
Tinny perhaps, but still a minutely rendered and impressively steady feminist vision of apocalypse.Pub Date: Feb. 17, 1985
ISBN: 038549081X
Page Count: -
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin
Review Posted Online: Sept. 16, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 1985
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BOOK TO SCREEN
A modern day fable, with modern implications in a deceiving simplicity, by the author of Dickens. Dali and Others (Reynal & Hitchcock, p. 138), whose critical brilliance is well adapted to this type of satire. This tells of the revolt on a farm, against humans, when the pigs take over the intellectual superiority, training the horses, cows, sheep, etc., into acknowledging their greatness. The first hints come with the reading out of a pig who instigated the building of a windmill, so that the electric power would be theirs, the idea taken over by Napoleon who becomes topman with no maybes about it. Napoleon trains the young puppies to be his guards, dickers with humans, gradually instigates a reign of terror, and breaks the final commandment against any animal walking on two legs. The old faithful followers find themselves no better off for food and work than they were when man ruled them, learn their final disgrace when they see Napoleon and Squealer carousing with their enemies... A basic statement of the evils of dictatorship in that it not only corrupts the leaders, but deadens the intelligence and awareness of those led so that tyranny is inevitable. Mr. Orwell's animals exist in their own right, with a narrative as individual as it is apt in political parody.
Pub Date: Aug. 26, 1946
ISBN: 0452277507
Page Count: 114
Publisher: Harcourt, Brace
Review Posted Online: Nov. 2, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 1946
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