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PONTI

Name: PONTI
Author: Sharlene Teo
ISBN: 978-1-5011-7311-0

by Sharlene Teo ‧ RELEASE DATE: Sept. 4, 2018

All the pieces are there, but the end result is frustratingly hollow.

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United by shared awkwardness, two high school girls in Singapore forge an intense if short-lived friendship that shapes the course of their lives in Teo’s buzzy debut.

At 16, Szu pales in comparison to her beautiful, dying mother, Amisa, who once starred in a trio of cult horror movies, playing a beautiful, cannibalistic monster in the only role of her career. Her husband, Szu’s father, is long gone; instead, Amisa works as a kind of medium with her so-called sister, another job that plays to her strengths. “She promises these people everything,” Szu observes, “and she is so wonderful to look at, so dazzling and persuasive, that a few of them have even agreed to bring over their life savings.” Szu is not what she wanted, motherhood not what she’d hoped for. But Szu has Circe, a recent transfer student and fellow misfit, and they quickly form an all-consuming sort of friendship, obsessive if not entirely pleasant. In the future—the novel weaves among three timelines: Amisa’s past, Szu’s adolescence, and Circe’s adulthood—Circe will be a “social media consultant,” assigned to a campaign to promote the kitschy remake of Amisa’s films. By then, she will not have spoken to Szu in years. Shortly after Amisa’s death, they’d fallen out. It’s a poetic sort of premise: Amisa, the horror would-be starlet, haunting Circe through the remake. (In a particularly novelistic flourish, Circe, when we meet her, is taking medication to kill off an “uninvited” tapeworm that’s taken up residence in her guts.) All three women have objectively compelling stories: Amisa, escaping her small village only to wind up with new thwarted dreams; Szu, navigating adolescence through a haze of grief; and Circe, now divorced, still unable to shake the grip of her former friendship. But the novel never quite amounts to more than the sum of its parts, the quieter intricacies of the relationships overwhelmed by the volume of the premise.

All the pieces are there, but the end result is frustratingly hollow.

Pub Date: Sept. 4, 2018

ISBN: 978-1-5011-7311-0

Page Count: 288

Publisher: Simon & Schuster

Review Posted Online: July 1, 2018

Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 15, 2018

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LITERARY FICTION

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THE BLUEST EYE

by Toni Morrison ‧ RELEASE DATE: Oct. 29, 1970

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"This soil," concludes the young narrator of this quiet chronicle of garrotted innocence, "is bad for all kinds of flowers. Certain seeds it will not nurture, certain fruit it will not bear." And among the exclusions of white rural Ohio, echoed by black respectability, is ugly, black, loveless, twelve-year-old Pecola. But in a world where blue-eyed gifts are clucked over and admired, and the Pecolas are simply not seen, there is always the possibility of the dream and wish—for blue eyes. Born of a mother who adjusted her life to the clarity and serenity of white households and "acquired virtues that were easy to maintain" and a father, Cholly, stunted by early rejections and humiliations, Pecola just might have been loved—for in raping his daughter Cholly did at least touch her. But "Love is never better than the lover," and with the death of her baby, the child herself, accepting absolutely the gift of blue eyes from a faith healer (whose perverse interest in little girls does not preclude understanding), inches over into madness. A skillful understated tribute to the fall of a sparrow for whose small tragedy there was no watching eye.

Pub Date: Oct. 29, 1970

ISBN: 0375411550

Page Count: -

Publisher: Holt Rinehart & Winston

Review Posted Online: Sept. 30, 2011

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 1970

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THE MOST FUN WE EVER HAD

by Claire Lombardo ‧ RELEASE DATE: June 25, 2019

Characters flip between bottomless self-regard and pitiless self-loathing while, as late as the second-to-last chapter, yet...

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Four Chicago sisters anchor a sharp, sly family story of feminine guile and guilt.

Newcomer Lombardo brews all seven deadly sins into a fun and brimming tale of an unapologetically bougie couple and their unruly daughters. In the opening scene, Liza Sorenson, daughter No. 3, flirts with a groomsman at her sister’s wedding. “There’s four of you?” he asked. “What’s that like?” Her retort: “It’s a vast hormonal hellscape. A marathon of instability and hair products.” Thus begins a story bristling with a particular kind of female intel. When Wendy, the oldest, sets her sights on a mate, she “made sure she left her mark throughout his house—soy milk in the fridge, box of tampons under the sink, surreptitious spritzes of her Bulgari musk on the sheets.” Turbulent Wendy is the novel’s best character, exuding a delectable bratty-ness. The parents—Marilyn, all pluck and busy optimism, and David, a genial family doctor—strike their offspring as impossibly happy. Lombardo levels this vision by interspersing chapters of the Sorenson parents’ early lean times with chapters about their daughters’ wobbly forays into adulthood. The central story unfurls over a single event-choked year, begun by Wendy, who unlatches a closed adoption and springs on her family the boy her stuffy married sister, Violet, gave away 15 years earlier. (The sisters improbably kept David and Marilyn clueless with a phony study-abroad scheme.) Into this churn, Lombardo adds cancer, infidelity, a heart attack, another unplanned pregnancy, a stillbirth, and an office crush for David. Meanwhile, youngest daughter Grace perpetrates a whopper, and “every day the lie was growing like mold, furring her judgment.” The writing here is silky, if occasionally overwrought. Still, the deft touches—a neighborhood fundraiser for a Little Free Library, a Twilight character as erotic touchstone—delight. The class calibrations are divine even as the utter apolitical whiteness of the Sorenson world becomes hard to fathom.

Characters flip between bottomless self-regard and pitiless self-loathing while, as late as the second-to-last chapter, yet another pleasurable tendril of sisterly malice uncurls.