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Telling Tales
New fiction for lovers, parents, and other difficult people.
By Michael Lowenthal
DECEMBER 8, 1997:
Fiction has always been a powerful means of sending messages. Consider, for
example, the fictions upon which our end-of-year holidays are based: the son of
God born from a virgin mother; one day's ration of oil burning for eight. These
stories pack such allegorical wallop that entire civilizations have been built
on them. To honor the tradition of holiday story-spinning, here are 10 fine
novels published this year. Match the books with the right recipients and see
if they can read between the lines of your holiday cheer.
Four Letters of Love, by Niall Williams (Farrar, Straus &
Giroux, $23)
If this holiday season finds you stuck on an old love, pining for the one who
got away, you can either buy yourself some self-help dreck about "letting go"
or buy your erstwhile mate this bewitching novel and hope it convinces him or
her to return. Steeped in a uniquely Irish mix of foggy bleakness and emerald
optimism, the novel alternates between two characters who, of course, are fated
to meet and fall in love. The tale is romantic in the best, most solid sense,
eschewing sentimentality but embracing all the inexplicable magic of human
coupling. And though it winds up with a kind of Molly Bloomian yes, the
only thing predictable about Four Letters of Love is its power to tempt
smiles from the Grinchiest of recipients.
The Swine's Wedding, by Daniel Evan Weiss (Serpent's Tail,
$17.99)
For the overbearing mother-in-law (or mother-out-law, for those of us whose
relationships are not legally sanctioned), here's a cautionary tale to teach a
searing lesson. The formally innovative narrative charts the downward-spiraling
relationship of Solomon Beneviste, a Jewish man, and Allison
Pennybaker, a WASPy woman, who decide to wed. As a nuptial gift, Solomon's
mother traces the Beneviste genealogy back to the Portuguese Inquisition, and
the project sparks all manner of trouble. The dangers of intermarriage and
assimilation (or perhaps the dangers of excessive concern with these
phenomena?) are symbolized in the book's final, dramatic conflagration. Since
Christmas and Hanukkah overlap this year, you don't even have to specify which
holiday you're honoring with the gift.
The Puttermesser Papers, by Cynthia Ozick (Alfred A. Knopf,
$23)
If you know a smarty-pants who needs de-trousering, give her this latest
offering from Ozick. With almost unfathomable inventiveness and intellect, the
brainy author spins the tale of Ruth Puttermesser, a stifled Manhattan
bureaucrat who converses with an uncle who died four years before her birth,
fashions a golem from her house-plant dirt, becomes New York's most popular
mayor, is ousted, and ends up in paradise. Sound wacky? It is. Ozick breaks all
the rules and gets away with everything. So if your friend thinks she's witty
and clever and good with language, this novel will be a shaming wake-up call.
In Ozick's company, everyone else is a dunce.
My Drowning, by Jim Grimsley (Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill,
$18.95)
Do you have one of those friends who's always trying to impress you with how
bleak and underprivileged his childhood was? Always one-upping with tales of
deprivation? Trump him with this startlingly gritty and moving novel about a
hardscrabble North Carolina girlhood in the 1940s. Narrating in a convincing
female voice, Grimsley combines descriptions of wrenching hunger, abuse, and
sibling rivalry with more dreamlike religious elements to forge an indelible
portrait. In the same class as Dorothy Allison's Bastard Out of Carolina
and Kaye Gibbons's Ellen Foster, My Drowning is a feel-bad novel
to remind readers that Christmas -- before the advent of Perry Como specials
and Whitman samplers -- was about a hungry family in a manger.
Andorra, by Peter Cameron (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, $23)
Give this book to your most unreliable friend and see if he gets the hint.
In Alexander Fox, Cameron has created one of the most likably unreliable
narrators since Stevens in The Remains of the Day; this is a
novel in which nothing is what it seems. (For example, Andorra, landlocked on
actual maps, in this tale has a port city.) Fox has fled to this imaginary
country to avoid a tragedy about which he is precisely imprecise. Cameron's
writing, likewise, exhibits a restrained lack of restraint reminiscent of E.M.
Forster at his best. The surprise ending will send a sobering message to your
flighty pal.
Soul Kiss, by Shay Youngblood (Riverhead Books, $21)
Deadbeat dads, here's a book not to give your daughters (lest your parole
officer accuse you of impropriety). As a teenager, narrator Mariah Santos
corresponds with the mysterious father she's never met. Eventually she travels
across the country to live with him, and the two share a passion that verges on
dangerous. But the center of the story is Mariah's growing up with neither
father nor mother present and finding her own identity. Mixing gritty realism
with over-the-top fable-telling, Youngblood brings brash originality to what
might otherwise be a standard loss-of-innocence scenario. In truth, this would
be an inspired gift from any dad (or mom).
Perfect Agreement, by Michael Downing (Counterpoint, $22)
For the grammar queen of a friend who's constantly correcting your who/whom
mistakes, try this witty, graceful novel about Mark Sternum, a white writing
teacher who gets fired for insisting that a black student be able to write. The
story of Sternum's academic fiasco is artfully intertwined with his family
saga, involving a father who disappears to live with the last remaining
Shakers. Downing tackles the touchy subjects of racism and political
correctness with refreshingly lighthearted forthrightness, and the droll
language lessons that end each chapter are alone worth the cover price. The
only problem is telling your friend where to shelve the gift: next to Steinbeck
or Strunk and White?
Love Invents Us, by Amy Bloom (Random House, $21)
Will your holiday feast be a "Guess Who's Coming to" Dinner? Do your parents
consider your mate inappropriately black (or white) or old (or young)? Chances
are, you can't convince them otherwise, but give them this novel and maybe
they'll gain some understanding of love's power to cross boundaries. Bloom's
characters find love in all the wrong places, and they risk everything for it:
a high school English teacher with one of his students; that same student, a
Jewish girl, with a black basketball player. In spare, precise prose, Bloom
conveys the taut urgency of desire with such force that only the most
hardhearted of readers would dare deny it.
They Came Like Swallows, by William Maxwell (Modern Library,
$15.50)
For the grandiloquent grandparent who waxes nostalgic about the "good old
days," wrap up this classic novel as a reminder that those days weren't always
so good. Written 60 years ago, but just reissued in a handsome Modern Library
edition (including a new introduction by the octogenarian author), the book
stands as one of the definitive evocations of an American childhood.
Eight-year-old Bunny Morison lives with his adoring mother and distant father
in a small town in Illinois. The family rejoices on Armistice Day, but then the
flu epidemic of 1918 brings tragedy. In Maxwell's quiet, measured prose, the
conclusion is all the more shattering. A worthy rediscovery.
The Falling Boy, by David Long (Scribner, $22)
If you're unfortunate enough to have a husband who attended the Promise
Keepers march and thinks that act constitutes being a good spouse, please
please please give him this book, which examines marriage from a male
perspective with heartbreaking and inspiring honesty. David Long crafts the
story of Mark Singer, a carpenter in 1950s Montana who marries into the
four-daughtered Stavros family. Mark weds Olivia, but ends up in a
less-than-lawful relationship with one of his sisters-in-law. This quiet,
diamond-cut book gathers force with an accumulation of tiny, perfectly realized
scenes. Sentence for sentence, it's perhaps the best-written novel of the year.
Michael Lowenthal's first novel, The Same Embrace, will be published
by Dutton next fall, at which time he hopes it will appear on someone else's
holiday gift list.
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