VOX by Christina Dalcher: Imagine a world, a life, where you’ve been allotted 100 words a day. For context, humans average around 16,000 a day. A Fitbit-like tracker is affixed to your wrist and should you go over 100 words, you’re shocked. Surveillance cameras monitor for non-verbal communication. The voltage increases with every additional word. Imagine a 2.0 tracker that awards you “double damage” for cursing. In the 1980s, Margaret Atwood wrote a remarkable, possibly prescient book about the vision of far-right conservatives coming to pass–The Handmaids Tale. Christina Dalcher’s Vox is a worthy addition to the canon outlining our worst nightmare (or at least mine): a world dominated by the Christian right where women’s voices and rights–regardless of age–have been straight-jacketed.
Women don’t work, read, or write. Instead, they manage the home, keep up on their Stepford-like beauty routines, wear “Pure” pins declaring their support of the regime, and lay silently beneath their husbands during sex. Six-year-old girls compete for prizes on who can say the fewest words over the course of the day. And this society presses on until the president’s brother experiences a mysterious accident and Dr. Jean McClellan, a cognitive linguist specializing in Wernicke’s is given a reprieve to develop a cure. However, she soon learns the reality is far more insidious and horrifying than she could imagine, and she’ll do anything to save herself and her young daughter. I devoured this book in a matter of hours. The pacing is fantastic, the characters nuanced and complicated, and the ending is wholly satisfying. Check out this excellent WaPo review.
The Last Black Unicorn by Tiffany Haddish: My friend Jenna posted on Instagram that she was giving away books and I quickly snatched up Haddish’s HILARIOUS memoir and Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine. I am SO GLAD I did. In a collection of essays that range from her rough upbringing in L.A.’s South Central, including a mother who suffered from psychotic schizophrenia after a car accident, a father who maybe confessed to causing the accident, and a grandmother who tossed her out when she was 18 to her rise in comedy–and all the crazy jobs, relationships (including an abusive marriage) and bullshit misogyny she had to endure along the way.
Haddish has such a unique and arcane ability to find humor and light even in the darkest of places. I loved her voice (you can tell she wrote this, not some wack ghostwriter) and the fact that she lays her flaws out to bear because, like all of us, she’s a work-in-progress. If you’re looking for a great laugh and a lot of hope, definitely check out Haddish’s memoir. As the kids say, I STAN.
Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gaily Honeyman: Another gem of a find, Honeyman’s debut ranks as one of my top five favorite novels of the year and I have read A LOT of books (I’m up to 65, I think). Before I get into the plot, I was genuinely confused by the slew of reviews that called this book funny and breezy–including the jacket blurb from Reese Witherspoon. Maybe I’m getting soft at 42, but this book was not breezy.
While Eleanor Oliphant’s voice is wry, caustic, and funny–it’s mostly based on our perception of it. It’s sort of like someone who has Aspberger’s where there’s a disconnect between perceived and actual social behavior. They don’t know they’re being construed as socially awkward. While Oliphant hasn’t been diagnosed, per se, a history of severe abuse at the hands of a narcissistic sociopathic mother and being reared by the state as a result, combined with a reclusive life where her social interactions are limited to awkward work encounters and buying bottles of vodka from her Tesco cashier so she can binge-drink alone on the weekends, Eleanor isn’t like everyone else.
In a sense, Eleanor is uncomfortably comfortable, self-medicating her way through a lonely, isolated life until she meets Raymond, the bumbling unhygienic IT guy. After a random accident, the two–much to Eleanor’s chagrin–are thrust together, and soon she realizes that she’s worthy of love and a good life if she lets people in. I felt Eleanor’s loneliness so acutely, so painfully, and the journey from her very controlled world to one of freedom and self-actualization is a remarkable one. While I don’t consider this book funny by any stretch of the imagination, it’s incredibly hopeful.
The Banker’s Wife by Cristina Alger: My reading preferences have completely changed over the past three years. I used to love reading experimental fiction–now I can’t stand it. I hardly read thrillers and now I can’t get enough of them. And The Banker’s Wife was totally satisfying. Remember The Firm? Well, switch out lawyers for international financiers and you have a story of a powerful bank that has some shady dealings (think terrorists, bad guys, CEOs, etc.) and will stop at nothing to eliminate leaks and informers.
You have the dueling narratives of two women out of sorts–Annabelle Werner, ex-pat in Geneva, who’s just learned that her husband has died in a fatal plane crash in the Alps and Marina Tourneau, a former investigative journalist who’s marrying into one of New York’s elite political families. She’s giving up her taste for hot stories until her boss ends up dead, she receives a flash drive with some pretty incriminating information. Annabelle doesn’t buy the plane crash and starts digging. Marina is also on her own excavation and the two narratives weave their way to the truth. The book goes the way you’d expect with a few surprising moments, but it was still a terrific, fast read. I’ve also become oddly obsessed with Nordic countries and Switzerland so I loved diving into a world so far removed from the U.S.
Salvage the Bones by Jesmyn Ward: My god, this book was like holding black diamonds in your hand. Every word, scene, and image was pure magic and something of beauty. I’m in awe of how Jesmyn Ward invites you so intimately into the worlds she creates and you feel so connected to them even if their life is completely foreign to you. Her 2012 novel is a Katrina story, and we meet a close-knit family, who, over the course of a week, unravels in the wake of the coming storm. Fourteen-year-old Esch is pregnant and keeping it a secret, Skeetah is fighting to keep his prized pitbull and her puppies alive even at the risk of his own life, and Randall and Junior are trying to find where they fit in a home that is short on parenting and money but rich in love and the bonds that tie a family.
I read somewhere once that fiction has the ability to be the ultimate truth-teller. Imagine the irony in that–you can understand the depths of something so acutely, so intimately in a way that the news fails you. In the wake of the recent hurricanes, much has been written about why families stay behind, why they don’t evacuate their homes and it wasn’t until I read Ward’s book that I truly felt it in a way that was more powerful than logically understanding it. I loved Ward’s memoir, Men We Reaped, but this novel is my favorite.
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