I was looking forward to this one, having liked “Middlesex,” and of course, the story of an English major, incurably romantic, floundering headlong into life, did resonate for me. I had read the same books as she, struggled with the same incomprehensible jargon in certain classes, written similar papers, wondered what to do with my degree – so I felt some affinity for the heroine. Alas, the idea of the marriage plot as a plot element, was slighted by other concerns (mostly anatomical, I think) of the author. The study of the manic-depressive, Leonard, is certainly well done, and might have made a better book with that as its main purpose (I was almost reminded of Nathan from “Sophie’s Choice”). I wanted more thinking, examining, shifting perspectives on marriage as a plot element. Instead, it gets an unearned mention toward the end of the book, something Mitchell remembers he and Emily discussing, a discussion which the reader was never privy to, and which comes across as a tacked-on nod to the book’s title, with little real meaning. Eugenides can write and some things were good – the parental relationships, Leonard’s mental state, the classroom scenes. But on the whole, I was disappointed.
On “The Marriage Plot”
November 29, 2011 by meg33
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I decided to read “The Virgin Suicides” which seemed a great paean to a certain kind of childhood, the ordinary one of the fifties and sixties, framed by the sad, unordinary lives of the five suicidal girls. Their desperate, circumscribed existence made the scorned suburban upbringing seem rather blessed. He is an amazing writer, and the earthiness of his writing was an essential element here, with the narrators remembering their adulescent boy viewpoints, as it didn’t seem to be in the above. I loved the first person plural narration with one person never signalled out, the detective-style questioning of witnesses of the long-past tragic events, and the accumulation of piled-up references to the things of that time – the music, the television shows, the toys, the forest-green nylon sleeping bag, lined with flannel that showed hunters and flying ducks and startled deer. Yes, I remember it well.