Monday, January 23, 2012

Review: Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides

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Reviewed by Ingrid

Published: 2002

It's about: Cal Stephanides is a hermaphrodite. He begins his story with his grandparents (who were also siblings!), when they left their home in Turkey as immigrants to Detriot in the 1920s. Cal follows them as they settle into their new lives and have a son, Cal's dad Milton. He follows Milton and his mom Tessie through their lives. About halfway through the book, Cal is born and begins his narrative. Yeah. This summary doesn't really do the book justice. Here's the summary on Goodreads. This book is hard to summarize.

I thought:
Just like all y'all, I loved this book. Cal was such a charismatic and loveable narrator. I loved Eugenides' cinematic style. I read/listened to the audiobook of Eugenides most recent novel The Marriage Plot last month, and I was surprised and delighted by how different this book was. Absolutely a sign of a great writing.

I have to thank Christina for her excellent reviews of Jeffrey Euginides two other books, The Virgin Suicides and The Marriage Plot, which convinced me to finally read Middlesex - Eugenides' most popular book (and which, if you are familiar with the book blogosphere, is constantly being raved about.)

Now, Christina and I often have similar taste, but there is one important place where we diverge. We've discussed this a few times. In this story, Eudenides inserts a few little quirky details and moments that are not magical, but definitely do not feel "realistic." (The one that stuck out to me was when Cal's dad would play songs on his clarinet up against his mom's skin, and this, supposedly, is how they fell in love.)

I realize that because this is a novel, it's ok for authors to insert details like this - they are creating their own little world, after all, in which anything can happen. Because of the nature of fiction, every author of any fictional work is inherently asking the reader for a suspension of disbelief. Every reader has a different threshold, however, and mine just happens to be very low. (Great discussion of suspension of disbelief here, if you're interested.)

One author who masters these moments is Jonathan Safran Foer, whom I strongly dislike. Christina loves him, though, and I respect that. We decided to call these quirkly little moments "Foerish" moments. I'm not a fan. Christina is. What do you think?

Moving beyond this, though, I was extremely impressed with Eugenides' style. It felt like a movie - the narrative zoomed in and out, there were montages, moments when time went backwards and sped forward. It was cool and it kept me interested, even when the story wasn't at its most excited moments. Very impressive.

Verdict: Stick it on the shelf. Besides the few Foerish moments, I loved the rest of the book. It's going straight on the shelf.

Reading Recommendations: Pick this one up if you feel like you need a new favorite book.

Warnings: Meh. There's some sex and stuff. I think there's a few swear words.

Favorite excerpts:
"The streets were still full of trees, bare in winter, so that we could see all the way to the frozen river. I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair cut, and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered."

"Aside from their blinding brightness, there was another odd thing about Milton's home movies: like Hitchcock, he always appeared in them. The only way to check the amount of film left in the camera was by reading the counter inside the lens. In the middle of Christmas scenes or birthday parties there always came a moment when Milton's eye would fill the screen. So that now, as I quickly try to sketch my early years, what comes back most clearly is just that: the brown orb of my father's sleepy, bearish eye. A postmodern touch in our domestic cinema, pointing up artifice, calling attention to mechanics. (And bequeathing me my aesthetic.) Milton's eye regarded us. It blinked. An eye as big as the Christ Pantacrator's at church, it was better than any mosaic. It was a living eye, the cornea a little bloodshot, the eyelashes luxuriant, the skin underneath coffee-stained and pouchy."

What I'm reading next: The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides. Can't get enough of him!

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I rarely keep a book after reading it, but this one I did --loved it! Glad u did as well.
The "Foerish" moments thing is pretty funny. I think of those as "Rushmore" moments since they remind me of the films of Wes Anderson (Rushmore, Royal Tennenbaums, etc.) but
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That is a really interesting connection because I LOVE Wes Anderson! And I love the Foerish stuff. Hm... I'd like to see a venn diagram showing the percentage of overlap between Foer fans and Wes Anderson fans. :)
Ingrid, how do you feel about his movies?
Ha, interesting you ask ... I actually love Wes Anderson movies. I feel like his style is a little bit self-mocking, and I find that funny. Foer doesn't have that though. I feel like he takes himself so seriously.
I thought the music on the skin bit was so charming, and I can see high school kids playing around like that. It's funny how readers react differently to little elements.

This was actually the first book I completed this year, but I haven't gotten around to writing my review. I probably should do that...
Im in the minority but I just thought this one was ok, not great. It was because the family saga part in the first half was like alot of family saga books I had read and I dont think the events surrounding Cals grandparents when they escapes Greece highlighted exactly how horrific those events really were. But the Cal parts of the book were really good and I loved him as a character, I wanted more Cal.
Great review! This is definitely the best Eugenides, but I think The Marriage Plot is a very close second.
I loved this one too. I read it back in 2007 and might reread it this year for my book club. Just a heads up, I was pretty disappointed with The Virgin Suicides, but I hope it works for you.
I know this is an older post, but I looked it up because I wondered if I should pick up Middlesex. I just finished The Marriage Plot and, while I enjoyed it, I would want a little more from Eugenides to justify trying another of his novels this summer. What do you think? Also, I'd love it if you could tell me there's less sex in Middlesex, but I'm not holding my breath.

Also, I felt compelled to comment after reading this because the minute you started talking talking about "magical moments," I thought of Jonathan Safran Foer. I actually Foerish details, to a certain extent, because it somehow restores my faith in humanity—like we don't have to be so bound up in the restrictions we've created for ourselves, and especially our interactions with other people. Sometimes our hearts exceed us, and it seems to me that the Foerish moments capture that sense.

Keep reading, keep writing!

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