Funny, sweet-natured and well-crafted, but perhaps suited best to a YA audience.
Whimsical characters and charm make for an amiable diversion.
Hallie Palmer, 16, spends much of her free time at the track. Or at the clandestine weekly poker game in the church basement. Or at the local Indian casino—until her age is revealed. She’s no compulsive gambler, just a whiz with numbers. Forget college. As soon as she can afford her own car, she’s off to Vegas. Feeling ostracized at school, crowded at home (Mother is pregnant with her eighth child), and weary of her parents’ expectations, Hallie can’t wait for her day of departure. After she loses a bundle at the track—there goes her Vegas car—she answers an ad for yard help at the Stockton estate, and the fun begins. In the old rambling “manse” live Ms. Olivia, a political Auntie Mame, her husband The Judge (a Colonel Sanders look-a-like in the last stages of Alzheimer’s), her son Mr. Bernard (an unabashedly poufy antiques dealer), Bernard’s husband Mr. Gil (Hallie thinks of him as the normal one, until he gives her a “reading” based on the condition of her teeth), and Rocky (an alcoholic chimp). In one fell swoop, Hallie gets the job, drops out of school, and runs away from home (she sleeps in the Stocktons’ summer house). Problems need to be sorted out—the truant officer, her parents—but the story lies in the way Hallie blooms under the Stocktons’ care, receiving a world-class education in the art of eccentricity. Ms. Olivia writes pornography for pin money, Rocky mixes the evening cocktails, Bernard and Gil school Hallie on old movies, antiques, fine food, and how to walk like Audrey Hepburn. Pedersen has created a wonderful assemblage of characters in the Stocktons—if only something of more substance were going on.
Funny, sweet-natured and well-crafted, but perhaps suited best to a YA audience.Pub Date: Jan. 1, 2003
ISBN: 0-345-45830-3
Page Count: 368
Publisher: Ballantine
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 1, 2002
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The phrase “tour de force” could have been invented for this audacious novel.
Four men who meet as college roommates move to New York and spend the next three decades gaining renown in their professions—as an architect, painter, actor and lawyer—and struggling with demons in their intertwined personal lives.
Yanagihara (The People in the Trees, 2013) takes the still-bold leap of writing about characters who don’t share her background; in addition to being male, JB is African-American, Malcolm has a black father and white mother, Willem is white, and “Jude’s race was undetermined”—deserted at birth, he was raised in a monastery and had an unspeakably traumatic childhood that’s revealed slowly over the course of the book. Two of them are gay, one straight and one bisexual. There isn’t a single significant female character, and for a long novel, there isn’t much plot. There aren’t even many markers of what’s happening in the outside world; Jude moves to a loft in SoHo as a young man, but we don’t see the neighborhood change from gritty artists’ enclave to glitzy tourist destination. What we get instead is an intensely interior look at the friends’ psyches and relationships, and it’s utterly enthralling. The four men think about work and creativity and success and failure; they cook for each other, compete with each other and jostle for each other’s affection. JB bases his entire artistic career on painting portraits of his friends, while Malcolm takes care of them by designing their apartments and houses. When Jude, as an adult, is adopted by his favorite Harvard law professor, his friends join him for Thanksgiving in Cambridge every year. And when Willem becomes a movie star, they all bask in his glow. Eventually, the tone darkens and the story narrows to focus on Jude as the pain of his past cuts deep into his carefully constructed life.
The phrase “tour de force” could have been invented for this audacious novel.Pub Date: March 10, 2015
ISBN: 978-0-385-53925-8
Page Count: 720
Publisher: Doubleday
Review Posted Online: Dec. 21, 2014
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 2015
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A strict report, worthy of sympathy.
A violent surfacing of adolescence (which has little in common with Tarkington's earlier, broadly comic, Seventeen) has a compulsive impact.
"Nobody big except me" is the dream world of Holden Caulfield and his first person story is down to the basic, drab English of the pre-collegiate. For Holden is now being bounced from fancy prep, and, after a vicious evening with hall- and roommates, heads for New York to try to keep his latest failure from his parents. He tries to have a wild evening (all he does is pay the check), is terrorized by the hotel elevator man and his on-call whore, has a date with a girl he likes—and hates, sees his 10 year old sister, Phoebe. He also visits a sympathetic English teacher after trying on a drunken session, and when he keeps his date with Phoebe, who turns up with her suitcase to join him on his flight, he heads home to a hospital siege. This is tender and true, and impossible, in its picture of the old hells of young boys, the lonesomeness and tentative attempts to be mature and secure, the awful block between youth and being grown-up, the fright and sickness that humans and their behavior cause the challenging, the dramatization of the big bang. It is a sorry little worm's view of the off-beat of adult pressure, of contemporary strictures and conformity, of sentiment….
A strict report, worthy of sympathy.Pub Date: June 15, 1951
ISBN: 0316769177
Page Count: -
Publisher: Little, Brown
Review Posted Online: Nov. 2, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: June 15, 1951
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