
Greetings, I wasn’t able to go to one of the Marches for Our Lives on Saturday, but I want to salute all the students (and parents) who participated and are leading the way on demanding action against gun violence. I was impressed, inspired, and moved by the students’ stories and I’m a big supporter of the cause: Go! I’m hopeful that this next generation will spur changes to enact sensible gun control (against bump stocks, AR-15s, and high capacity gun magazines — no, not trying to take away all the tooting guns) where nothing else has worked in the past. Is it any wonder that countries around the globe with less guns, less histories with guns, and just basic gun control have nowhere near the gun violence as the U.S. I would’ve gone to a March if I could have, but I’m out in the sticks of SoCal at the moment visiting my dear parents.

It’s been nice to be here, where spring is underway and there’s a bit of green foliage to behold despite the usually very dry, desert environs. A bit of rain has helped out this past week and month and things are in bloom. I can smell blossoms from the orange trees as I pass by and the trees are full with fruit: all kinds of citrus, and avocados too. It’s a nice novelty as back home everything is still under a layer of snow. Fresh OJ is quite a treat to me here and even the warmth of the sun.
This past week I finished off two more novels in the family/domestic drama genre. I don’t have a set plan to read these types of stories but somehow they seem to lure or find me. The first one I read falls into the mental illness fiction category (think perhaps “Girl, Interrupted” or Adam Haslett’s recent “Imagine Me Gone”) and the second one (I listened to as an audiobook) fell into the marital infidelity genre, which includes … oh just about a ton of novels. Both though had a freshness about them that seemed worth pursuing, and both were by debut novelists. So without further ado, here they are:

Mira T. Lee’s novel “Everything Here Is Beautiful” received quite the hype when it came out in January, with such authors as Celeste Ng, Ruth Ozeki, Rufi Thorpe, and Imbolo Mbue praising it highly. The cover too is quite alluring and I was curious to snag it from the library as I had a close friend who struggled with mental health issues.
It’s a story about two Chinese American sisters, whose mother dies when they are young adults and they are left to face their future. The older one, Miranda, is responsible and the protector of the younger one, Lucia, who is very bright, lively, and popular, but also headstrong and impetuous. She marries an Israeli East Village shop owner and writes for a newspaper. All is well for a while until she wants a baby, which her husband doesn’t, and the mental illness she thought was cured returns.
So launches this semi-sprawling novel, mainly about Lucia, her chronic mental illness that comes in episodes, and those around her who love her and try to help. Lucia later, after her marriage ends, hooks up with Manny, an undocumented Ecuadoran immigrant in Westchester County, New York, has a baby, and moves to Ecuador, close to his family. While her sister, Miranda, moves to Switzerland with her doctor boyfriend. Ecuador proves a warm and stabilizing place for Lucia, Manny and their baby but all is not smooth sailing, and her sister is called on over the years to try to help with Lucia’s lapses. The realistic ending, which I can’t say more about, brings the situation — the problems that so many people face — all down home.
It’s a read that started off slowly for me as I was getting a handle on the characters and the narrative that alternates among the sisters and partners, but then it picked up towards the end. I liked how the story highlighted the heartache, exhausting efforts, and trouble mental illness can cause not only to the person suffering from it, but also to the people who love them.
I also liked the book’s various viewpoints and location changes, but I guess I was expecting a bit more of an interaction between the sisters and their bond (perhaps due to how the book’s marketed); mostly they are separated in the story and there wasn’t enough I felt about or from Miranda. Still the novel affected me. It’s quite an involved read, not necessarily dense but there’s a lot squeezed into it, which takes considerable focus. Still it’s well written and the author is obviously talented. I wasn’t sure if it was a biographical tale taken from the author’s own life, but she seemed to put a lot into it.

Next up, I finished the audiobook of Julia Pierpont’s 2015 novel “Among the Ten Thousand Things,” about a family in NYC whose two kids (ages 11 and 15) inadvertently discover a box of hundreds of lascivious emails their father had written to his former mistress, which she had mailed to their house to get back at him. Yikes. This is the beginning of the unraveling of their family, ending their lives as they once knew it.
It’s essentially a story about their daily lives thereafter, the turns they take, and how the husband’s affair affects everyone in the family — including himself, who’s a well-known conceptual artist, the wife who gave up her career as a ballet dancer to be a mom, and their two kids who are coming of age and face their own struggles.
Surprisingly, midway through — in Part 2 of a 4 part story — the author tells what happens to their lives, the conclusion, and then backs up and returns in Part 3 and 4 to tell their present existence. It’s quite a tactic that threw me for a bit of a loop. I had to revisit it a couple times. Suspense apparently isn’t the point of the story, it’s more the characters lives and how they go on incrementally.
I would like to say it worked, but I think the story lost some steam for me. In places I think it lagged or meandered and I didn’t really like any of the characters much or the place each of them are at: such as the father who thinks the bygone affair is overblown and he should be forgiven, or the mother who seems sort of inert, or the son with his video games and teenage behavior. Maybe the young, shy daughter Kay who writes amusing Seinfeld fan fiction is the best of the lot.
Despite not loving the novel, I thought the author showed talent in her writing of their domestic situation, including some perceptive details and observations along the way. I wouldn’t be opposed to checking out her next novel.
What about you — have you read either of these books, and if so, what did you think — and what is happening in your neck of the woods?














































