helen oyeyemi

June 18, 2020

Book 238: Boy, Snow, Bird

“I looked into his eyes. He couldn’t return the gaze steadily, kept focusing on my left eye, then on my right. I could guess what he was thinking: that there were two of me, that was the explanation, that was why I was acting like this. I had applied this rationale to the rat-catcher the first time he punched me. First you try to find a reason, try to understand what you’ve done wrong so you can be sure not to do it anymore. After that you look for signs of a Jekyll and Hyde situation, the good and the bad in a person sifted into separate compartments by some weird accident. Then, gradually, you realize that there isn’t a reason, and it isn’t two people you’re dealing with, just one. The same one every time.”

Dates read: June 1-5, 2018

Rating: 7/10

I’ve always thought that being a step-parent would be a complicated situation to deal with. There are the complicated feelings people have about their exes getting into new relationships, and then on top of that there are the feelings of territoriality about one’s children. If one tries to form a close bond with the kids, there are accusations of trying to “replace” the parent. But if one doesn’t take an active interest in the kids, then you get the mean/bad step-parent label. It’s a very fine line to walk, and it takes work and love by everyone involved to balance it out.

The wicked stepmother is one of the most fundamental tropes of the fairy tale genre, probably most famously exemplified in the stories of Cinderella and Snow White. It is the latter that is subtly retold in Helen Oyeyemi’s Boy, Snow, Bird. Boy Novak grows up in New York City with a mercurial, abusive father that she calls only “the rat-catcher”, and as soon as she can figure out how, runs away as far as the bus line will take her…which turns out to be small-town Massachusetts. Having left behind her childhood sweetheart, she finds herself drawn to Arturo Whitman, a metal smith and widower with a lovely little daughter named Snow. They marry, and things look promising for a while: Boy finds her stepdaughter charming and delightful and soon falls pregnant herself. But when she gives birth, it changes everything. Her own daughter, Bird, is unmistakably of mixed race, revealing that the Whitman family are actually light-skinned African-Americans passing as white.

Arturo’s mysterious sister appears, having been sent away as a child when she turned out dark and threatened the family’s secret, and offers to take Bird. But Boy doesn’t want to part from her own child. Instead, she finds herself increasingly haunted by the adoration lavished on fair-complected Snow by everyone, including the Whitman family, compared to the treatment Bird receives…so Snow is sent away instead. As Bird grows up, she and her sister begin a correspondence, and a piece of Boy’s past, long since left behind, draws nearer with revelations which could threaten the life she’s built for herself.

I’d previously read Oyeyemi’s short story collection What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours and very much enjoyed the way she played with themes, the multiple levels she was operating on at the same time, her richly evocative language. I found many of the same qualities in this novel, and thought Oyeyemi’s take on the pervasive issue of race in America was interesting, as she’s a black woman but not American. I appreciated the way she subverted expectations by building to what you think is going to be the moment where Boy turns against her stepdaughter by having her inflict the emotional cruelty of exile rather than the usual depiction of verbal and physical abuse. Oyeyemi is a skilled storyteller, and ably walks the line between a story that’s interesting and pleasurable to read without sacrificing richer layers of meaning that push you to think. But that ending was…woah.

I’ll usually drop some minor spoilers in my reviews if it’s critical to my reaction to the book, but even though the ending of this one had a huge impact on my response to it as a whole, I don’t feel like it’s appropriate to reveal it. But I also can’t avoid talking about it, because it honestly made me think less of the book as a whole because of the way it played out. Oyeyemi places a huge, game-changing detail about a character in the last 5-10 pages of the book, barely giving the others time to react to it. The elicited reaction by the other characters doesn’t feel quite earned, but the way that this reveal is made, and the details surrounding it are what really bothered me. In particular, I thought it played into some problematic stereotypes about a marginalized community (though I doubt that was the intention). Either way it was a major plot development and placing it where she did in the book was not effective. I thought I’d be able to recommend this book enthusiastically, but while I do still think it’s a good book and worth reading, I’m not quite as sure about it as I might have been.

One year ago, I was reading: The Coming Plague (review to come)

Two years ago, I was reading: Sloppy Firsts

Three years ago, I was reading: Spoiled

Four years ago, I was reading: Zodiac

November 9, 2017

Book 102: What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours

“A key ring gets left in your care and you reject all responsibility for it yet can’t bring yourself to throw it away. Nor can you give the thing away- to whom can someone of good conscience give such an object as a key? Always up to something, stitching paths and gateways together even as it sits quite still; its powers of interference can only be guessed at.”

Dates read: November 6-10, 2016

Rating: 6/10

I don’t know about you, but I am inclined to get stuck in ruts. I have very firm opinions of what I like and what I don’t like, and I tend to stick to those preferences very closely. Sometimes to the point of shutting out trying new things just because I’d rather stick to what I know. I’m bubbly and lively, so I think people assume I’m spontaneous and don’t really realize the extent to which I am actually a die-hard clinger to my established habits.

This extends to my reading…I’m very reluctant to step outside my usual comfort zones of historical and literary fiction or nonfiction. Which is why the first book I read for my book club was a stretch for me: Helen Oyeyemi’s What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours is a collection of short stories. At the time I read it, I didn’t have a single other collection of short stories on my shelf, as it’s not a format I generally enjoy. But we all benefit from a step outside the old comfort zone every once in a while, eh?

Honestly, I found the book more interesting than enjoyable. This is my first taste of Oyeyemi (although her well-regarded Boy, Snow, Bird is on my shelf, I haven’t read it yet) and she’s a powerful, talented writer. Most of the stories (but not all) are loosely interconnected…characters introduced in one have a way of showing up in others, but it’s like a kaleidoscope in a way: the same pieces getting combined in different ways to create a whole new view. The boundaries of the world she creates in each story are all slightly different, so it doesn’t feel cohesive despite the repeating characters and even the repeating motifs.

Possession and belonging, doors and keys, transition and fluidity are all over the stories in What Is Not Yours. Some of the stories really manage to develop these themes in interesting ways that feel complete, but for my money, this was maddeningly inconsistent. There was only one story I didn’t like at all, but several of them felt unfinished and slightly underdone to me. Which is why I don’t usually read short stories…when they’re very good, they’re amazing, but when they are anything less than great I find them mostly frustrating. I like immersing myself in the characters and setting of a book, so I find the constant change in setting and characters that short stories bring to be jarring. Most of the stories in this collection were good but not quite there for me…I wanted more from them, and from this book as a whole.

Tell me, blog friends: do you enjoy short stories?

One year ago, I was reading: this book!

Two years ago, I was reading: Kramer v Kramer

December 6, 2016

Top Ten Tuesday: New-To-Me Authors I Read For The First Time In 2016

Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly linkup of book bloggers hosted by The Broke and The Bookish! This week’s topic: authors I read for the first time in 2016. I try to read a wide variety of books and so I’ve read a lot of different authors over the years. But each year brings new ones, and so here are ten authors that I’d never read before.

Malcolm Gladwell: On recommendation from my husband, I started listening to his podcast, Revisionist History earlier this year and really enjoyed it. And then I read David and Goliath, and it offered the same kind of interesting perspectives on conventional wisdom. I’ll definitely be looking to read more of his stuff in the future!

Dave Eggers: I know a lot of people love him, but I’d never read him before. I’d been intrigued by The Circle when I read a description of it, so I picked up a secondhand copy and got to it. And while I found the ideas behind it interesting, I actually thought the writing was pretty bad. I’ve got a copy of another of his works already, so I’ll read it, but unless I like it a lot more I’m not going to keep reading him.

Ann Patchett: I’d heard praise for several of her books, but Bel Canto is what I found in a local secondhand shop, so that’s what I read. And it was really good: she creates well-rounded characters who relate to each others in interesting ways. But this book fell flat for me at the very very end. I enjoyed the reading of 99% of it so much that I’ll definitely be looking to read more of them in the future.

Pat Conroy: Conroy writes a lot of books with a military theme, which doesn’t tend to be my wheelhouse. But Lords of Discipline was a Kindle sale book that I bought on a whim, and I was happy that I did. Conroy’s writing is powerful, and I found myself deeply invested in the story about a cadet at a military college simply through how well he told the story. I’ll definitely be reading more of him!

Helen Oyeyemi: I’d heard wonderful things about Boy, Snow, Bird, and that one is on my shelf to read, but my book club’s first read was her collection of short stories What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours. I found it to be a more intellectually stimulating than necessarily enjoyable experience, but I did come away wanting to read her novel-length work!

Alison Weir: I’m finding myself drawn more and more to non-fiction as I get older, and there’s no subject I enjoy more than royalty. The Six Wives of Henry VIII has an intimidating length, but Weir writes their stories with such clean, readable prose that it all but flew along. She’s definitely among my favorite historians!

Don DeLillo: He’s an incredibly renowned author that I’d just never come across before. But then I got an ARC of Zero K and while he’s got magnificent command of language and the ability to create a strong sense of mood, I just didn’t get it. I’m still interested in reading White Noise, because I’ve heard it’s his best, but it’s always good to remember that just because “everyone” likes an author doesn’t mean you have to.

Erik Larson: Devil In The White City has a great reputation, and I read that one too, but I actually started with Dead Wake, in which he tells the story of the sinking of the Lusitania. Of the two, I actually prefer Dead Wake, but both are well-researched narrative non-fiction stories well worth the read!

Lionel Shriver: I remember seeing the trailer for the movie version of We Need To Talk About Kevin and being interested in maybe seeing it someday (I haven’t yet). And then I came across a secondhand copy of it and figured I might as well read it. It’s incredible, and I’ve got a couple other of her books on my TBR now that I know what a great writer Shriver is.

Jhumpa Lahiri: I’ve actually had a copy of The Namesake on my shelves for YEARS…it’s a little torn up in one of the corners because one of my mom’s dogs tried to eat it at one point. But it wasn’t until this year that I actually sat down and read it and I just loved it. I’m far from the only one raving about Lahiri, but she’s worth it, y’all!

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