The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides
May 29, 2014 § Leave a comment
I finally read this book. The silver lining associated with my:
- Complete inability to stay awake for a movie after 9 p.m., and
- Complete lack of time for watching movies anyway
is that – even though this book has been out AND a movie for 15 years – I still had no idea what it was about. I’m serious. The silver lining with THAT is that you guys get a completely unbiased and fresh perspective on this book.
The Virgin Suicides. We chose it for book group and, judging it by its cover, I was pretty worried it was going to be depressing. It wasn’t. It was delightful. Eugenides’ narrator choice was brilliant and allowed for a mood that was at once light and completely appropriate. Also, for being a guy, he found a perfect, charming and enlightening way to write a book that is really quite a lot about girls. He did this well because he was strategic and true to himself and I admire that about him.
My only beef is HOLY SMOKES MEANDER.If you’ve got plans to plow through this book, maybe re-frame your goal. Eugenides takes his sweet time. It’s almost like he’s sitting in his house fantasizing about how crazy he’s making all his Type A and progress-oriented readers. Except probably not since he wrote this book so long ago. He’s probably over it by now.