Since I last posted, I finished Outliers. Though some disagree with Gladwell, I thought what he had to say was very interesting and, at the least, gave me a new perspective on success, and somethings to think about. But moving on.
Since we have started our fiction unit, I figured now would be a good time to start reading a fiction novel, and I am glad I did. The non fiction material I have been reading is great, but I forgot how much fun reading fiction is. I have been reading fiction for AP English, but after Hard Times, The Things They Carried, Heart of Darkness, and The Sun Also Rises, I was ready for something a little lighter and much more palatable. So I chose a book off my bookshelf my mom got for me last Christmas that I hadn't read yet.
Now I am reading Where Do I Go? by Neta Jackson. In this story, the main character, Gabrielle “Gabby” Fairbanks has just moved to Chicago (woo!) with her husband Philip. Almost immediately, the tension between Gabby and Philip becomes clear. Philip is very stressed at work. They moved to Chicago for his work, and he is stressed with the challenge of pleasing his new business partner and getting their architectural firm off the ground. For him, everything is about appearance and making sure everything is perfect. On the other hand, Gabby is having a difficult time adjusting to this new life, feeling confined to their downtown high-rise. With their two sons away at boarding school and Philip completely absorbed by work, Gabby feels very much alone. She is at a point where she is searching for something to do. She feels as if she is losing herself, and she desperately wants to find some way to do something meaningful with her time. After Gabby meets a homeless woman, Lucy, her journey begins. She gets involved with Mana House, a homeless shelter, and is quickly hired onto the staff after learning they need a program director. Gabby couldn’t be more thrilled. She is making new friends, helping others, putting her skills to use, and even reconnecting to her long-lost faith. But Philip is just not happy, and I really wish he was. When Gabby initially tells him she is applying for a job at the homeless shelter, he is furious! He says that she should be making connections with people in the city, just not those kind of people, because that will not help his business. He also tells her that she can only work part-time because he needs Gabby to be available for business dinners or other outings with his partner, the Fenchels. Philip seems too controlling and ungrateful,and I don’t think I like him very much.
I really like the story, and can’t wait to see how this all unfolds, but there are a couple of things Jackson does that bother me. For one, she always talks about race when describing a person. Even after the reader knows a character’s ethnicity, it keeps coming up. Now that I think about it, I guess it is really Gabby describing them, and this would make more sense because it gives the reader information about her character. For example, when Gabby first meets Josh and Edesa she writes “A young couple with a baby in a stroller turned the corner by the Laundromat and walked briskly toward me. He was white, she was black Interesting. That would raise a few eyebrows back in Petersburg...Was Josh the baby’s father? He seemed so fair...The mother was definitely black, and the baby...hard to tell”(23). It is like Gabby has never seen a biracial couple before. Three or four references are made to the fact that the receptionist at Mana House is Asian, and the doorman at Gabby’s condo is specifically African American. I am just wondering why there are all the racial descriptions, and if they are necessary. If they were used one time, like when Gabby first meets these people, I would understand that. But it seems that Gabby uses race as the identifying feature for the people she doesn't know very well.
Also, something that really annoys me is how Jackson writes her comparisons. Again, I guess I can’t really attack the author because this is Gabby’s story, and her feelings, but nonetheless, I think the similes are absurd. Here are just a few examples:
“my face heated up like a hot flash”(115)
“He took me away from a job I enjoyed back in Petersburg, left our boys in the academy there, and hung me in a penthouse like a pair of panties on a clothesline”(88)
“Running barefoot in the sand a couple of days ago, sending the gulls fluttering like dancing girls with gauzy white scarves”(58)
“The choir looked like a ten-bean soup packet, all sorts of colors and shapes”(54)
“The, like a dog coming out of the water and shaking off every last drop, I mentally shook myself and got out of the bathroom”(49)
There are many more like these, and most of the time I don’t take them seriously, I just crack up because they sound too ridiculous!