Life goes on…
A little cancer (not mine), kids growing up, career progressing, family happy, beloved friends dying, new people washing up on our shores and folding into our lives, vacations, adventures. Life goes on. Even, as it happens, if I don’t write about it. Or particularly care to.
And then, one day. I do.
I had a conversation via email once, with a friend, about whether or not female authors can successfully write male protagonists. Mostly, I think we agreed – although my memory sucks these days – they cannot. You might think that’s sexist or narrow minded of me. But that’s what I’ve found. Until and behold: Liz Moore and Heft.
Mercy. Such a good book. And not just one, but TWO, count ‘em, TWO male protagonists. Shazam. If you told me that I would rate a novel about a teenage boy raised by a slightly off-center single mother in poverty and an obese shut-in depressive with delusions of grandeur so highly, I would have said, “HA! Not likely.” But I would have been wrong. I’ve recommend it to my reader people, and they agree. Best book of last year. It irritates me on Liz Moore’s behalf, yet delights me because it makes me feel like I know something they don’t, that this book wasn’t on all the Big Time “Best Books” lists. Because it is. It would also make excellent summer reading for high school students. I know something about that.
And one more thing: Junior Baby Love. JBL. Just saying.
Next. I’m so late to this particular party that it’s embarrassing because I showed up in my pretty dress and made a space for myself in the center of the room and started twirling and showing off my sparkly earrings and was all, “Check me out, you guys! Jonathan Tropper’s This is Where I Leave You! It’s so funny and so perfect and so quick and so sad and so authentic and so…what? Oh. Never mind.” Because every person at the party had already read it.
But in case you haven’t, that’s all true. And also, my dress is really pretty and my earrings are very sparkly.