Saturday, February 5, 2011

Book Review: We Were the Mulvaneys By Joyce Carol Oates

Booksale is god-sent. I bought this book  for only 50 pesos and all I can say is, damn this book is priceless!

This book is unputdownable. Like a Sidney Sheldon's but way much romantic and transcendent without the Danielle Steel kind of elongated narrative. Did I just compared one of the greatest 21st century writers to...oh well! 



So this is what happened.  The Mulvaney is a perfect family - home is such a sweet, ideal place, the parents are loving to each other, the children are achievers at school and in their personal lives. They were happy and they own a farm - an idyllic place to spend one's childhood. Everyone's happy with everyone and the bond is so intense and peaceful, the reader would want to draw out these parents and hug them for being so perfect - obsolete. 


Then, the wheel starts turning. The once peaceful happy family shifts into the lower part of the wheel and paradise is lost. On Valentine's day, the only daughter, Marriane, was raped. From there, everything was a downward spiral. Marriane was exiled, and the patriarch tries to grapple with the heinous crime and seek justice, only to find that he is unable to protect the ones he loves. he discovers how a reputation can be besmirched so easily and how people's good opinions could be so lenient and facile.The sons also tried to seek revenge and ends up like their father. 


Joyce Carol Oates talent is an oasis of richness and delight. A contemporary writer like her is up for the challenge of appearing credible when your work is continuously misjudged by different critical interpretations. I simply think she is a genius, having read three of her other books. She blends reality and vision with wonderful execution in a very much subtle and fast-paced manner that a reader comprehends her work so easily yet on the way, locates the maladies tormenting the times. 

I think my thesis would be about Oates. Or not. But I'm narrowing my list and the list still includes her. Her style is "formidable." She's one of the writers I would want to be like.  Her exhaustion, depression and all the suffering she's gone through must have evoked her mystical imagination and propelled her into writing these kinds of treasures. Way to go, Oates.

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