...you get it from your children. That bumper-sticker wisdom proves true, sort of.

My first post:

Well, I did it.  Four years on the proverbial couch and I'm finally done.  There were several other times (usually fixed on some arbitrary date like the end of the year or my birthday) that I had set up times to terminate, but when it came right down to it, I couldn't.  But after four years, it seemed like it was time to graduate. 

Saturday, August 16, 2008

I love crazy family novels

To paraphrase Tolstoy, all functional families are the same, but every dysfunctional family is crazy in a different way.  I love reading in general, novels in particular, and crazy family novels best of all.

Misery loves company, so perhaps that is why I enjoy reading about families who have a good wallow in weirdness.  This genre may be from many eras and cultures, but I tend to enjoy stories taking place in the good old here and now. 

The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen is my favorite.  The Lambert family is certifiable, but not so out there as to be unrealistic.  I loved The Condition by Jennifer Haigh, which attracted me because the title referred to a medical condition that affected one of the family's children (and by extension the rest of the family).  Any novel by Meg Wolitzer is going to have some zany family fun. The parents in The Position are sex therapists who write a best-selling marriage manual in the free-and-easy '70s.  You can imagine how their kids turn out.

Not a novel, but an incredible memoir of some way wacked-out parents is The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls.  Jeannette was one of four children who pretty much had to raise themselves because the parents, though creative and intelligent, refused to buy in to bourgeois society by having jobs or doing much of anything responsible.  The truth is truly stranger than fiction.

And compared to these characters, I'm not doing so badly after all.

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