Elizabeth Strout has just published a splendid sequel to
her Pulitzer Prize winning OLIVE KITTERIDGE, titled, appropriately, OLIVE, AGAIN. Neither book is a novel in the
strict sense, rather both are collections of small town stories, thirteen to be
exact, mostly set in the fictional(?) village of Crosby, Maine, overlooking the
Atlantic. The principal character, Olive
Kitteridge, flits in and out of these stories, sometimes centrally, but often
peripherally, as a minor character would.
Flowing around her is a mass of multi-cultural humanity: fathers,
mothers, sons, daughters, widows, widowers, old people, young people, babies,
crazies, “dopey-dopes.” Olive dominates
them all by sheer force of personality and bluntness. She says what she thinks, she does what she
wishes, and it’s pretty much “to hell” with the consequences. As such a character, she is not always easy
to identify with, but the person she becomes by the end of the sequel is quite
human and even sympathetic.
I started reading the first book only last weekend and
read straight through till Monday on my Kindle, then switched to hard copy,
efficiently supplied by our great Library, in the middle of this past
week. Today, Saturday, I finished the
sequel, having read some 500-600 pages in all, in story segments of some 15-25
pages. It’s kind of nice to finish a
chapter, especially when you are old and losing your power of recall, and not
have to worry about the characters and their problems anymore, though there are
exceptions, of course, mostly those members of Olive’s family, who put up with
her and love her, despite everything.
But don’t get the notion that Olive is just an old sourpuss—far from
it. She is at times very funny, and her
caustic humor spills out on herself as well.
You probably won’t like it all—I didn’t, because at times
I found it too frank and tasteless and choppy, but the books, and observations,
are terribly, at times brutally, honest, and reflective of the current uncivilized times we live
in. Strout is a very straightforward
writer, at times seemingly simplistic, but highly insightful in her
observations of human nature, and very readable in the best sense of the
word. If I were to sum up for you the
multiple themes of these two books, it would be in one masterful sentence by
Henry David Thoreau: “The mass of men [and women] lead lives of quiet
desperation.” Strout indubitably has her
finger on the pulse of modern humanity!