It’s been awhile since I have
come across a book that I would categorize as a “personal favorite”: a book
that has its bad qualities, a book that a lot of people will find fault with
and rightly so, but one that still intrigued me, fascinated me and hypnotized
me to the point where I have to praise, where I liked it so much that I have to
give it my highest rating. The last one I can think of is Niccolo Ammaniti’s
Let the Games Begin, the Italian authors strangest book (and, to be fair, his
worst), but now, I can add Molly Patterson’s massive debut novel Rebellion to
that list. To put it simply, this book is a beautiful mess, but an engaging and
thought-provoking one at its best, and in the hands of a writer like Patterson,
it is a skilled one at that. After finishing it a few hours ago, I am still
trying to piece its puzzle pieces together, trying to map out in my head what
connects these four stories and what they say about one another. I have a few ideas
that I will pontificate on later, but some, much like one of the characters,
are seemingly lost or have slipped away from existence entirely. It is at times
a frustrating book, one that requires a bit more attention than say a thriller
or a mystery, but I can say, at least for me, there are great, profound rewards
for the patient and adventurous reader. The book tells four stories about four
different women at three different periods of time. In a prologue that takes
place in 1999, we are introduced to Hazel, who, I would argue, exists at the
center of the book both thematically and geographically. She is 84 years old
and is being moved from her house into a nursing home by her two children
Debbie and Joe, two adults who could not be more different. From there, the
book travels back a century where sisters Addie and Louisa are both going on journeys
away from home, with Louisa marrying Bert and becoming a farm wife and Addie
traveling to China with her husband Owen to become Christian missionaries.
Along with Hazel’s story, there is Juanlan, a Chinese girl who moves from the
big city to her family’s small village to care for her father who just had a
stroke and watch over her sister-in-law who is about to have a baby. All four
women (really three, but you’ll find that out if you read it) seek out
happiness in their own way, and themes recur through each story, such as ailing
parents, lesbian love affairs and the consequences and limits of pursuing happiness
and your desires. In structure and scope, it reminded me of C. E. Morgan’s The
Sport of Kings and Philipp Meyer’s The Son, both books set over decades and
centuries about the brutality of rural life and what happens when you move
toward a single-minded goal. This book fights snuggly in between those two.
Everything is not wrapped up tight (such as Juanlan’s story, which bare little
connection to the other three), but the questions this book asks are exhausting
and rich, a good combination for what makes a great book.
Rating: 5/5
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