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Mediocre Showing for a Great Talent
July 12, 2014
I am a fan of Ann Quindlen, and have been reading her columns and books for years. I actually read this book when it was first published and then reread it for a recent book club discussion. Unlike most of her other works, I just couldn't relate to what she prattled on about either time I read it, though we are of the same generation and lived similar lives. Part of the reason is that I find it hard to relate to someone who makes megabucks as a writer and whose husband makes megabucks as a high-powered attorney. My bet is that she has the resources to handle the day-to-day crises most of us do not. So, why is she complaining? How many of us have townhouses in New York City and acres of land in the country? Also, I find it almost to be bragging when she relates her physical prowess. Wish I could afford personal trainers, Pilates classes, etc. My bet is I could do a handstand as well with that kind of fire power urging me on.
All that said, she is still a good writer. Her works are compelling reads, even if you cannot relate to what she is writing about. But please, Ms. Quindlen, don't pretend to be one of us who are really in the trenches of life and have to muddle through without all the privileges your well-earned riches can afford.
Unlike her novels, I find this book to be a yawn and not worthy of her talents. Could it be she was looking for a way to recycle her previous columns or unwritten essays?