May 15, 2007

Charlotte Mendelson: When We Were Bad

Posted in Mendelson Charlotte at 2:06 pm by John Self

Charlotte Mendelson would not mind, I hope, being described as a Jewish novelist. Not because she is a novelist who happens to be Jewish, but because Jewishness is the subject matter in which her wonderful third novel When We Were Bad richly revels. Howard Jacobson last year published Kalooki Nights, which he described as “the most Jewish novel that has ever been written by anybody, anywhere,” and it’s a model that Mendelson might have had in mind.

Which is not to say that When We Were Bad is offputting or excluding to us goyisher readers. It is an embracing, romping, all-consuming balm of a book. And Jacobson is not a bad comparison overall, although what we have here is a dilute version: it has much of his wit and guile but maintains a much steadier pace, with more respect for good straightforward storytelling, than Jacobson’s otherwise terrific books like The Making of Henry and Who’s Sorry Now? (Marina Lewycka is another comparison some might see, but Mendelson is a far greater stylist than that suggests.)

And the story it tells is one of family: the Rubins, headed by Claudia – rabbi, voluptuous celebrity, “schtuppable pioneer” – and her husband Norman. Norman’s career has been so restricted of life in the shadow of Claudia’s that he is not sure what it is any more. But he rediscovers his passion, between sheets of one sort or another, and fears he is about to betray his wife. All of which is to say nothing of the children.

We have Leo (“he is a lawyer. No one expects them to be handsome”), whose wedding day opens the proceedings. Em, “plump-skinned and shining-haired as a French king’s mistress, not a modern girl at all.” Simeon, “thick-lashed as a baby, his dark dreadlocks tied in a topknot for the occasion like a bandit prince pretending to be tame.” And Frances, the roundest character in the book, whose sympathy and self-discovery hold it all together, even as she herself is falling apart. Her storyline – like most of the storylines in a book about secrets and transformations, it would be wrong to reveal it – grounds the book in a seriousness of purpose just when it risks flying off into breathless farce.

What shines through every line – and I do mean every line – of When We Were Bad is a vivid joy in language that cannot be faked. Rather than making you laugh intermittently, it makes you smile more or less constantly: at the cleverness of the writing or the aptness of the imagery even when it’s not being funny. In particular Mendelson has a way of turning the story (and characters) in ways that are surprising but plausible, and she does a good line in the betrayals of the body:

The fluttering feeling in Frances’s chest was giving way to felty deadness, as if she were filling with cement…

The butterflies in her stomach turn to alligators…

Her brain feels icy and exposed, as if Jay has sliced off the top of her skull and plunged her hand in…

Of all the body parts, however, it’s the heart that makes When We Were Bad so good. Opened in the right mood, it could be a source of almost guilt-inducing pure reading pleasure. Not Jewish guilt. The other one.

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9 Comments »

  1. I enjoyed your book review and will see if this book is in my library.

  2. Victoria said,

    I will most definitely be seeking this out. :-) I met Mendelson at the Lesbian Book Festival in York a few years ago and have been meaning to pick up one of her books ever since.

  3. John Self said,

    Thanks for dropping by, Victoria. Her second novel Daughters of Jerusalem is supposed to be excellent too. As a piece of minutiae, Mendelson is in a relationship (and in fact has children with) the novelist Joanna Briscoe, which must be the first same-sex writing couple where I’ve heard of both of them…

  4. Such a good read, I loved this one.

  5. Nick said,

    Seeing dovegreyreader reminds me John (to detour a little), what do you think about the On Chesil Beach factual inaccuracy controversy? I think Ann Darnton’s going a bit OTT when she says the Beatles/Stones reference undermines the whole premise of the book.

    I think it’s a brilliant book – superb writing, an absolutely fundamental issue (how one mishandled situation can forever damage our lives), and an achingly sad story to boot. I don’t really think one careless reference on page 127 seriously detracts from all that.

    And it’s always possible, as Ann hints, that it’s a tongue-in-cheek deliberate mistake just to see if anyone actually reads the book attentively enough to notice.

  6. John Self said,

    I agree entirely, Nick, even though I am of a mildly fact-obsessed nature myself. What’s more interesting is that it looks to me as though I missed entirely one of the main strands of On Chesil Beach. (Possible spoilers follow but this isn’t the Chesil Beach thread so I’ll carry on.) In discussions on Palimpsest (link to the right), one member provided a detailed analysis of all the references to Florence’s probable sexual abuse by her father. Completely escaped me (and, I was relieved to see in the discussion, other readers too) and of course it deals pretty effectively with the carping by me and others that Florence’s reaction to Edward’s ejaculation seemed a little OTT, even for before the sexual revolution.

  7. Nick said,

    Having read Kimberley’s piece, yes I buy her sexual abuse argument. I also missed most of the pointers, only picking up on the undressing incident on the boat and the undressing-nausea-shame equation. Abuse would certainly make more sense of Florence’s overpowering disgust.

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