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Intrigued by the title and description of the book, I bought it. I then spent nearly 20 hours confused by the plot, which never really went anywhere. Meredith Ruth Neukirchen, known as MR, is the protagonist of this novel. Abandoned as a child, she slips on the name of her sister (for reasons we never entirely grasp) when she is saved, lives as a foster child under that name, gets adopted and is renamed for the dead child of otherwise seemingly decent Quaker parents, grows up and becomes the president of a well known university. Established in that position, we spend a year in that present space of time going back and forth into her life through dreams or memories. At times we have trouble distinguishing the past and the present. We take long trips into political jargon through her mind and the conversations of her colleagues. We learn about some secret lover that she maintains for 20 years; a story line never really resolved. We learn about her biological mother and piece by piece we watch MR go from the mud, at age 3, to the university presidency at age 40.
We figure out that MR is intelligent and at one time athletic. We also figure out that she is perceived as ugly, a notion she totally buys into. We want to believe she has a kind and generous spirit, but Oates doesn't ever quite push us over the edge onto firm ground where this is concerned. The conflict we get with her intelligence is that she never really uses it to assess herself and by the age of 40, and quite successful, we figure MR really needs to "get over it." Or at least get counseling. Instead she prefers to wander listlessly through her mind and fails to take any time to take care of herself or to even enjoy life outside of work. She's really only half a person. It was really hard for me to be sympathetic toward her. But I wanted to be.
The most enjoyable parts of the book were the memories where I felt we got a better sense of MR viewing and learning about the world, and to a lesser extent, learning to trust people. But she never really enters life in that fashion, even with the secret lover. When she ultimately has a breakdown, primarily due to exhaustion, she returns home and it is here that we dare to hope that MR grows up. But in the 7 hours it takes for her to drive from her childhood home where she has temporarily stayed with a father she adores, she makes two wrong decisions which land her almost exactly where she was when she had the breakdown three months earlier. We are left in the in the last two minutes of the book wondering if she has inherited madness from her biological mother or perhaps learned it from her adoptive mother - which is another vague story line. I mean let's face it. Who names a newly adopted child after a biological dead one and gives the new child the same birthdate as the dead one? That's just plain nuts. Is this the secret that all Neukirchens fail to avoid - blood relatives or not? This is suggested to us throughout the novel.
I continued to read the book in spite of my frustration because I wanted to find out if MR just slips off the knife edge into madness. I wanted her to become solid instead of vapor whether that meant fully present or fully crazy in her life. I couldn't stand the vacillation between the two. But there is never resolution. If you want to read a book about a woman going mad, The Yellow Wallpaper does a much better job and does it in 30 minutes.
Susan Ericksen, as usual, does a fabulous job reading the title and it's too bad her talent is wasted on a book like this.
If you like rambling novels that teeter back and forth in confused, long winded passages, this book is for you. Otherwise, skip it and move on.
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What would have made Mudwoman better?
A better story line. The author could have accomplished the end result in 1/4 of the time. There could have been more substance present. The attempt to include events of 9/11 seemed a bit contrived. The story had choppy transitions for no apparent reason. I felt as if the amount of time the "reader" invested should have yielded more depth of character, and more of a reason to have engaged in reading this book. The premise was interesting, but, the book did not seem to deliver. There were moments it seemed to come close, but the author seemed to veer from these.
What was most disappointing about Joyce Carol Oates’s story?
It offered tremendous potential to explore the hidden psyche of the main character but failed to deliver.
Any additional comments?
The narration was excellent. I will seek this performer/reader out in the future.
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