3.5 stars
“Be a helpmeet to your husband. Be the jewel in his crown.”
Women were pretty fixtures during the setting of this book, the 1960s. I couldn’t help but think of Paul Scott’s first novel in the Raj Quartet (The Jewel in the Crown) while reading that quote. Come to think of it, the jewel in the crown metaphor works just as well here with the American wives of those men stationed in Vietnam. I suppose I could go so far as to say it was that feeling of paternalism that made these men believe they were doing the right thing by interfering with that conflict in the first place. Oh, and that word “helpmeet” was used three times in a matter of two pages within the first six pages of this, my first novel by Alice McDermott. McDermott clearly made her point about these women. I, on the other hand, had to smirk and wonder what exactly I was getting myself into! But she writes a pretty compelling story that rang true to the time and place after all.
“I recall our hubris on that first morning in Saigon, our confidence, our Western centrism enhanced, inflated beyond all forgiveness, by our far more conceited, bone-deep New-Yorker-from-Yonkers self-regard.”
The majority of this novel reflects the musings of a woman, Tricia, looking back on the time when she followed her husband to Vietnam when the two were newly married. There she meets a charismatic and confident woman, Charlene. Charlene is not the kind of woman to sit on the sidelines and meekly follow instructions, however. She gets involved with charitable events and dreams up her own schemes to cheer up the children at the hospital as well as those exiled to the leprosy community. Charlene is one of those women we all know. She’s attractive to men but a “mean girl” when it comes to other women. If the “mean girl” likes you, however, all is well in your world, right?! Well, this sort of woman often has a way of manipulating those within her circle. In this case, Tricia becomes her “project”. The thing is, some good is actually done here. But what motivates a person? Can she go too far? Are her efforts truly selfless? In an earlier thread in Tricia’s life, a friend’s aunt makes a statement that I found worked quite well when I considered it in light of Charlene’s efforts towards altruism:
“… self-sacrifice is never really selfless. It’s often quite selfish.”
I enjoyed this overall. It went down easily enough – not fluffy but not as heavy as I would expect a topic like this to be. Not that I wasn’t moved by some of these scenes, because I was – particularly when Tricia holds a child in pain in the hospital. The child who was one minute a separate entity that needed to be soothed, and the next, while in her arms, a solid and breathing being, exuding humanity in her suffering and bringing forth the empathetic part of Tricia’s nature.
One little inconsistency that niggled me a bit – can’t help but point it out. Early on in the book Tricia notes: “In those days, the war, Vietnam itself, was nothing at all like what it would become… Saigon was still a lovely, an exotic, adventure (we’d also seen The King and I – in fact, I saw it four times) – and the cocoon in which American dependents dwelled was still polished to a high shine by our sense of ourselves and our great, good nation.” Umm, Saigon and Bangkok are not the same, the last I knew. Perhaps she was displaying her naiveté, but still it rankled!
The above combined with a weird, hard to digest coincidence at the end kept me from loving this, but I admired it enough to seek out Alice McDermott again in the future. This had a lot of food for thought surrounding the morals of meddling in the affairs of others – both on a small and grand scale. How does one reconcile with this later in life?
“As you say, no such thing as a life without regret. Maybe because we fortunates have far too many options.”