There is something so pleasant and inviting about everything Knisley does! The color, the cute way she depicts herself and her family and her earnest and positive approach to life, whether she is talking about a love affair she has on a book tour or her family. I read every word of this and can say I sorta liked it, just because it is so darned pleasant! If you pick up this book you are hoping it will be a tour through the wine country of France again, yay!
But here it is: Displacement is a book about a cruise she agreed take with her 90 year old grandparents, which was really goodhearted of her to do but made her mainly miserable as she could barely keep up, as they had/have physical and mental challenges that she could barely cope with. Nothing really happens in the book, we get to know no one else as she has to spend all her time with her rapidly declining "grands." And the reflections on aging and mortality or being grumpy about her unhelpful family are not that original or deep. . .
Knisley brings along her Grandpa's world war II diy memoir of his service in WWII and in this one way you get to see his past and get to know just that much a vibrant, committed man who once was strong and clearheaded. We don't get a history of grandma, and not much about either of them that would help us really connect to them and care for them, unfortunately. Because we don't really get to know them except as lost and declining and spaced out nonagenarians, and in the process she sort of turns us into the people she resents on the ship who don't really care about them and sometimes sneer at the accidents and the challenges they pose to others who just really came on the cruise to escape, damn it! NO ONE in this story is someone you want to get to know, the cruise makes us hate people as selfish and boorish, including her family. We become these uncaring people, too, as readers (or maybe its just me, sorry). And a little bit I resent being turned into that (although, sure, Lucy, I am in charge of my own feelings. . .).
So… the final effect of this beautiful artifact isn't all that sweet about her and her "grands," but leads us to think more like her Dad says: 'shoot me if I ever get like that, dude!' No really useful reflections on aging and mortality, except that it sucks to get old.
The cover, where she holds her grandma in a pool, is one of the few nice and warm images of a caring grandkid, and I like her using her grandpa's memoir, and her artwork is warm and accomplished and colorful, but on the whole we feel her relief when she gets back and doesn't have to do this anymore! That makes it sad for me, as a late-middle aged guy. I want more insight and less regret! Help me out here! :)