14: Commitment by Mona Simpson
If you read my reviews with any regularity, you know that they often include my own "story" behind the reading of the book. And you may know or not know that ultimately I'm never "here" to spoil anything. If I gained something from the book, I'm ultimately recommending that you read it, too, if you feel like it...and preferably that "we" then chat about it once you have, to discuss all the things. And if I feel like I can, alternately, save you from reading something that was "painful" to read, for its lack of editing, its confusing structure and/or content, etc., etc., then I am still absolutely leaving it up to you to read it yourself and still chat with me.
That...is always my ultimate goal: to increase the readership of books I have read so that I can then discuss those books with other readers of them. Like a book club but not limited to one book a month. (Watch for further details very soon of how I aim to build this idea...Emerson Acres-wide.)
All of that said, my reading of Mona Simpson's Commitment is a storied tale. Once upon a time and a very long time ago, I read Mona Simpson's Off Keck Road. My best guess is that it was very shortly after it was published...which was 2000, according to the internet. I believe that my godmother shared it with my mother, the book set in Green Bay, Wisconsin, where we are also "set," who then shared it with me. I think it was still with my classroom books when I moved them out in 2017.
Last spring I visited my cousin in San Diego. We were in Mission Beach and hunting a parking spot near the roller coaster, I believe, when we began discussing Steve Jobs...my cousin having worked decades in the computer/tech world...and she asked whether I knew of Steve Jobs's connection to Green Bay and Mona Simpson. I was stunned.
This prompted me to, last summer, read Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson, which outlines this very story of their story--that Steve Jobs and Mona Simpson are full siblings, biologically, their mother a Green Bay local, Steve adopted in California by the Jobses and Mona born after their parents married but raised primarily by her mother...and much of her young adulthood spent in California. Steve did not "find" her or know any of this of his own story until he was, if I recall correctly, in his 30s, and having hired an investigator to find his parents. Mona was then living awfully near him in California, herself, and she was already an established author.
I became absolutely fascinated by all of this...this connection to Green Bay, which is my hometown as well, and a story that certainly played out to very interesting conclusions for all involved.
When we were in Peninsula State Park in Door County one day last July, having hiked from our campsite to Eagle Tower to meet some friends visiting--from Germany, no less, and THIS our hour and place to meet them--my husband and I had some time so read all of the donor/memorial bricks and plaques, where supporters and sponsors of this magnificently new and improved--accessible to all and in beautiful ways--Eagle Tower are noted. We knew ahead of time how involved in the project and named multiple times his aunt was...is...so were not surprised by that. But we were also pleased to see other names of friends and acquaintances--some shared, some from our individual past lives--we'd not expected to see. And there, on one of the four walls of the little wood-sided building at the bottom of the ramp, likely noticed by some and known to even fewer, is the name: Mona Simpson.
I took a picture. My self-connecting of all of these things and ideas was just wild. I sent the photo to my cousin in San Diego. And I decided I needed to read some more Mona Simpson.
I put multiple books on hold at the library. They came to me at my turn, I renewed them, returned them when I had to, checked them out again. THIS...this is the "game" I play with myself to put on hold titles as I learn of them, all of them coming my way at the same time, me juggling them as fast as I can with the others in my tbr stacks, renewing them as able, reading first those that are due first and/or cannot be renewed--usually those in highest demand. So then I found myself with Commitment again and willing to commit...har...to reading it "this" time.
And as I did I was surprised to learn, early on, that this book of Mona Simpson's is new, having just come out in 2023, nearly exactly a year ago, it seems. And I was not surprised, in reading it, to believe that lots and lots of these fictional pieces and parts of the story are awfully similar to Simpson's life.
Commitment is a long story set in the 1970s-1980s and told from the perspectives, primarily, of three siblings, Walter, Lina, and Donnie, growing up in Los Angeles, and attending Palisades High School "illegally," their mother, Diane, determined toward their best education. When the story begins, in fact, they are delivering Walter to his freshman year at UC-Berkeley.
For most of the book, their father, an Afghan man, is not present at all. In fact, when references to him are made later in the book, his presence or not is even flimsier as a construct. All I note is that Simpson's (and Jobs's) father was a Syrian man. Even though he married Simpson's mother, that was short-lived, Simpson's last name coming from her mother's second husband, who adopted her.
And when Donnie spends lots and lots of time for a while in a computer lab, I saw Jobs and what Simpson would have learned about him from him, herself, or more as I did, from Malcolm Gladwell in Outliers, I think, and then again in the Walter Isaacson biography.
All of this is to say that I admittedly read Commitment differently from how I read many novels, I think. I read it to learn more about Mona Simpson, the author and person, than to read a particular title.
And this is all to say that this may have prompted me to be more accepting than some other readers of its rather unusual narrative style present in this book, very much stream-of-consciousness. Honestly, if I hadn't been in it and "committed" to it, I may have put it down before I finished, as there are truly paragraphs that trail off, one after the other, to completely different topics, leave them, move on or don't. It's very odd if looked at, specifically, just that.
And yet...this is also extremely close to the way my own mind, hourly, works.
Seriously, I can read one line of a book and find in it one word that takes me back to a childhood memory or connects me to something or someone else, and bang, I'm gone for minutes to some other place, sometimes still "pretending" to read while my mind tries to multi-task, typically closing that reminiscence valve and going back to reread everything I just missed. My life, my mind, is many-tentacled, fully ON more hours of the day than not, making sense of and connection to allllll of the things and people, past and present, connecting all kinds of dots and then sometimes erasing those connections for having learned more and realizing that I'd misconnected them in the first place...and on and on.
So while this stream-of-consciousness narration is upsetting to some readers--at least I think that's in part what they're criticizing--I felt, in ways, "at home" inside of it as well.
Diane Aziz, Walter, Lina, and Donnie's mother--back to her--is "committed" to a friendly institution after her dear friend Julie intervenes when Diane stops going to work, doing the things, etc. And Walter struggles with "commitment" to completing college and/or marrying, initially. Lina, too, struggles with "commitment" in a number of ways. And Donnie becomes committed to...know what? You likely get it; this title, "Commitment" works and on a number of levels and multiple denotations. But you need to read the book yourself to grow through its stories and meet its characters, spend the time with them all.
And then...let me know! I'd love to visit with you about any of this...truly!