Another un-put-down-able winner by Tropper. This book hijacked me: it grabbed me and held on to me and made me lose sleep (how can I turn off the light NOW? I MUST read on!).
Tropper writes about a family who spends seven long days together “sitting shiva”—a Jewish ceremony for mourning a death in the family. When I read the blurb, I was afraid. Would it be full of Yiddish words I don’t know and don’t want to know? Would it reek of religious speeches and boring ceremonies? I found out immediately that I had nothing to fear, plenty to gain. I should have known to trust Tropper. Like “One Last Thing Before I Go,” there is lots of dysfunction, neurosis, drama, confusion, and hilarity. And even though I was thoroughly tickled by Tropper’s witty language and endless understated humor, I was also moved by the characters’ suffering and growth and intensity.
A short digression: I hate it when writers (such as the writers of TV’s “Grey’s Anatomy” or the great Woody Allen) create characters that speak in the same tone, have the same cadence to their speech. All their lines seem interchangeable. I become too conscious that the writer is either sloppy or limited, and I’m too aware of the writer’s presence, which takes me out of the fictional story I’m trying to escape into.
On the other hand, I love it when a writer can create a myriad of complex characters, each with a distinct voice. Tropper is one of the good ones and he makes it look easy. His dialogue is rich and honest, his characters are believable and relatable. They pull me in instantly and completely. I am putty in their hands.
My favorite scene is when the main character, Judd, discovers his wife in bed with his boss. The book is written in first-person narrative (Judd tells the story), so that makes it all the more real and intense. The scene is super hilarious, long and juicy, and shows off Tropper’s genius for comedy. I plan on rereading it many times. Who can resist devouring more when you read that Judd’s marriage ended "the way these things do: with paramedics and cheesecake." Tropper has lots of witty teases like this, keeping me up way past bedtime.
This novel isn’t quite as tight as “One Last Thing Before I Go.” I highlighted a little less, and the language isn’t non-stop rich, though it’s pretty darn good. It just lets up a few times, maybe just to remind us that the author is human, that he can’t be “on” every second.
What I didn’t like: the short but annoying bits of dreams (though luckily they’re few and far between); the inconclusive ending (not as bad as the one in “One Last Thing Before I Go”); and the short scene that takes place in a synagogue (too serious and unnecessary). And what’s with these 6-word sentences for book titles? Way too long and hard to remember! But these are all miniscule complaints; I remain an ardent Tropper fan.
This is such a keeper. Recommend.