Andrea Reads America: New York

Andrea Reads America map of books set in New York
Andrea Reads America: New York

Y’all, New York has so. Many. Good. Books. I’m only sharing five here, but there are many, many more. New York City is vibrant, and overflows with artists, writers, musicians, and creatives. Before officially arriving in New York on my reading tour of the US, I had already read multiple books set there: The Great Gatsby, The Bell Jar, The Goldfinch, Invisible Man, Bright Young Things...

After visiting New York City with my mom last year, I was excited to officially read New York so I could re-read some of those, and also read new ones that moved onto my to-be-read list because of this reading project. Looking at my map, I realize now that everything I read took place in NYC, which was an oversight. But there’s just so much good stuff set there! And there’s still more to read, like A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Namesake, and James Baldwin’s Go Tell it on the Mountain. 

With so much to read from New York, I narrowed it down to five that show New York City at different points in time and from different points of view: the old and new white rich of the 1920s, the Black Harlem of the great Depression, the Italian Mafia of the same time period (the Mafia controlled the numbers gambling described in My Daddy was a Number Runner), the 1960s and 70s art and music scene (think Chelsea Hotel and Warhol’s Factory), and the modern-day New York of an orphaned adolescent who is taken in by a wealthy Park Avenue family and ends up in the art underworld.

The Great Gatsby book cover Novel: The Great Gatsby
Author: F. Scott Fitzgerald, lived in NY as a child and later, with Zelda
Setting: 1920s New York City

Despite having read this before, I was caught off guard this time by how good it is, and what a strong statement it makes about the chasm between the rich and the poor: the confidence with which each approaches the world, and how important the age and origin of wealth is.  Those who have always been wealthy approach the world with utter confidence, as if they own it (because they do), and they have no understanding for what it’s like to not be privileged.

They were careless people, Tom and Daisy — they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made…

Gatsby starts his life poor. He gets rich by the wrong means and for the singular reason of impressing Daisy, who was born wealthy and knows no other way of life. Ultimately, Gatsby is too much of a risk to Daisy, regardless of whether she loves him. For people like Tom and Daisy, the comforts of social station and wealth, and the privilege of carelessness that come with them, are worth more in the end than the depth of human relationships. And the Great Gatsby, despite his riches, winds up poor Gatsby in the end.

“They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.”

I love that this book is short because that means I can read it over and over again, once every few years, and get new meaning from it. It is wonderfully written. And of course I loved the scene in The Plaza since my mom and I went to the Palm Court there for cocktails and afternoon tea on our trip.

Daddy Was a Number Runner book coverNovel: Daddy Was a Number Runner
Author: Louise Meriwether, grew up in Harlem in the Depression
Setting: 1930s Harlem, NYC

Set during the Depression, Daddy Was a Number Runner is narrated by Francie, a 12-year-old girl growing up in Harlem with no food, and with nobody in the family having a job. When the Depression hit, her dad was let go from his painting job, one of the few types of jobs black men were allowed by the whites to have. The only income their family had was whatever he earned by playing the numbers.

Filled with norms of the time, like husbands forbidding their wives to work — even while their children starved — to preserve his fragile masculinity, Daddy Was a Number Runner demonstrates what the families do to survive. For example, young, innocent Francie learns that when she goes to the butcher and baker, if they feel her breasts she gets an extra meat bone or roll to take home to the family.

Two soup bones. I hoped Mother would be impressed. I passed the bakery shop and Max the Baker was outside sweeping the tile. I got extra rolls from him, too, whenever he got the chance to feel me.

The author succeeds in sharing the sad and frustrating story simply through that — story — without injecting emotion that would undermine the poignancy if Meriwether handled it any other way. As it is, it is plain and clear what is right and wrong because it is told matter-of-factly through the innocent perspective of a child who knows no other way of living.

There was nothing else to say. Either you was a whore like China Doll or you worked in a laundry or did day’s work or ran poker games or had a baby every year.

As women were limited in the jobs they were permitted by whites to work, so were black men. They were relegated to the lowliest jobs and had no hope to be employed at any level whites deemed them beneath. They were not lazy. They could not pull themselves up by their bootstraps: they were continually pushed back down. They were disallowed from working and were left to starve in their own country.

Daddy Was a Number Runner is important in American literature. While there are plenty of coming of age books about black boys or white girls set in NYC, this is the singular fictional account of a black girl growing up in Harlem during the Depression. Her perspective is unique.

The Godfather book cover Novel: The Godfather
Author: Mario Puzo, born and raised in Manhattan
Setting: 1940s New York

The Godfather was everything I wanted it to be: strong, memorable characters; the intrigue of the Mafia and its intricate social structure and underground business network; a feel for the Corleone New York;  and most importantly, a story that pulled me in and made everything else disappear. Puzo created a world I was happy to be a voyeur into and not have to be a part of.

It was mere good manners, to proclaim that you were in his debt and that he had the right to call upon you at any time to redeem your debt by some small service.

What I like about The Godfather is that the characters are both sympathetic and horrifying. Like in HBO’s The Wire, where the bad guys are good and the good guys are bad, even though Don Corleone has people murdered left and right, it’s hard not to like and admire him. He’s not a villain you love to hate. He’s smart. He loves his family. He’s a master negotiator.

“Never get angry,” the Don had instructed. “Never make a threat. Reason with people.” The word “reason” sounded so much better in Italian, ragione, to rejoin.

The Corleone and other Families deal in blood for business, and that is extreme. But it is clever hyperbole to illustrate how people making good money can lose their humanity for the good of the business.

I don’t like bloodshed. I’m a businessman and blood costs too much money.

Just Kids book cover Patti Smith Book: Just Kids
Author: Patti Smith, lived in NY
Setting: 1960s-1970s New York City

Wow! This was an unexpected gem, and is one of my favorite books of my reading tour so far. I didn’t know who Patti Smith was when I read this book — I knew the photos of her, but before reading Just Kids I didn’t know if she was a poet, artist, or rock ‘n’ roll star (all three).

This is the autobiographical story of Patti Smith and Robert Mapplethorpe, when they were “just kids”: homeless artists living on the streets of New York City, eventually finding hovels to live in, making money at odd jobs and making their art, but mostly finding contentment (for a while) in their love and bond with one another, soul mates in art and creativity.

Patti Smith has a true artist’s soul, and I loved reading about her time at the Chelsea Hotel, meeting people like Janice Joplin and Jimi Hendrix, not being impressed by Andy Warhol, and ultimately gaining fame by accident before her ambitious lover Mapplethorpe, who wanted more than anything to be famous.

I admit I am a sucker for this time period — and especially for the music and art scene of the 60s and 70s –and I loved Patti Smith after reading this book. She is strong and compassionate. She is authentic, a lover, an artist, and a raw, vibrant (and funny) soul.

Someone at Max’s asked me if I was androgynous. I asked what that meant. “You know, like Mick Jagger.” I figured that must be cool. I thought the word meant both beautiful and ugly at the same time.

The Goldfinch book coverNovel: The Goldfinch
Author: Donna Tartt
Setting:

I adapted the following writeup from the original on my Butterfly Mind blog.

By the final 200 pages you could barely pry this book from my hands.

Set in modern-day New York City, in an abandoned neighborhood development outside Vegas, and a little bit in Amsterdam, The Goldfinch is the story of Theo Dekker, son of an absent alcoholic dad and a stable, art-loving mom. At age 13, Theo is suspended from school, and as he and his mom kill time at an exhibit before meeting the principal, the museum is bombed in a terrorist attack. Theo survives, but his mother does not.

The saga that follows is impossible to resist – PTSD, a 13-year-old orphan living with a friend on Park Avenue, an alcoholic dad who whisks Theo off to Vegas, a friendship with a Russian boy named Boris, drugs and drugs and drugs, and always the painting, tugging, gripping Theo in its clutches as surely as alcoholism grips his father, as opiate pills grip Theo, as the chain grips the little yellow goldfinch to the wall.

The Goldfinch is dark alleys and golden sunlight, it is the constant grapple with who is good and who is bad, who is the right one to love, who is the wrong one; it is about how can I be any other than who I am. The Goldfinch made me want to be reckless. It made me grateful that I’m not. It gave me a new favorite character – Boris – though in real life I would never feel safe with him. The Goldfinch is about being shackled to things against our will – objects, memories, addictions, genetics – and finding beauty in the darkness.

In it, Tartt captures the addict perfectly – the distortion between the addict’s internal world and his external actions, his justifications, his own belief that he is good even while he is behaving badly, the lying, the covering up, the brilliant high, the tar black low, the emotional depths, the passion for who and what he loves, the aspiring to great ends via shady, ugly means.

The Goldfinch, as any great art will do, showed me a life I’ll never know while making me see my life differently. The thing about this book, aside from Tartt nailing the struggle of the addict, the wrestling with trying to be good while knowing you are acting badly, is that Tartt shows us we can never escape who we truly are, and what can we do about that?

Andrea Reads America: New Mexico

Andrea Reads America map of books set in New Mexico
Andrea Reads America: New Mexico

As I thought it would, reading New Mexico made me want to go to the desert. I wanted to experience the solitude, the llano, and the dry painted landscapes, be surrounded by Georgia O’Keeffe paintings, and start practicing Spanish again. One thing that surprised me was how much Catholicism appeared in the New Mexico books I read, including Death Comes For the Archbishop, a New Mexico-set book by Willa Cather not included here. Catholicism was as much a part of life as the sun and the air in three of the books. I wasn’t expecting that.

Bless Me Ultima book cover Novel: Bless Me, Ultima
Author: Rudolfo Anaya, born and raised in NM
Setting: 1940s New Mexico

I love when a book peppers the pages with words from another language. Bless Me, Ultima is the coming of age story of Antonio, a Hispanic boy, and the characters often speak Spanish, which instantly gives the novel a strong sense of place (and reminds me how much I love the Spanish language).

Antonio’s mother comes from the land and from farming. Her people are a static people. His father comes from the windy llano, tied to no-one and nowhere: wanderers. In Bless Me, Ultima, Antonio wonders which one he is — of the land or of the wind? He feels he must choose, and closely tied to this choice is the conflicting message he absorbs about religion. Especially because of his close relationship with Ultima, a healer of the old ways. Some call her a witch.

Antonio is a devout Catholic, deeply interested in learning from God — why do bad things happen to good people? why are bad people allowed by God to hurt good? Antonio thinks all will be revealed when he takes his first communion, and he takes that ceremony seriously. But he knows no more after communion than he did before. God consistently doesn’t come through for Antonio, while the magic of the curandera Ultima and Nature, symbolized by a golden carp, feel true to him.

Bless Me, Ultima is about navigating the old and the new, the past and the future, and realizing that having to choose between opposing sides doesn’t always make sense: why can’t they coexist?

Night at the Fiestas book coverBook: Night at the Fiestas
Author: Kirsten Valdez Quade, born New Mexico
Setting: Modern day New Mexico

Night at the Fiestas is a book of raw, uncomfortable, and excellent short stories. They are hard. Quade says in an interview, “Because of the long history of conquest and re-conquest, [New Mexico] still feels very much like a contested land, which makes it fertile terrain for fiction.” Her stories explore relationships within New Mexico families, most of which in the book are missing one or both parents, or involve a pregnant teenage girl, or rough leather-skinned men, and they are set against a harsh New Mexico landscape.

The don’t know about the ojo, the evil eye. There is no-one left in this town who can cure me, so for now I sit at the edge of the yard, my feet in the road, turning a piece of broken asphalt in my hands, in case a stranger passes. Are you a healer? I’ll ask her.

— “The Manzanos” by Kirsten Valdez Quade

My favorite story was “Canute Commands the Tides,” in which a white woman, Margaret, moves to New Mexico to retire and paint.

Margaret gazed out the window and collected in her mind the scenes she would paint: an abandoned blank-eyed adobe near the highway exit, a line of leaning mailboxes foregrounding a purple mesa, two dirty children playing in an old blue truck on blocks.

— “Canute Commands the Tides” by Kirsten Valdez Quade

Margaret befriends her Hispanic housekeeper. She think they are friends until something happens to show how truly different are the worlds they occupy. Like the hubris-filled Canute Margaret is trying to paint, who has his throne moved to the waterline of the sea to prove his claim that he could stop the tides (he couldn’t), Margaret, white, privileged, and completely naive, thinks she can overcome the class and ethnic differences, the vastly different worlds, of her and her housekeeper Carmen. But then it all goes horribly wrong and Margaret’s throne — her New Mexico home — is flooded by a tide that cannot be stopped.

Let the Whole Thundering World Come Home book cover Book: Let the Whole Thundering World Come Home
Author: Natalie Goldberg, taught in Taos, lives in Santa Fe, NM
Setting: 2015-16 Sante Fe, New Mexico

Let the Whole Thundering World Come Home is the account of Natalie Goldberg’s cancer: the diagnosis, the harrowing treatment, her partner also being diagnosed with cancer at the same time. In her books, most famously Writing Down the Bones (and my favorite, Long, Quiet Highway), Goldberg writes about Zen practice, about impermanence, about waking up, about being alive. But it is when she faces death that it becomes real, what it means to live. Let the Whole Thundering World Come Home is the book where her Zen teachings are no longer abstract.

Zen training harped on death. We won’t last forever. Wake up. Don’t waste your life.

Natalie Goldberg, Let the Whole Thundering World Come Home

 

Goldberg writes of her chemo treatments, the eight hours she’s hooked up to the poisonous drip, and the friends who sit and keep her company. At one treatment, a friend and she are ready to burst from their skins from the drudgery. They get out pens and paper and say, “Ten haiku. Go!” As with so much of life, Goldberg writes her way through it.  She faces destruction with creation.

I recalled the Buddha’s last words: All things that are born must die. In any case continue with vigor.

Natalie Goldberg, Let the Whole Thundering World Come Home

But this book isn’t just about writing. It’s about looking death in the face, knowing it is coming for you, and figuring out what to do about that. It is a powerful and inspiring book. I wrote more about how it impacted me as I read it in Live with vigor on my Butterfly Mind blog.

Andrea Reads America: New Jersey

Andrea Reads America books set in New Jersey
Andrea Reads America: New Jersey

I was excited to read New Jersey — Jersey has so much personality! I thought I would come across organized-crime novels set among the ports of New Jersey, and honestly I was hoping to find a title like that. I wanted to read something like The Sopranos, and even checked to see if the show was based on a book so I could read it (it wasn’t). Then I checked to see if The Godfather was set in NJ, but it’s set in NY. The same goes for Patti Smith’s Just Kids which is an amazing book, which I thought would be set somewhat in NJ, but mostly it’s set in NYC. I adored Smith’s book. It’s a favorite from this reading project, and I’m glad I accidentally read it on my NJ reading adventure.

After not finding any mob books, and after reading a NYC-set book for NJ, I did find Judy Blume’s Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret, which I never read as a pre-teen and I was delighted to read as an adult. I also found an unusual and unexpected novel about an Indian family’s experience after immigrating to America — a novel in which the author pushes “all the exotic things to the side as if they didn’t matter” as the protagonist learns to do by studying Hemingway. And of course I reread some of Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum novels, which never let me down when I want a fun and easy Jersey-girl read that is sure to make me giggle.

Are you there God? It's Me, Margaret Novel: Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret
Author: Judy Blume, grew up in Elizabeth, NJ
Setting: Farbrook, NJ

Ex-pats of New York City, young Margaret’s parents moved to New Jersey, to the suburbs, where they could get away from the city and have a yard and a garden and some dirt to dig in.

When I groaned, “Why New Jersey?” I was told, “Long Island is too social, Westchester is too expensive, and Connecticut is too inconvenient.”

Margaret is 11, entering 6th grade in a new town, and meets young Nancy and joins her secret society where they mainly discuss their impending periods, rank which boys they like, and malign the tall, first-to-develop girl in their class. Margaret, coming from New York City, is expected to be more worldly and grown up, but she feels left behind by the girls she falls in with. She talks every night to God. Her parents — one raised Jewish and one Christian — have left it up to her to choose which faith to access God through.

I remember friends loving this book when I was growing up, but I never read it, and I wish I had. It shepherded an entire generation of girls through the mysteries of adolescence, and it’s a funny, real, and uplifting book. The thing I loved most about it was Margaret’s private and personal relationship with God without the baggage of an organized religion distracting from  that connection.

Family Life book cover Novel: Family Life
Author: Akhil Sharma
Setting: New Jersey

Beginning in India and ending in New Jersey, Family Life surprised me in its depiction of an immigrant experience. Rather than focusing on the family’s integration into and treatment by American society, the story is a fascinating look at Indian social norms and customs, transplanted to a new country, especially when something horrible happens within a family who needs a network of support and familiarity.

Placing an Indian family in the setting of American suburbs in NJ had an interesting effect on me: it made it very clear how similar humans are across cultures, like presenting false appearances to make everyone think what you want them to think about you.

Family Life is told from the perspective of Ajay, an Indian boy whose family moves to America, and soon after, Ajay’s older brother has an accident that leaves him brain-damaged and bed-ridden. Throughout the novel, Ajay navigates his parents’ downward spiral, the Indian community’s reaction to their misfortune, being other in an American school — being one of the Indians with an accent and who brings funny foods to lunch — and trying to impress everyone all along the way.

The most exciting and unexpected part of the book is when Ajay discovers writing. He discovers not by practicing writing, or even by reading good writing, but by reading about Hemingway. Ajay realizes he might achieve fame and fortune and the ability to travel the world by being a writer rather than a doctor or an engineer, and so he reads everything he can about Hemingway before actually reading Hemingway’s work. And then he begins to write. The writing allows him to both process and express what’s happening in his family, and I found that fascinating.

Writing the story changed me. Now I began to feel as if I were walking through my life collecting things that could be used later: the sound of a ping-pong ball was like a woman walking in high heels, the shower running was like television static. Seeing things as material for writing protected me.

One for the Money book coverNovel: One For the Money
Author: Janet Evanovich
Setting: Trenton, NJ

I love these Stephanie Plum books. I think there are 28 now. I remember starting them, many years ago, when Shelfari still existed. They’re fun for their New Jersey setting and personalities, which are entertaining.

Connie handed me the check and plucked at a clump of mascara hanging at the end of her left eyelash. “I’m telling you, it’s fucking hard to be classy,” she said.

They’re also fun because though they’re similar to the cosy detective/mystery formula with a bumbling, nosy-neighbor crime-solver, they’re different: Stephanie Plum is a bounty hunter. In the first book of the series, One For the Money, Stephanie loses her job as a lingerie salesperson due to a company merger. She has no money, has to pawn her appliances to pay rent, and she needs money fast. Her NJ mom, who’s always in Stephanie’s business, shares that their bonds-bailsman cousin Vinny is looking for someone to do the filing. Stephanie arrives to apply for the job and ends up as a fill-in bounty hunter instead.

She’s funny, gutsy, and acts without thinking, and through a combination of smart deduction, happy accidents, her Jersey attitude, and some very scary attacks, she manages to accomplish what many around her cannot. Plus, I love that New Jersey is another character in the books.

Cicadas buzzed, Dumpsters reeked, and a dusty haze hung in a perpetuity over softball fields statewide. I figured it was all part of the great adventure of living in New Jersey.

These are light, fun reads that are great for tearing through in one or two days.