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Forty years later, The Changeling is no less haunting and no less visionary than the day it was published, but it has only become clearer that Joy Williams is a virtuosic stylist and a singular thinker--a genius in every sense of the word. When we first meet Pearl--young in years but advanced in her drinking--she's on the lam, sitting at a hotel bar in Florida, throwing back gin and tonics with her infant son cradled in the crook of her arm. But her escape is brief, and the relief she feels at having fled her abusive husband, and the Northeastern island his family calls home, doesn't last for long. Soon she's being shepherded back. The island, for Pearl, is a place of madness and pain, and her round-the-clock drinking spurs on the former even if it dulls the latter. And through this lens--Pearl's fragile consciousness--readers encounter the horror and triumph of both childhood and motherhood in a new light. With language that flits between exuberance and elegy, the plainspoken and the poetic, Joy Williams has blended, as Rick Moody writes, "the arresting improbabilities of magic realism, with the surrealism of the folkloric revival . . . and with the modernist foreboding of Under the Volcano," and created something entirely original and entirely consuming. … (more)
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While shoplifting, Pearl, the protagonist of the
After Pearl's son, Sam, is born, she tries to escape with him to Florida -- she wanted him to be "normal" -- but they are quickly retrieved by Walker to be brought back to the island. She and Sam miraculously survive a plane crash in the Everglades, in which Walker is killed, and she is reunited with the baby in the hospital. Or is she? There is something strange about the child. Returned to island by Thomas, Pearl retreats into a haze of wine thoughout the afternoon and gin in the evening, becoming the favorite of the children. But strange things are afoot:
She knew that the children were not what they seemed. She knew that many of the things that visited her in the long wasted hours of the day were not children at all. They were phantoms, aspects only of her fatuous, remorseful and destructive self.
Once Pearl had wanted death but since she had come to the island she realized death was hopeless reolution at best. The soul separated from the body at last, yet still retaining memories and having hungers. That's the way she saw it. Yes. And what would be the use of it -- to be dead yet still to have the hungers -- the different hungers for love.
I've read different reviews that suggested the island was a cult, which never crossed my mind. It was this possibility that made the whole situation that much
I took Pearl as a free spirit who was a victim of her parent’s suicides when she was younger. She muses to herself she doesn't do much other than having sex with her husband of five days, but then that was only five days. Who knows what would have happened to her had she stayed with the gym teacher.
It is to Pearl's great misfortune she is carried off by Walker. First he has sex with her at a motel, which she is resigned to as her fate. I suppose this was the part feminists despised the book for back in the '70s. Pearl isn't a character to act heroically for others benefit.
Whatever she notices is happening on the island is probably more than the kid’s mother Miriam has noted. Miriam is too busy making her skirts.
Was Thomas a pedophile? The man gave me the creeps.
The part where Pearl mistakes him for Walker thus comes onto him. Walker's reply that he doesn't need women, his work with the children, why he brought Pearl back to the island. The way Williams described Thomas speaking to her as if a pet on a leash spoke to me how everyone viewed Pearl. Miriam was kept busy with her skirts and would not hinder him with his work with the children.
When the book shows her back on the island after Walker dies in a plane crash, it is the children who disturbed me.
The book appeared to change on me whenever I put it down.
I never got a feel for whether Sam was real, if he was malicious or the other kids were. Was Pearl the grandmother?
Their hatred and fantasies of killing their hapless father Lincoln. I did skip the part where they spied on their dad jerking off. That felt like it would go on forever.
Pearl reminded me of previous Williams’s characters such as the story The Farm Sara that were about alcoholism. The Farm gave us the manslaughter and guilt one would normally associate with this condition. The Changeling may have really been about a demon baby and not booze.
I felt like those kids were snickering at me and I wasn't in on the joke.
This is definitely not a book for everyone. Answers are not provided. Potential plots drift in and out, never really pursued to their conclusions. The story is much more concerned with emotional states than with telling any sort of rational story. But for readers who are not bothered by ambiguity and strangeness, it is fascinating. Pearl is both an appealing and offputting character; her observations are both pricelessly acute and ridiculous, and the reader can never be certain whether what she thinks is happening is actually real. Joy Williams wants to ask questions that don't have clear answers -- about connections between parents and children, what it means for that connection when children grow up, how we process trauma, how we lose touch with reality. She turns the world upside down and gives you a glimpse of how alien it can be. It's not an easy read, but it's an intriguing one.