"Colonel Behrani is a once-wealthy Iranian immigrant who struggles for dignity while working low-wage jobs in America. Kathy Nicolo is a troubled young house cleaner striving to put her life in order. When Kathy's house is mistakenly put up for public auction-- and Behrani risks the last of his family fortune to buy it-- the two become enmeshed in a desperate conflict"--Container.
The Book Report: Behrani. An exiled colonel in the Shah's army. Kathy. A fucked-up druggie living off her inheritance. Lester. A major idiot whose law-enforcement career is his last best shot at staying off welfare.
Not one of these people will leave this book better than they entered it. Kathy's only home is the one she inherited, and the county says it's not hers anymore because she hasn't paid the taxes. She has, though. She's completely unable to function in the world because she's hazed on drugs for so long that even when she's clean she can't think straight. That means she can't figure out how to prove she has complied with the law.
Behrani can't get an American life going. He has savings (one hesitates to imagine where the money came from originally) that barely keep him afloat, and jobs that demean him but are all a man with no skills except being an Army officer can get. But his son's college money is sufficient to buy a distressed property at auction. Kathy's home, as it turns out. He plans to renovate and flip it, using this as a stepping-stone to American Dream-level prosperity.
Lester comes in as the deputy assigned to be sure Kathy gets out of the home that's no longer hers. Love at first sight! Lame-o Lester and Loser Kathy...surely the white trash Romeo and Juliet!
Dubus drags us through the legal system as the parties battle out the rights and wrongs of the case. No one here is a good person, just a greedy selfish prick who deserves what, in the end, is meted out to them by the author's just and pitiless exercise of karmic debt collection.
My Review: NOT an uplifting book. My withers were wrung about every twenty pages, and I took frequent breaks in order to console myself with excessive liquor consumption and sordid sexual escapades.
I love a book that brings out the best in me.
There's a scene where Lame-o Lester gets his first-ever BJ from Loser Kathy, which Dubus goes into in a bizarrely flat and affectless way that completely desxualizes the act, makes it a symptom of a pathology and not an erotic or intimate or even sexy development. It's just part of the sickness pervading these broken, unfixable people's existences.
Did you *get* that? A man wrote about the thing most men want more than food and only slightly less than air, and made it *unappealing*.
Dubus is a master of his craft. He is an artist. He can do anything he wants with words to make them dance in the reader's head to HIS tune, screw whatever you were expecting, reader! He can fashion a story that, in its outlines, sounds juicy and ripe with conflict, and make it a sharp object that will deflate whatever happy illusions were still in your head about yourself and this Murrikin Dream we're supposed to be having, reader!
And that is why you should read this book.
Another main character, on the other hand, tends to make good decisions. Decisions that are responsible financially, good for his family, and on the right side of the law. And yet, things don't turn out well for him either.
If this is a book the purpose of which is to show how quickly things can spiral out of control, then it succeeds. Good decisions or bad, no-one wins here. Too many of us, who manage to have lives that are more or less in control, this is a valuable thing to learn about. But this is an awfully depressing education.
This ominous, tense, and gritty novel reads like a Shakespearean tragedy. While there are many opportunities for the characters to improve their situation, they repeatedly fail to do so. Each character's flaws are glaringly obvious, and none of them are particularly likeable. As the reader, this made me distance myself emotionally from the plot, remaining on the sidelines watching the characters careen towards the inevitable disaster. This book is well-written but I tend to prefer novels where I can be more emotionally committed to the outcome.
A woman is evicted from her house, after ignoring several letters from the tax office, due to a bureaucratic error.
One of the officers responsible for her eviction becomes concerned with her plight.
These three protagonists are realistically and sympathetically drawn. I found myself empathising with all three (as distinct, perhaps, from liking them). They make one stupid decision after the other, as their paths bring them into conflict with one another, but you can understand why they’re doing the things they do, even as things spiral more and more out of control.
The stream-of-consciousness style could be perceived as drawn-out and excessively detailed, but I actually found it very readable, and a good entree into the minds of each of the characters.
I realised while reading this book that one of the joys of reading, for me, is the way in which it allows me to get into the heads of people quite unlike me. This book was a success for me for this reason.
The tone of the book changes a bit in the second part. Kathy's boyfriend, Deputy Sheriff Lester Burdon lends his voice to the story (although his chapters are told in the third person). The characters make a series of bad decisions, leaving readers wondering how Dubus will possibly resolve their conflicts. At times, I felt like I was in the middle of a bad dream, unable to change what was happening and unable to turn away. And then the book ends (and not in the most satisfying way, but perhaps in the only way possible).
This is not an unbeat book. I didn't identify with any of the characters, and I found no hope in the decisions that they made. But even so, I have to appreciate this book. With each wrong turn, I wanted to scream at the characters, but I didn't doubt that they would have made that particular wrong turn. Dubus held my attention from start to finish.
Seriously. Almost anything would be less bleak and tragic than this story. About a third of the way in you will realize that no one can come out of this situation well. No one.
It’s easy to sympathize with the Behrani family who came to the US when the Shah was deposed in Iran. He was a Colonel in the air force and thought it would be easy to get a job with Boeing or McDonnell Douglas here, but he didn’t. He’s been fooling the world with fake wealth for years in an effort to get their daughter married well. Now she has, dad quits his menial jobs (of which his whole family are ignorant) and invests their remaining savings in a foreclosed house. All well and good. Except that house was foreclosed on in error. A literal typo - wrong address. Still, the house is legally his and his whole future hinges on being able to sell it at a profit.
The former owner, Kathy, has little recourse except to sue the county. You’d think there’d be sympathy for her, too, but it’s her own fault. She willfully threw away county letters unopened. If she’d read at least one of them the entire disaster could have been avoided. Depressed that her husband left her, she can’t be bothered. She goes to legal aid to see what she can do now it’s gone too far and is delusional and pig-headed about her standing. It was really hard to feel bad for her at all.
Then there’s Lester. The deputy sheriff on hand for her eviction. He falls for her and systematically throws away his marriage, his kids, his job and finally his freedom for this woman. Sure, the sex is hot, but the fog doesn’t only obliterate the landscape, but possibly good sense as well. Both of them are so self-destructive and stupid that they deserve each other. It’s just so much sadder that they take everyone else down with them.
Fog is mentioned a lot in the novel and it is a lovely metaphor for everyone’s cloudy judgment and rationality. They’re all crazy and blinded by emotions and cultural misunderstandings. If it wasn’t so gut-wrenchingly awful it would be funny.
Dubus can write the paint off the walls though. The story is told with three main narratives - Kathy’s, Lester’s and the Colonel’s. Managing the variegated syntax of this last story was really perfect. I think he had help from folks who speak Farsi and he tweaked the sentence rhythms and structures just perfectly. By way of context you can tease out the meaning of many Farsi words and phrases peppered throughout. It really was a beautiful piece of writing even if the subject of that writing wasn’t always beautiful.
Afterwards, the three of us waited in line for a long time to have our books signed. It was worth the wait. He spoke to us as though there was no one else in the room.
Fabulous book about two individuals who believe they have ownership of a home in California. Dubus spends equal time convincing the reader that each of these individuals should get the house. The ending is incredibly dramatic and I did not see it coming.
What bothers me strongly about Dubus's novel is the generic and stereotypical portrayal of the characters. He skillfully manipulates the reader by presenting these characters as "good" and "bad" - on the one hand one sympathizes with the Behrani family as they struggle to make something of a life in America and on the other hand, one feels little if any emotion other than hate for Nicolo who is a recovering addict. What I find greatly astonishing is the way Dubus has stripped these characters to a minimum and how he has offered little more than cardboard cut-outs of people one would 'love to hate.' Nicolo comes across as a whiny, self- indulgent and selfish person, Sheriff Burdon as the un-self-recognized bully-behind-the-badge, and Colonel Behrani and family as the keeping-up-appearances but trying to adapt to the American way of life while still fiercely maintaining tradition and customs. What is even more astonishing is that one has to continue reading because one wants to know how it will all end. In short, Dubus's novel leaves me feeling simultaneously disappointed, gypped and yet strangely satisfied - which is a conflict in itself. Perhaps the non-resolution lies in the intense emotions stirred by this work despite the hollowness of it all.
A friend asked me if I liked the book and I couldn't answer her. A good book, in my opinion, is a story that makes you want to read nonstop, you are obsessed with the characters, you know the characters as well as you know your friends and when the book is over you wish that you had just one more chapter....... Well this book had all of that, BUT.... How depressing can a story be? My heart broke for every single character in the story. Every person lost everything because of a house!!!!! I actually lost sleep thinking about these people.
This book has two very different main characters. The book tells each person’s story at different times in the book. The characters are very different from one another other but they end up having one thing in common. Both wind up having legal rights to the same house, and both end up fighting for what they believe is rightfully theirs. The house has strong symbolism for both characters, and neither will compromise in any way to resolve the growing problem. The story starts out with Behrani, a colonel from Iran, who has fled with his family to America after the fall Iran's government. After struggling for some time, he finally gets an opportunity to put his family on a comfortable financial status. He buys a bungalow in San Francisco, which he won in a tax auction. He is excited to learn that house could be worth quadruple the amount of what he bought it for. However, he soon learns that the city made a mistake when seizing and auctioning the property. From his point of view, the book shows the difficulties of immigrants who try to find a better life in America. The other main character, Kathy, shows up halfway through the book. Kathy Nicolo owned the house through an inheritance from her father before it was seized by the county through error. Kathy struggles against her history of drug addiction, and is so caught up in her own affairs that she discards numerous letters from the county tax office which turn out to be eviction notices. There is another main character, Lester Burdon, the police officer who represents the county during the eviction. On the surface he is portrayed as a family man, but Burdon is actually a mix of desire and hatred and he soon takes an interest in Kathy. His transformation is the fire that fuels the disastrous line of events that unfold in the novel. The narrative moves freely between the two characters, with each acting as the hero during their narrative and then being portrayed as the bad guy when the other character picks up the narrative. Dubus' interpretation of the uncertain nature of 'being right' is the book's greatest theme. If the book were only Kathy's tale, Behrani would be a evil businessman, while Behrani's version would describe Kathy as a lazy, irresponsible and illogical American. Since the author gives both characters a voice, the result creates conflict in the reader. Who is right? Who should get the house, and at what cost? Overall the book is a good read, and I recommend to anyone who likes a complicated drama. The first half of the book is great it’s a convincing analysis of human conflict. I also learned a lot about real estate and bureaucracy. After the conflict is laid out, however, the story becomes too focused on peoples’ actions and the drama of kidnapping, hostage taking, and gunning that is, in a way, predictable, and is dragged on too long.