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Fiction. Literature. HTML:NATIONAL BESTELLER � A �quietly stunning� (Ocean Vuong) exploration of love and loss, the struggles and limitations of family life�and how we all must learn to live together and apart�from the Pulitzer Prize�winning author of The Hours �Along with George Eliot, Michael Cunningham belongs in that rare group of novelists who hold the world close, with apparently infinite respect, compassion, and tenderness, all while describing the world and its inhabitants unsparingly.��Tony Kushner NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW EDITORS� CHOICE � A BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR: NPR, Harper�s Bazaar, Chicago Public Library, Lit Hub, Paste, Kirkus Reviews April 5, 2019: In a cozy brownstone in Brooklyn, the veneer of domestic bliss is beginning to crack. Dan and Isabel, husband and wife, are slowly drifting apart�and both, it seems, are a little bit in love with Isabel�s younger brother, Robbie. Robbie, wayward soul of the family, who still lives in the attic loft; Robbie, who, trying to get over his most recent boyfriend, is living vicariously through a glamorous avatar online; Robbie, who now has to move out of the house�and whose departure threatens to break the family apart. And then there is Nathan, age ten, taking his first uncertain steps toward independence, while his sister, Violet, five, does her best not to notice the growing rift between her parents. April 5, 2020: As the world goes into lockdown, the cozy brownstone is starting to feel more like a prison. Violet is terrified of leaving the windows open, obsessed with keeping her family safe. Isabel and Dan communicate mostly in veiled sleights and frustrated sighs. And dear Robbie is stranded in Iceland, alone in a mountain cabin with nothing but his thoughts�and his secret Instagram life�for company. April 5, 2021: Emerging from the worst of the crisis, the family reckons with a new, very different reality�and with what they�ve learned, what they�ve lost, and how they might go on.… (more)
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Michael Cunningham’s writing is gorgeous, but the characters were shallow. They were unable to empathize with and support one another, and focused more on what they wanted from others than what they were able to give. I never quite understood why this was the case and it left me feeling frustrated.
The beauty of this novel is its interiority - we experience these lives, this family, from several points of view through interior monologues and only limited direct dialogue. Cunningham's prose is poetic in parts - I want to say luminescent, too - it illuminates truths but from a kind of distance. I felt like I was watching a play, at times. A very powerful and compelling one, but one in which I never lost my sense of being separate, sitting in an audience. This could be somewhat intentional - the truth that one can never fully know or experience another's reality but can still recognize and internalize universal truths. It's a beautiful book.
4.5 stars
NB: I listened to this on audio, narrated by the actress Julianne Moore. Her strong, quiet voice is a perfect fit for the story.
The Publisher Says: As the world changes around them, a family weathers the storms of growing up, growing older, falling in and out of love, losing the things that are most precious—and learning to go on—from the Pulitzer Prize–winning author of The Hours
April 5, 2019 : In a
April 5, 2020: As the world goes into lockdown, the brownstone is feeling more like a prison. Violet is terrified of leaving the windows open, obsessed with keeping her family safe, while Nathan attempts to skirt her rules. Isabel and Dan communicate mostly in veiled jabs and frustrated sighs. And beloved Robbie is stranded in Iceland, alone in a mountain cabin with nothing but his thoughts—and his secret Instagram life—for company.
April 5, 2021: Emerging from the worst of the crisis, the family reckons with a new, very different reality—with what they’ve learned, what they’ve lost, and how they might go on.
From the brilliant mind of Pulitzer Prize winner Michael Cunningham, Day is a searing, exquisitely crafted meditation on love and loss and the struggles and limitations of family life—how to live together and apart.
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My Review: A novel about liminal spaces, a story about transitions, endings, startings-out, and ultimately survival. So, status quo ante for Author Cunningham. As one expects from him, the prose is just beautiful, the characters appealing, the story, while slow paced, one that compels the reader's attention.
The fact of the matter is that novels about the COVID pandemic...a distinct class from pandemic novels, which can be set at any time...are going to need a certain timelessness to be anything other than nonce books. Cunningham's track record suggests that he's well-aware of his task ([The Hours] was an epidemic novel on several levels and has survived the epidemics it was set during). How better to address this than to focus on the family?
The great, consuming monster that is family, made or found, genetic or simply relational.
The Big Lie of postwar culture was that falling in love with someone meant that one should feel fulfilled, completed, and Happy with them as a partner. The divorce rates of the 1960s and 1970s gave that a thorough debunking. What happens in the made family that, in US culture, goes by the apt name "Nuclear" is often, inevitably more akin to fission than fusion. Dan, the husband, is an almost-was musician turned househusband. Isabel, the mother, is frustrated that she never got the life she expected with the husband she wanted. Robbie, the gay uncle, is their relief valve. They rely on him way too much to jell their emotional experiences of life together. He's living in their attic...which metaphor I'll leave unexplored... while he sorts out his own tangled love-life and career. There's also Dan's brother, his brother's platonic babymama, and their child. Dan and Isabel have two kids, and the kids are unaware of how much this life they've all lived together can change.
For a novel that takes place on three days albeit ones separated by one year from each other, this felt from the get-go to me like an overabundance of points of view. Nothing that happened changed my mind. The brother/babymama drama left me wondering how the lummox didn't see this coming, nor were his family members innocent in not discouraging him from being a sperm donor. He wasn't emotionally prepared for fatherhood so shouldn't have consented. There lies my first bleat of irritation. Isabel, during the pandemic, decides to write Violet, her traumatized daughter, a letter detailing her emotional unraveling and the end of her marriage to Dan to the fifteen-years-older Violet. Since Robbie is at that point in Iceland living his online masquerade life as Wolfe (it actually makes sense in the book) she had to express her disillusionment with her life choices to someone. May I just say that, as someone who was waaay overshared with by his parents (to put it mildly), I say without hesitation that this is a truly terrible idea. There is no point at which a child needs to know what led Mom to not wanting to be mom anymore. If they ask, parents are well advised to deflect.
Robbie, the fulcrum of the levers shoving these people ever-farther apart, is a case-study all by himself in how not to be in relationships. He's crafted...with Isabel, his sister...an Instagram persona that is an extrapolation of himself into omnicompetence, an unattainable goal for flesh-and-blood people, and is seducing others into accepting it as real not just the extra-curated version of himself. There's an element of catfishing in this; it's dishonest at the minimum. The fact that Isabel is both a co-conspirator in and, bizarrely, a victim of, this weird catfishing says a lot about the fundamental performative nature of family life. Aren't we all constructing and curating personas within a family, in fact a relationship of any sort? There's an entire sociological concept devoted to this idea.
If this is to be a lasting artwork explaining the COVID pandemic to us and our heirs, it has to get something otherwise unavailable from the pandemic setting. Here's where I falter in my appreciation for Author Cunningham's dramaturgical eye. I got my expected frisson of lovely-language-gasm. I got my soap-opera needs met with the dynamics of the family decohering and then showing signs of coalescing into other forms. But did any of this illuminate the pandemic's unique social upheaval?
On balance, yes but in a curious way no. This family was always going to undergo fission...people who can't, or don't, or won't communicate clearly and honestly with each other will always fail as a system...and that is just accelerated by the pandemic. That the family is made up of generationally appropriately queer-friendly people is just recognizing realities that are the source of the screeching angst of the change-intolerant religious nuts. The parts of the story that I felt illuminated the pandemic were the grace notes of style, using the forms and format of social media, to make the point that life moved on even while reality stopped. I think some people saw this as a bug, but I believe it's a feature. Insta will, goddesses willing, be long dead by the time pandemic babies are old enough to read this novel, but they'll see how deep and unquenchable life's demand for love and conncection really was back in the quaint pre-wearable-quantum devices days of Mom and Dad's youth. They'll see that the familys they live in were new, slightly scary, ideas yet to develop into what they accept as normal. They can get from this read a sense of the liminality of forced change and its many many echoes.
I think this novel will, like The Hours, stand up to the passage of time. Of course, I'll be dead by the time the verdict is rendered. But I feel good about my chances of being right.
April 5, 2019. April 5, 2020. April 5, 2021. One day, over three years, and the changes in one small family.
Isabel and Dan, their children Nathan and Violet. Isabel’s brother Robbie, beloved uncle, beloved brother-in-law, beloved brother. He
But Nathan needs his own bedroom, and that means Robbie needs to move out. His last relationship has ended and what he can afford is an hour away.
Robbie also loves Dan’s brother Garth, and Garth loves Robbie. Garth has had a child with his college friend Chess, and he has fallen in love with the child. He was never meant to be a part of this family; he was only a means to an end.
Dan is struggling with growing older, wondering if he can reclaim his earlier rock and roll life, write a few songs and make a comeback. He had given it all up with Nathan’s birth, became a responsible dad and father. Isabel, though, is overwhelmed with this life she chose, out of love with motherhood–and Dan.
A year later finds them in the midst of the Covid epidemic. Another year passes, and they all are struggling with losses and change and the end of love and the beginning of a new chapter.
I love this book, this writing, this story. I loved these characters, their struggles, their love for each other. It captures the essence of relationships, the many kinds of love, how the loss of one person alters the entire world, how grief hits and how we react to loss. It captures the inner lives of children and adults, the writing is gob-smacking gorgeous. Read it.
Thanks to the publisher for a free book.
Author: Michael Cunningham
Publisher: Random House
Reviewed By: Arlena Dean
Rating: Four
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"Day" by Michael Cunningham
My Sentiments:
'Day' was quite an engaging read in how this author brings out what was happening in this family during the pandemic [COVID] time for this family.
Thank you to NetGalley and the publisher for providing me with an ARC in exchange for my views.
So, the book looks at the pandemic and what the
The book read like a stream of consciousness, with the thoughts of the characters talking about their love and loss.
I struggled with caring for the family on this one. The only one I really cared about was the little girl, and even she didn’t seem like
This is the first book of Michael Cunningham’s that I’ve read and I’m not saying he can’t write. In fact, he wrote these days in such detail, I felt like I was really watching the family while I read them. But, it was just something that was missing for me to actually care about the characters.
Maybe it’s still weird for me to read books about the pandemic quite yet.
This book wasn’t 100% for me, but it’s still good. And I feel like those who like reading about family dynamics and such will greatly enjoy this.
*Thank you Random House and NetGalley for an advance digital copy of this book in exchange for an honest review
What a significance a day makes, 24 little hours. A unique group of family members develops new connections as each person is affected by the hours of a Morning April 5, 2019, an Afternoon April 5, 2020, and an Evening April 5, 2021. Every family member is a slave of
The novel is so evocative to me of an earlier period of American life when I lived and worked in San Francisco. There were groups of people living in unconventional circumstances who were caught up in the HIV/AIDS epidemic and had to reevaluate their life and death, personal and social decisions. Day is another wonderful novel by Michael Cunningham.