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What a delightful read! This book requires the fairly standard disclaimer for E.L. Konigsburg, which is: she wrote it 50 years ago, some things might require a bit of explanation for young readers. The atmosphere of housewives-and-mothers, playing ball in the street, and the obligatory preparation for a bar mitzvah all evoke the mid-20th century, with this Jewish family's dynamic suggesting situations I imagine in my own family history. (What can I say? The stuffed cabbage conversation resonated.) Mark leads us into his home and neighborhood with a confiding, storytelling tone, recounting the whole tale once it's finished. Right away, then, you know where it's headed: his mother and the little league baseball team.
Mark talks about a whole lot more than just his mother's forceful nature. I was surprised by the undertones of racial and cultural dynamics throughout his life, which brought up memorable prejudices of the time: antisemitism, racism, classism, the origin of the projects. As a Jewish woman, I found her portrayal of their community similar to childhood stories my mother and grandmother have told, and I'd echo every reviewer who emphasizes its authenticity. This book could educate anyone interested in Jewish history in America. With such a varied and sometimes multicultural Jewish population, it speaks to both the importance of that identity and the breadth of interpretations of Judaism itself. The complex intersection of immigration, acceptance, and class peeks through Mark's disparate friendships and not-so-friendships with realism and depth. Those friends make this book as honest as it is; at 12 years old, I, too, was mostly concerned with my friends and the struggle of trying to make new ones.
Konigsburg has, on many occasions, demonstrated her mastery of coming-of-age tales, writing them with empathy and complexity. There's a reason she's one of my favorite authors, and it's the mix of touching and awkward and loving and frustrating and educational experiences she places her characters into. Mark and his family, here, go through every one of those situations. You watch them grow over the course of the baseball season, learning to view each other differently and trust each other in new ways. You watch his mother, a second-wave feminist, stand up and say "of course I can do what's usually a man's job," and turn it into a fact of life for the young boys. You watch his older brother, Spencer, step up and become a role model and mentor for the team. Mark's Dad chips in with his own particular wisdom. And Mark himself learns what's important to him and what he cares about in a really beautiful, nuanced way. While I don't think this is the best introduction to E.L. Konigsburg, it's not my least-favorite of her books, and it retains plenty of potential to delight and entertain readers for years to come.
I'd like to add a note about the Playboy magazines in the book, since a lot of reviewers are commenting on it. Read it anyway. I saw porn for the first time when I was younger than Mark (who's 12) and any child with access to a smartphone is going to stumble upon it sooner or later--and I'd guess sooner, because kids are curious and know how to google. Hand them the book, ask what they thought, and take the Playboy's role in this novel as what it is: an acknowledgement that pornography exists, that sexuality and desire exist, and that young adults will explore.
Mark talks about a whole lot more than just his mother's forceful nature. I was surprised by the undertones of racial and cultural dynamics throughout his life, which brought up memorable prejudices of the time: antisemitism, racism, classism, the origin of the projects. As a Jewish woman, I found her portrayal of their community similar to childhood stories my mother and grandmother have told, and I'd echo every reviewer who emphasizes its authenticity. This book could educate anyone interested in Jewish history in America. With such a varied and sometimes multicultural Jewish population, it speaks to both the importance of that identity and the breadth of interpretations of Judaism itself. The complex intersection of immigration, acceptance, and class peeks through Mark's disparate friendships and not-so-friendships with realism and depth. Those friends make this book as honest as it is; at 12 years old, I, too, was mostly concerned with my friends and the struggle of trying to make new ones.
Konigsburg has, on many occasions, demonstrated her mastery of coming-of-age tales, writing them with empathy and complexity. There's a reason she's one of my favorite authors, and it's the mix of touching and awkward and loving and frustrating and educational experiences she places her characters into. Mark and his family, here, go through every one of those situations. You watch them grow over the course of the baseball season, learning to view each other differently and trust each other in new ways. You watch his mother, a second-wave feminist, stand up and say "of course I can do what's usually a man's job," and turn it into a fact of life for the young boys. You watch his older brother, Spencer, step up and become a role model and mentor for the team. Mark's Dad chips in with his own particular wisdom. And Mark himself learns what's important to him and what he cares about in a really beautiful, nuanced way. While I don't think this is the best introduction to E.L. Konigsburg, it's not my least-favorite of her books, and it retains plenty of potential to delight and entertain readers for years to come.
I'd like to add a note about the Playboy magazines in the book, since a lot of reviewers are commenting on it. Read it anyway. I saw porn for the first time when I was younger than Mark (who's 12) and any child with access to a smartphone is going to stumble upon it sooner or later--and I'd guess sooner, because kids are curious and know how to google. Hand them the book, ask what they thought, and take the Playboy's role in this novel as what it is: an acknowledgement that pornography exists, that sexuality and desire exist, and that young adults will explore.