Bravely venturing into several recently well-mowed fields (most obviously identical twinship and eating disorders), Cooley gamely searches for fresh insights in this quirky, initially intriguing but ultimately wearying debut about a family of women fascinated with WWII-era Hollywood glamour. Narrated by Alice, who has returned to her hometown of Sarasota with Owen, her linguist husband, in a misguided attempt to avoid mourning the intrauterine death of their baby, the novel is actually dominated by Madeline, Alice's estranged, unbalanced twin sister. The siblings reunite to track down their mother, Lily, in New Orleans. Lily bore the girls when she was a teenager and disappeared when Alice and Madeline turned 18, long after she had prodded them into bulimia (a habit she learned from her grandmother, also a twin). She also passed on to them her obsession with Judy Garland and the Hollywood mystique. "I lost my daughter, but I'll get my mother back," Alice determines, yet the equation isn't that simple. Instead, Alice loses her sister once again but regains her future. Although Cooley, a Walt Whitman Award-winning poet (Renaissance), emulates more accomplished writers such as Alice Hoffman and Anne Tyler in this multigenerational story of neurosis, she burdens her flimsy domestic drama with symbolically loaded (but too often misfiring) references to Frida Kahlo, Alice in Wonderland, Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? and the Emerald City. The novel's primary drawback is the characterization of Madeline, whose mania is exhausting both for sane sister Alice and for readers, who may long for a mild sedative by the end of this tiring road trip. Agent, Sally Wofford Girand; first serial to the Paris Review.
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From Library Journal
The trouble with books about dysfunctional families is that one dysfunction is no longer enough. In this bleak first novel, poet Cooley, winner of the 1995 Walt Whitman Award for Resurrection (Louisiana State Univ., 1996), contrives a laundry list of issues. Start with twin sisters, united by their obsession for Judy Garland, their fixation on purging their bodies by drinking vinegar, and, most significantly, their abandonment by their mother, Lily, when they are barely 18. Subtract the father completely. Add, for Alice, a recent stillbirth; and make Madeline, the more manipulative sister, a shoplifter and drug abuser who is mentally unstable. The plot, weak at best, alternates among scenes from Lily's childhood, descriptions of the twins' youth in a cheap motel where their mother cleaned rooms, and the present, as the sisters try to locate Lily. The tone is unremittingly bleak and ultimately tedious, as the book fails to draw a larger, universal lesson from its catalog of pain. Not recommended.?Yvette Weller Olson, City Univ. Lib., Renton, WA
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