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Inherit the Family: Marrying into Eastern Europe stories by Vello Vikerkaar Paperback – October 5, 2009
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- Print length188 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- Publication dateOctober 5, 2009
- Dimensions6.5 x 0.43 x 9 inches
- ISBN-101439256039
- ISBN-13978-1439256039
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- Publisher : BookSurge Publishing (October 5, 2009)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 188 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1439256039
- ISBN-13 : 978-1439256039
- Item Weight : 11.8 ounces
- Dimensions : 6.5 x 0.43 x 9 inches
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A positive aspect of this book is that Vello moves pretty smoothly from a weekly column format to a book format. Although the columns here are largely reprinted as they first appeared, the appealing layout of the book, and perhaps even the way in which the columns, re-imagined as chapters, are ordered, made it easy for me as a reader to move from one topic to another. I easily finished half of the book in a few hours, and because this is not a novel, I could return the next day to where I had left off and not feel that I had lost any of the book's underlying rhythm.
In summary, as a reader, I recommend this book to you. So many writers get lost in the details and you can feel that you are drowning in a swamp of entertaining but ultimately useless information because, surprise, writers like to write, maybe too much. Vello's book is not a swamp. It's like the Lincoln Tunnel on a Sunday morning, you can drive right through and always be a little amazed by the experience.
My one criticism is that so many of Vello's characters are cashiers, government clerks, taxi drivers, bartenders, and other providers of services. While lackluster service in Estonia is a theme of the book, such characters commonly appear in works by other writers in the region. Do writers just not get out enough, or is society so atomized in northern Europe that most human interaction really does occur between rude waiters and hungry diners? I can't pretend I know the answer to this question. Maybe it's an idea for another scandalous Vello column.
I assume this book was meant to have been written in tongue-in-cheek manner but I just didn't find it funny or witty. (Except for the very last story about the author's dog Mundo - that one was actually quite cute, and I give an extra rating star for Mundo.)
I think I have an idea what kind of people the author has surrounded himself with (see the 2nd part of next paragraph) but to me the people and situations Mr. Vikerkaar describes don't seem even the least bit familiar. The Estonians I know are genuine, educated, worldly, fun (once they get to know you) and peaceful people.
I found the chapter titled "Spoiled Little Soviet Girl" in extremely poor taste. (Would you find it amusing to read a story named "Spoiled Little Slave Boy"?) As the Estonian-Canadian author should well know, the Soviet era in Estonian history is a very touchy subject to say the least, for Estonia was illegally annexed by the Soviet Union, nearly 25% of the population was deported to Siberia or executed, and life for the next 50 years was utter misery (see The Singing Revolution ).
I also have a thick bone to pick about the "spoiled" part. Well, you see, the only people in Soviet Estonia who spent their summers touring the Soviet Union in "Volgas" were high ranking KGB and Communist Party leaders; the very same people who kept the country imprisoned behind the Iron Curtain, and directly or indirectly participated in the deportations, executions and overall wretchedness... Rubbing his in-laws' criminal history in readers' face is, in my humble opinion, revolting.
Throughout the book I found Mr. Vikerkaar to be insincere in that he seemed to be overly flabbergasted about certain characteristics and habits of the people in Estonia, and he kept trying to separate himself as the smarter and somehow better Westerner from the silly - and often downright idiotic - locals. I would have perhaps found his bewilderment believable if I didn't know that the author's parents were Estonian, he went to an Estonian high-school in Toronto and most likely spent a good part of his life in Canada socializing with other Estonian expats. I realize that Mr. Vikerkaar was probably trying to inject some elements of comedy by crass exaggerations, and perhaps reading about his adventures, one at a time, in a monthly publication would have been less annoying, possibly even somewhat funny. But in a book, page after page, he comes off as a whiney, disingenuous misfit with a chip on his shoulder. (Oh, and while at it: the correct spelling is Kuressaare and not Kuuresaare.)
Justin Petrone's My Estonia: Passport Forgery, Meat Jelly Eaters, and Other Stories is a much more entertaining read and accurate description of Estonia and its people.
