The Middlesteins by Jami Attenberg
Grand Central Publishing • $24.99 • ISBN 9781455507214
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I’ve had my eye on The Middlesteins ever since it appeared on our list of the Top 10 Books for November. Then, I realized that Jonathan Franzen blurbed the novel, praising the artistry of Attenberg’s storytelling. Then I heard a rave of the novel on NPR from none other than Meg Wolitzer (y’all know I love her books, right?). So the deal was pretty much sealed, and this week I dove in.
At the heart of The Middlesteins is Edie, the matriarch of a Jewish family in Chicago. When we meet her, she is a child who has discovered her complete love of eating—a love that just might kill her, as she ages and comes to weigh more than 300 pounds and must undergo various surgeries related to her size. Entwined with Edie’s story are various family members—like her two adult children and her daughter-in-law, a woman so obsessed with healthy eating that she’ll hardly let her kids use table salt on a bland piece of salmon.
During the holidays—a time so filled with family togetherness—I love a good novel that portrays family dynamics in all their messy glory. Even better if the book makes me laugh and tugs at my heart. The Middlesteins does this and more. It’s also quite short (less than 300 pages) and zips along quickly, so it would be perfect for a plane ride home.
Here’s a short excerpt from the beginning of the book, when daughter-in-law Rachelle—a woman whose mission in life is to “keep her family happy and healthy”—goes over to Edie’s house for an intervention. She’s supposed to be talking to Edie about getting healthier, but she dreads this task. Here’s what happens when she stops in front of Edie’s house.
The front door to the house opened; it was Edie, wrapped in her enormous mink coat and matching hat, an inheritance from her own oversized mother. (“I am morally opposed to fur,” Edie had told Rachelle once. “But since it’s already here, what am I going to do? Throw it away?” Rachelle had fingered the coat delicately with her fine, manicured hand, and imagined having it taken in—dramatically—someday for herself. “You can’t waste mink,” agreed Rachelle.) Edie got into her car, and before Rachelle could get out of her own car to stop her, drove off.
Rachelle didn’t hesitate. She followed her mother-in-law, past the high school—a digital marquee in front of the school flashing GO TEAM! again and again—until she pulled into a McDonald’s parking lot. She made it through the drive-thru swiftly and then pulled out onto the road back to the subdivisions, but instead of heading home she went in the other direction, and Rachelle still followed her—she was morbidly curious at this point—this time into a Burger King, again through the drive-thru window, pausing before she exited back onto the main road in front of a garbage can in the parking lot, into which she tossed her now-empty, crumpled McDonald’s bag through her window. A half beat later, she hurled an empty plastic cup. Perfect aim.
What are you reading today? Will you check out The Middlesteins? Read more about the novel in our review.