by Anne Tyler
I approached this book with mixed feelings. On the one hand, I had already mentally added it to my TBR (to be read) list, so when I spotted a copy on my friend Pat’s book shelf I asked her if she would kindly lend it to me. On the other hand, before I got round to reading it, I had listened a TED interview by Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat Pray Love in which she speaks about her ideas of creativity, and the notion that creative ideas ‘float around’ (my words) waiting to reach for the person who can give them life. This concept flies in the face of the Hogarth Shakespeare project, where established authors take a Shakespeare story and put their own spin on it. However, Shakespeare himself reused stories rather than inventing everything from his own imagination. His creativity lay in giving the stories and their characters life and meaning. I have read several others in this series, and the only one – so far – that really worked for me was Margaret Atwood’s Hag-seed. But then, Atwood can write just about anything and I will greedily devour it.
In Anne Tyler’s book, Kate is “vinegar girl” – labelled thus by Pyotr, a Russian colleague of her scientist father. Kate’s father conceives a scheme to keep Pyotr in the US by having him marry Kate. Kate is understandably resistant to this idea, although she does eventually warm to Pyotr, and comes to see marriage as an escape from the household which she runs for the benefit of her controlling, ungrateful father and her wayward teenage sister Bunny.
The story is barely believable (but then, is Shakespeare’s story any more so?). But, as we expect from Tyler’s novels, there is a wealth of carefully observed and accurately presented domestic detail, and a lot of humour. All the Americans except Kate pronounce Pyotr’s name as ‘Pyoder’, and don’t take the trouble to get it right – or maybe they don’t even notice. Aunt Thelma is concerned to put on a good wedding party for the couple, but seems oblivious to Kate’s predicament and never asks her whether this is something she actually wants. Neighbours, colleagues, Pyotr’s landlady and companion – no one seems willing or able to understand what Kate is actually facing. She is a feisty young woman, and perhaps they all feel she is capable of looking after herself. Do we all make such assumptions about our fellow humans? I fear so. (I sometimes feel like shouting the words of the Robbie Williams song Strong (“You think that I’m strong/ You’re wrong”.)
So, my verdict is: a pleasant enough read, with real characters that excite interest. I would love to know what happened in Pyotr and Kate’s later life. The last chapter gives us a brief glimpse. I don’t think this is one of Tyler’s best – and I have only read three others of her novels so far – but perhaps this is because the creative spark bypasses those who are writing to order within the constraints of a storyline.
Postscript: though I can’t say I know the Shakespeare original well, I have seen a production of it on the stage. it was in Stratford in about 1995, with Josie Lawrence as Kate in a production set around 1960. Hugely enjoyable. She is such a great talent, sadly under-appreciated (or so it seems to me).