I recently finished The Season of Second Chances, by Diane Meier and liked it so much that I didn’t want to write about it!
I do that sometimes after experiencing a great movie, opera, musical or book. When something touches me profoundly, I want it all to myself. Talking or writing about it somehow takes the shine off my new found treasure. And then there is that Bridget Jones insecurity tapping me on the shoulder telling me that my review could never give it due justice, or I would gush about it so much that people will think I am nuts. Well, more nuts.
So, I have been holding it in savoring my selfish indulgence until this week when I read Ms. Meier’s poignant commentary on publishing, media and buyers perceptions of literature vs. chick-lit in the Huffington Post. I was miffed. Not only had her charming book received positive reviews from all sectors, it also garnered some not so complementary criticisms from those who wanted to classify it as chick-lit because its forty-something female protagonist renovates her home, and the cover has flowers on it. Flowers? Flowers now disqualify books from being literature and earmark them as chick-lit? Conversely, one reader review on Amazon hated it because it wasn’t chick-lit! Go Figure! Like her sharp, funny and insightful book Diane had the perfect come-back to this dilemma.
Okay, I wanted to respond, I’m sorry that you’re disappointed, but it’s like trying to blame a hot dog for not being ice cream.
What I didn’t see was that the chick-lit argument had landed squarely on my doorstep.
Was “The Season of Second Chances” Chick Lit or not? That, in itself, became the general theme of most reviews, professional and consumer.
“Five stars because it is NOT Chick Lit.”
“Zero stars because it is NOT Chick Lit.”
What? Who asked for this as a mark of critical analysis?
I will let you make your own decision, but first, you must read the book to understand the debate. Here’s a teaser and some thoughts…
Forty-eight year old English literature professor Joy Harkness has been avoiding relationships all her life. After fifteen years in the cold, competitive confines of Columbia University she accepts an exciting new position at Amherst College in Massachusetts. Eager to leave the spurious glamour of the New York lifestyle behind, she packs up her small cluttered apartment and purchases a once majestic Victorian house sorely in need of a major renovation. (not quite as disastrous as Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House, but close). Everyone insists that she contact local home restoration magician Teddy Hennessy. The man who shows up does not look very promising and their first few meetings are discouraging, but Joy soon discovers that this thirty-five year old laid back mama’s boy is a genius with plumbing, carpentry, vintage detailing and paint chips.
Joy’s anonymous lifestyle from New York soon changes as she makes connections in the community of supportive female co-workers on campus and a romance with an eligible professor. But it is simple, unassuming Teddy who makes the biggest impact on her life, transforming her house and her heart. In turn, she thinks that he needs a make-over and encourages him to return to college for his degree so he can teach (like her). However, his sad past and his domineering mommy-dearest have a strong hold on him that Joy may not be able to fix with her academic acumen.
Meier has crafted a story resplendent with memorable characters ready to make you laugh out loud and nod your head in recognition of the foibles and follies in us all. Joy is a literature professor who has formed her thinking, and her life around critical analysis of classics books. She treats people the same way. As we follow the narrative she throws in all sorts of literary and cultural references as antecedents peppering the plot with descriptors at the most important moments: “His eyes narrowing like a small-town spinster at the suggestion of living in sin.”, “She was a strange bird, almost attractive in a hard and urban way that “seemed to have flown too close to the scalpel.“”, or my personal favorite, “Like a stripper, I knew my routine, how much to reveal and when to cover up again.” I read this book during my lunch breaks at work and laughed so hard that my co-workers (fellow booksellers) looked at me in amazement quizzing me on what I was reading. I was happy to let them in on the secret. “The Season of Second Chances was a witty coming of age at any age story filled with astute observations and characters so real and outrageously funny that Jane Austen would smile.” There is more… but I promised I would not gush.
I loved the ending, but I can’t tell you about it. Nope. Won’t go there. I feel a personal affinity to Joy Harkness, being a single woman of a certain age who is having her own season of second chances. I wrote to Ms. Meier and told her so. She kindly replied that she wrote the book just for me! *purr*
Back to the literature vs. chick-lit kerfuffle. If Jane Austen is credited as being the grandmother of chick-lit and she is considered one of the finest writers EVAH – those good folks in book award land should take heed. The Season of Second Chances deserves its own second chance. Let’s call it literature. No chick-lit. Even better, chick-ature. Any thing you call it, it’s a darn good book.
5 out of 5 Stars
The Season of Second Chances, by Diane Meier
Henry Holt & Company, Inc. (2010)
Hardcover (304) pages
© 2007 – 2010 Laurel Ann Nattress, Austenprose
I keep hearing wonderful things about this novel — I’ll have to hunt down a copy and read it! Thanks for your enthusiastic review and recommendation, Laurel Ann ;).
I’ve just finish reading it. Great story.
I enjoyed Season of Second Chances too – very well done. And the debate on chick-lit versus just lit is fascinating to me!
Excellent review Laurel Ann! – this boook might be the one to get me out of my late 18th – early 19th century immersion! – so thank you!
Thanks again for the review so we can make educated choices so to speak on what we may want to read. It sounded fascinating to me. I personally dont go by the genre of chick-lit or not. I think that’s a waste and can be so misleading. A good story in my mind (ha funny an immediate quote from Austen about conversation came to mind – but I won’t go there exactly) has a good plot or even historical research etc. can be fascinating if well written. At least that’s my humble and uneducated take on things. This sounds like one to add to my wish list for more modern stories (how’s that for a category compared to others). Thanks again for your hard work.
The book sounds like a nice read,Laurel,and I would call it “lady lit”-meant for a slightly older audience(myself included!)than typical chick lit,in my opinion. Also agree with you about the cover art,which reminds me a little of Rosamunde Pilcher(The Shell Seekers is her best known book)there.
Hurrah! My thoughts, exactly, though better expressed here than my humble attempts on Goodreads.com. And to those of you who want to read this book, it’s not so hard to do. Just pick it up at your local indie (it’s in my staff picks section) and have at it! A treat is in store for you.
I skipped your review previously as The Season of Second Chances was coming up on my nightstand pile to read. I finished it earlier this week and I LOVED it! Your review of it is outstanding. I also had troubles writting a review as I loved it so much, and also didn’t want to ruin the plot for anyone.
I can’t wait to read whatever else Diane Meier has to offer.
My review is at: http://lauragerold.blogspot.com/2010/08/season-of-second-chances-by-diane-meier.html
if you are interested!
I hotfooted over to your review Laura. I am so glad you enjoyed it also. Joy and her humorous friends just make me smile in reflection.Hope others discover it as well.