Day Glo Gumball Necklace
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So, I read this Pulitzer-nominated, "serious" book that I didn't much like and was all set to blog about it by saying, "I kept at it and eventually realized that this book was not unlike our friend the crab -- you had to labor away at cracking the claws to get to the delicious meat. (And yes, my choice of the word "friend" to describe dinner is not lost on me.)." Then I read this other, wonderful book and said, oh, scrap it, I'll blog about that instead.
That book is
Still Me, which is Jojo Moyes's final volume in the beloved Louisa Clark trilogy. Surely you remember Lou, the bright-eyed and brightly clad caretaker of the handsome, wealthy, and embittered paraplegic Will Traynor? They fell in love, and then he died and they made a movie about it starring the Mother of Dragons (Emilia Clarke) from "Game of Thrones?" Well, Moyes wrote another book after that called
After You.
Me Before You ends with Lou setting out bravely into the Paris sunshine wearing the bespoke bumblebee-striped tights that Will gave her. But in
After You she's back in England and has to get on with it. And she starts by stumbling off a ledge and being rescued by a hunky paramedic named Sam. Sam's steady influence helps shepherd her through 1) a humiliating gig as an Irish-themed Hooters barmaid and 2) becoming a kind of foster mom to Will's surprise of a troubled teenage daughter. They fall in love and it's lovely -- not at all like when Oliver moves on after Jenny in, blech,
Oliver's Story. (Full disclosure: I've never actually read
Oliver's Story. That's how much I hate the idea.) But then, maybe that's because Will was doomed from the start, destined, it seems, to be Louisa's teacher (his last name is Traynor, after all, which sounds an awful lot like "train her") as opposed to her partner, making the idea of Lou and Sam go down easier. At the end of
After You, Sam gets shot (what?!) -- but lives, and Lou emigrates to New York City to become a caretaker for another super rich family. Because, despite overcoming her grief, she still has to grow, to move from the small town where she's always lived to take a bite from the Big Apple.
So, now that you're all caught up, let's plunge into Still Me, shall we?
Louisa is the paid companion (I don't know about you, but that term always gives me the giggles) of Agnes Gopnick, a seemingly innocuous if high-strung Polish masseuse-turned-socialite who's in her late twenties just like Louisa. As the second and much younger wife of a captain of industry, she's despised far and wide in Manhattan. That's why she needs Louisa to play therapy dog. Yet things aren't easy for Louisa either. Getting used to a new country, a hideous uniform (no small feat for fashion girl Lou -- although she grins and bears it with the same equanimity as she does everything), and the ways of the one-percenters, all while missing Sam terribly, is nothing to sneeze at. And although this book has an offbeat and keen sense of humor, it isn't of the zany-new-girl-in-the-city variety. It's a story of layers, and sometimes it tears your heart out. Because Louisa is put through the wringer, both on the job and off the clock. Even after everything she's been through, her still-trusting nature lands her in trouble. Suffice it to say that a lot of stuff happens, and she leaves the Gopnick household and ends up as the, albeit unpaid, companion of an old lady named Margot De Witt. Earlier in the book, Mrs. De Witt seems like an unfeeling crone. And initially she doesn't care for Louisa. But after an emergency throws them together, Lou's kindness and their shared love of fashion win Mrs. De Witt over, and the two soon become confidantes. As a retired fashion magazine editor, Mrs. DeWitt has roomfuls of crazy designer clothes and accessories, which, paired with her ballsy attitude, made me picture her as Iris Apfel. (It turns out that this was what Moyes intended, as revealed in the Q&A at the end of the book.) Luckily, I have this book about Iris, which I first heard about on
Tiara's Jewel Divas Style blog, to post here for your viewing pleasure:
Anyway, things are finally on the upswing for Louisa. She has a knack for getting herself into impossible situations only to muster her considerable imagination and optimism to turn it all around. This is how Moyes takes us from the depths of despair to the kind of feel-good, well,
feeling where the garden explodes into bloom and a trolley of tea cakes races in from the wings (this being an English story; if it were based in New Jersey, then I'd say non-urine-tainted water slides and Manco's pizza). Moyes makes you work hard for the happy ending (there were more than a couple of times when I thought, why couldn't I have just chosen a nice cheerful murder mystery instead of hopping aboard this emotional roller coaster?). But that makes it all the more satisfying; no plot hole-filled Swiss cheese here, just the sweet, gritty crunch of gumballs (like -- insert subtle product placement -- the ones in my Day Glo Gumball Necklace). Because
Still Me isn't any old romance; it's a
good romance. Plus a journey of self discovery.
Here's one of my favorite parts. Partly because it captures the book's theme, partly because it's about clothes. (I can't tell you my actual favorite part because it's even more of a spoiler than the rest of this post.) Louisa and Agnes are at the famed Yellow Ball, and Agnes is worried that her avant-garde gown doesn't fit in with the other women's more classic looks:
Lou: "Own it. Hold your head up. Like you couldn't give a crap."
She (Agnes) stared at me (Lou).
Lou: "A friend once taught me this. The man I used to work for. He told me to wear my stripey legs with pride."
Agnes: "Your what?"
Lou: "He . . .Well, he was telling me it was okay to be different from everyone else. Agnes, you look about a hundred times better than any of the other women here. You're gorgeous. And the dress is striking. So just let it be a giant finger to them. You know?
I'll wear what I like." (54)
Agnes may have billions, but Louisa has wisdom.
Guess you can say she earned those stripes.