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We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves
The New York Times bestselling author of The Jane Austen Book Club introduces a middle-class American family, ordinary in every way but one...
Meet the Cooke family: Mother and Dad, Lowell, Rosemary and her unusual sister Fern. Rosemary begins her story in the middle. She has her reasons. “Until Fern’s expulsion...,” Rosemary says, “she was my twin, my funhouse mirror, my whirlwind other half and I loved her.” As a child, Rosemary never stopped talking. Then, something happened, and Rosemary wrapped herself in silence.
In We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, Karen Joy Fowler weaves her most accomplished work to date—a tale of loving but fallible people whose well-intentioned actions lead to heartbreaking consequences.
Meet the Cooke family: Mother and Dad, Lowell, Rosemary and her unusual sister Fern. Rosemary begins her story in the middle. She has her reasons. “Until Fern’s expulsion...,” Rosemary says, “she was my twin, my funhouse mirror, my whirlwind other half and I loved her.” As a child, Rosemary never stopped talking. Then, something happened, and Rosemary wrapped herself in silence.
In We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, Karen Joy Fowler weaves her most accomplished work to date—a tale of loving but fallible people whose well-intentioned actions lead to heartbreaking consequences.
310 pages, Hardcover
First published May 30, 2013
About the author
Karen Joy Fowler
138 books1,418 followersKaren Joy Fowler is the New York Times bestselling author of seven novels and three short story collections. Her 2004 novel, The Jane Austen Book Club, spent thirteen weeks on the New York Times bestsellers list and was a New York Times Notable Book. Fowler’s previous novel, Sister Noon, was a finalist for the 2001 PEN/Faulkner Award for fiction. Her debut novel, Sarah Canary, won the Commonwealth medal for best first novel by a Californian, was listed for the Irish Times International Fiction Prize as well as the Bay Area Book Reviewers Prize, and was a New York Times Notable Book. Fowler’s short story collection Black Glass won the World Fantasy Award in 1999, and her collection What I Didn’t See won the World Fantasy Award in 2011. Her most recent novel We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, won the 2014 PEN/Faulkner Award for fiction and was short-listed for the 2014 Man Booker Prize. Her new novel Booth published in March 2022.
She is the co-founder of the Otherwise Award and the current president of the Clarion Foundation (also known as Clarion San Diego). Fowler and her husband, who have two grown children and seven grandchildren, live in Santa Cruz, California. Fowler also supports a chimp named Caesar who lives at the Tacugama Chimpanzee Sanctuary in Sierra Leone.
She is the co-founder of the Otherwise Award and the current president of the Clarion Foundation (also known as Clarion San Diego). Fowler and her husband, who have two grown children and seven grandchildren, live in Santa Cruz, California. Fowler also supports a chimp named Caesar who lives at the Tacugama Chimpanzee Sanctuary in Sierra Leone.
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June 24, 2013
I've always used the goodreads star rating:
5=it was amazing
4=really liked it
3=liked it
2=it was okay
1=did not like
Which means that I ruin the scale for all the books I review, because most people seem to use the following scale:
5=liked it
4=it was okay
3=it was boring and/or poorly written
2=it had huge flaws, and was barely readable.
1=I don't like the author/disagree with the author's opinion on a politicized subject
I sometimes feel guilty about all my average "liked it" star ratings in a world of grade inflation, and have thought about re-scaling all my books so that they all have 4 or 5 stars.
But then a book comes along like this, where it really was amazing, and I'm glad that I so rarely give out 5 stars, because then people can understand that 5 stars means that this book is really something special, and not merely good.
I can't tell you too much about this book without spoiling things. It's about memory and family dynamics. It's about life at an American university in the 1990s, and about the politics of scientific research. It's about a family in which to of the siblings are gone, and no one will talk about why.
I loved Fowler's wry wit. I laughed out loud at how the family avoids unpleasant subjects at Thanksgiving. I laughed at Rosemary's attempts to talk to people without their would be boy/girlfriend getting in the way. I loved the roommate dynamics. I especially loved that there were words in this novel that I hadn't ever seen before and didn't know the meaning of, as that rarely happens anymore.
I especially loved that it dealt with difficult, political topics without getting too heavy-handed or proselytizing. I liked that, despite the darkness of the subject, it managed a bittersweet ending.
I recommend this for people who like novels.
5=it was amazing
4=really liked it
3=liked it
2=it was okay
1=did not like
Which means that I ruin the scale for all the books I review, because most people seem to use the following scale:
5=liked it
4=it was okay
3=it was boring and/or poorly written
2=it had huge flaws, and was barely readable.
1=I don't like the author/disagree with the author's opinion on a politicized subject
I sometimes feel guilty about all my average "liked it" star ratings in a world of grade inflation, and have thought about re-scaling all my books so that they all have 4 or 5 stars.
But then a book comes along like this, where it really was amazing, and I'm glad that I so rarely give out 5 stars, because then people can understand that 5 stars means that this book is really something special, and not merely good.
I can't tell you too much about this book without spoiling things. It's about memory and family dynamics. It's about life at an American university in the 1990s, and about the politics of scientific research. It's about a family in which to of the siblings are gone, and no one will talk about why.
I loved Fowler's wry wit. I laughed out loud at how the family avoids unpleasant subjects at Thanksgiving. I laughed at Rosemary's attempts to talk to people without their would be boy/girlfriend getting in the way. I loved the roommate dynamics. I especially loved that there were words in this novel that I hadn't ever seen before and didn't know the meaning of, as that rarely happens anymore.
I especially loved that it dealt with difficult, political topics without getting too heavy-handed or proselytizing. I liked that, despite the darkness of the subject, it managed a bittersweet ending.
I recommend this for people who like novels.
April 28, 2014
I could not relate to the characters and the choppy writing style! Wanted to like this book, and there were interesting elements, but I couldn't connect to the way the story was told. Forced myself to even skim the book. Am I the only person, it seems, who did not like it?
April 2, 2020
“She’d just rear-ended a cop car and she said that only the week before she’d been arrested shoplifting tortillas and salsa for a Sunday afternoon football party at her house. ‘This is so not good,’ she told me. ‘Honestly, I have the worst luck.’ ”
Luck? That's not luck, that's typical stupid choices leading to disaster. I started laughing almost immediately because this sounded so familiar.
I am a longtime fan of Fowler’s work going back to Sarah Canary. We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves was a continuous surprise—mysterious, comic, nostalgic, smart, and humane. Rosemary Cooke is 22 in what she calls the middle of her story, and gets arrested for throwing milk in her college cafeteria. She hasn’t seen her brother in 11 years and her sister disappeared when she was 5. She doesn’t remember how any of this happened, but she’s about to figure it out. I don’t think I should say more about the story, only that I was laughing almost immediately and crying by the last page. I read this book in 2 days. It just doesn’t get any better than tears, laughter, and amazement.
This novel is probably the best thing I've read in over a year, and I am a devoted reader. The main character has genuine bad luck and blames herself for it. She has to get over that. She is born into a life she didn't choose—just as we all are—and she makes the best she can of that life. That's also what we all must do.
Luck? That's not luck, that's typical stupid choices leading to disaster. I started laughing almost immediately because this sounded so familiar.
I am a longtime fan of Fowler’s work going back to Sarah Canary. We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves was a continuous surprise—mysterious, comic, nostalgic, smart, and humane. Rosemary Cooke is 22 in what she calls the middle of her story, and gets arrested for throwing milk in her college cafeteria. She hasn’t seen her brother in 11 years and her sister disappeared when she was 5. She doesn’t remember how any of this happened, but she’s about to figure it out. I don’t think I should say more about the story, only that I was laughing almost immediately and crying by the last page. I read this book in 2 days. It just doesn’t get any better than tears, laughter, and amazement.
This novel is probably the best thing I've read in over a year, and I am a devoted reader. The main character has genuine bad luck and blames herself for it. She has to get over that. She is born into a life she didn't choose—just as we all are—and she makes the best she can of that life. That's also what we all must do.
February 29, 2016
Okay. So if I was to give Karen Joy Fowler advice on how to write a great novel, I'd tell her to come with an engaging, intelligent and witty narrator and have her tell a captivating, moving and timely story and do it in a compelling and original way. Oh wait. I don't have to, because she just did all that in her latest totally wonderful novel entitled We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves. This is a novel that is best read with as little pre-knowledge as possible. It starts out as a seemingly emotionally troubled college-age woman is telling a story involving her apparently dysfunctional family. Around 1/4 of the way through there is a "reveal" that totally changes the way you look at the novel. Those of you "don't-give-away-the-plot" purists would be extremely disappointed to learn what the reveal is before you reach that part of the book. I'm not that way, and still I am glad that I didn't know. Although the change made the book a bit awkward and a little too fantastical at first, Fowler develops it beautifully and produces a strong and important novel of our or anyone's times. I don't want to give anything else away. Suffice it to say that I have read many novels over the last couple of years, many of them very good and some of them I would consider masterpieces. This novel, without question, falls into the latter category. It is a compelling, very readable, very witty and tremendously moving novel about family and life on earth. Highly, highly recommended.
October 6, 2014
Yep, I was beside myself!
Kept imagining I was not still reading this!!
Borrrring ... dulllll ...teeeeedious ... and more than a little drawn out.
I really wanted to like it as I was excited to see a new release from Fowler. I enjoyed The Jane Austen Book Club (although it is one of those rare books where I actually liked the movie better).
The whiny main character (the voice of this first-person narrative) got on my nerves; no wonder she had difficulty forming even fictional friendships. I couldn't form one with her on paper. The dysfunctional family is well done but a little overanalaysed (do we need so many pointers to make the reader realise why there are fractured relationships). The animal lab testing is way too protracted (ok ... tell me again in case you haven't sledgehammered the message of its evils into my feeble brain). The timeframe pointers with music and movies were clever, the setting at UC Davis was well done, the cast of supporting characters was charming and witty.
The book is based on a clever twist that for me made "before the reveal" feel restrained while the part "after the reveal" felt laboured and too long.
Kept imagining I was not still reading this!!
Borrrring ... dulllll ...teeeeedious ... and more than a little drawn out.
I really wanted to like it as I was excited to see a new release from Fowler. I enjoyed The Jane Austen Book Club (although it is one of those rare books where I actually liked the movie better).
The whiny main character (the voice of this first-person narrative) got on my nerves; no wonder she had difficulty forming even fictional friendships. I couldn't form one with her on paper. The dysfunctional family is well done but a little overanalaysed (do we need so many pointers to make the reader realise why there are fractured relationships). The animal lab testing is way too protracted (ok ... tell me again in case you haven't sledgehammered the message of its evils into my feeble brain). The timeframe pointers with music and movies were clever, the setting at UC Davis was well done, the cast of supporting characters was charming and witty.
The book is based on a clever twist that for me made "before the reveal" feel restrained while the part "after the reveal" felt laboured and too long.
January 5, 2014
This book got me out of my very long reading slump. It was such an easy book to read, yet it was wonderfully complex. I sank into it as I hadn’t sunk into a book for a long time. It felt wonderful.
So, so funny. So wise. So psychologically smart and sophisticated. So entertaining. Not a false note, though the very ending wasn’t perfect for me, but it was okay. I loved all the literary and psychology/science references. Devastating too as it was emotionally raw. Complicated in a perfect way. It’s a marvelous and unique coming of age story, and I love all sorts of coming of age stories. I love Rosemary’s voice too, the main character who tells the story.
I somewhat know two of the major settings: Davis California and Bloomington Indiana. So, that was fun, even though there wasn’t a huge amount of detail of either, but I still had fun knowing the places.
Unfortunately, I knew much about it before reading it, and this is one book that’s much better to go into totally cold. Reading the hardcover book’s jacket is fine. Reading book descriptions and reviews is not. I still enjoyed it, but I think I’d have loved it even more had I known nothing other than what’s on the book’s cover; in other words, virtually nothing.
So that leads me to my dilemma. I want to highly recommend this book to my real world book club, but I don’t want members to expect too much detail when they ask me about it, and I really don’t want them looking it up. That might be a bit of a problem.
So, so funny. So wise. So psychologically smart and sophisticated. So entertaining. Not a false note, though the very ending wasn’t perfect for me, but it was okay. I loved all the literary and psychology/science references. Devastating too as it was emotionally raw. Complicated in a perfect way. It’s a marvelous and unique coming of age story, and I love all sorts of coming of age stories. I love Rosemary’s voice too, the main character who tells the story.
I somewhat know two of the major settings: Davis California and Bloomington Indiana. So, that was fun, even though there wasn’t a huge amount of detail of either, but I still had fun knowing the places.
Unfortunately, I knew much about it before reading it, and this is one book that’s much better to go into totally cold. Reading the hardcover book’s jacket is fine. Reading book descriptions and reviews is not. I still enjoyed it, but I think I’d have loved it even more had I known nothing other than what’s on the book’s cover; in other words, virtually nothing.
So that leads me to my dilemma. I want to highly recommend this book to my real world book club, but I don’t want members to expect too much detail when they ask me about it, and I really don’t want them looking it up. That might be a bit of a problem.
August 12, 2015
I just settled a debate with myself. If you don’t know the premise of this book already, I decided not to be the one to tell you. As it happened, I did read this with foreknowledge and suspect I would have enjoyed it more without knowing the twist. Fowler gets to it soon enough. And if your jaw doesn’t drop, expect, at a minimum, to crack a smile.
Sans spoilers, I can still set the stage. Rosemary Cooke is a university student in California and in most ways fairly typical. She deviates most notably with a desire to blend in quietly – that and an odd connection to a fellow student who had acted up in a very public way over a boyfriend. The more Rosemary tells us of herself, the more hints we get of an unusual past. She came from a loving and broad-minded family, but one that ultimately saw older brother Lowell and close-in-age sister Fern leaving home. The circumstances leading up to this are the driving force of the narrative, and a delayed aftermath propels the story from there.
Shortening the summary now seems like an especially good call. With so much space left on the page, short-shrifting premise and plot, I won’t feel guilty going on about the writing instead. As the Booker committee would no doubt agree (they short-listed this for the prize in 2014, the first year American authors were eligible), it’s very well done. It’s stylish, witty and insightful, as I hope these examples support:
As for themes, I’ll remain guarded and elliptical, but will say that they resonate. Family dynamics featuring loss often do. Despite the fact that most readers will have no first-hand experience relating to the Cooke family’s drama, Rosemary is such an engaging narrator that we can’t help but see clearly through her eyes. A big part of the payoff is witnessing how she comes to view her own remodeled self.
Sans spoilers, I can still set the stage. Rosemary Cooke is a university student in California and in most ways fairly typical. She deviates most notably with a desire to blend in quietly – that and an odd connection to a fellow student who had acted up in a very public way over a boyfriend. The more Rosemary tells us of herself, the more hints we get of an unusual past. She came from a loving and broad-minded family, but one that ultimately saw older brother Lowell and close-in-age sister Fern leaving home. The circumstances leading up to this are the driving force of the narrative, and a delayed aftermath propels the story from there.
Shortening the summary now seems like an especially good call. With so much space left on the page, short-shrifting premise and plot, I won’t feel guilty going on about the writing instead. As the Booker committee would no doubt agree (they short-listed this for the prize in 2014, the first year American authors were eligible), it’s very well done. It’s stylish, witty and insightful, as I hope these examples support:
"Antagonism in my family comes wrapped in layers of code, sideways feints, full deniability."
"Parents are too innocent for the Boschian landscapes of middle school."
"When I run the world, librarians will be exempt from tragedy. Even their smaller sorrows will last only for as long as you can take out a book."
"2012. An election year in the U.S., as if you needed to be reminded, the vituperative tunes of the Ayn Rand Marching Band bleating from the airwaves."
"…the uncanny-valley response wherein people respond ever more positively to robots or images that approximate human likeness, until a breaking point where the almost-but-not-quite human gives us the creeps."
As for themes, I’ll remain guarded and elliptical, but will say that they resonate. Family dynamics featuring loss often do. Despite the fact that most readers will have no first-hand experience relating to the Cooke family’s drama, Rosemary is such an engaging narrator that we can’t help but see clearly through her eyes. A big part of the payoff is witnessing how she comes to view her own remodeled self.
April 24, 2017
Update: $1.99 Kindle special today! I loved it. --- For those who missed this book - it's a great discussion read!
I'm sure my other review must be around some place .... either way, this book is terrific ... less money than a cup of Starbucks latte!
Where the heck is my original review?
I read it when this book first came out...
Seems we had a long discussion going!
I say WOW!!!!! Emotionally charged!!!
It's a terrific book club pick!
Much to discuss!
Many side themes as well as major themes!!
I'm sure my other review must be around some place .... either way, this book is terrific ... less money than a cup of Starbucks latte!
Where the heck is my original review?
I read it when this book first came out...
Seems we had a long discussion going!
I say WOW!!!!! Emotionally charged!!!
It's a terrific book club pick!
Much to discuss!
Many side themes as well as major themes!!
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March 6, 2020…you've arrived smack in the middle of this review. I decided to skip the beginning where I might have discussed the plot, the writing, etc., and I’ll probably skip the end too because if there's no beginning, there’s really no need for an end.
So here we are in the middle, taking time out from the usual review stuff for a little reflection on reading, and life in general. What about a catchy ritzy aphorism to kick us off:
Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.(Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wand)
That's quite a notion, isn't it? Actually, having typed it out word by word, I now see more in it than I did when I first read it. It is a very sobering statement, the more I think about it. In fact, I'm completely bowled over by it, and not exactly in a good way. It makes me feel as if I've been punched - ouch! - in the stomach...now my heart is racing, there are black spots before my eyes...I can hardly breath...(you see, sometimes (i'm whispering here because it's hard to admit this) sometimes, i don't see...sometimes i just don't see a lot to admire in certain books...i miss all the gems others seem to find in them....so if books are mirrors, as zafon says, does that mean i’m...empty inside? that there's nothing much there? this is a dark moment in my reading life...and it’s particularly scary because I failed to see anything at all in zafon's book and he somehow, magically perhaps, knew that I would fail with his book...yes, he knew that....and he wrote that line just to make me panic, to make me hyperventilate, to turn me into a...hysterical...babbling....mess...Help, Help!)
Maybe what I need right now is an aphorism from Karen Joy Fowler's narrator - who is inclined to be hysterical and uses aphorisms to calm herself down:
Sometimes you best avoid talking by being quiet...
....but sometimes you best avoid talking by talking.
Phew! The second part of that Fowlerism was a relief. I thought I might have to go on and on filling the middle of this review with blank space which certainly wasn't going to make me feel less hysterical. Typing actual words is helping to calm me down though. My thanks to KJF for rescuing me from that nightmarish Catchy Ritzy Zaphorism!
So now that I'm calm again, I can further investigate this problem I have with certain books and authors, how I often fail to see the merit in them that others see, and I'm talking about books nominated for prestigious prizes - so it's a really serious situation. For example, I read a Pulitzer Prize winner earlier this year and it seemed to me to have more in common with the Harry Potter series than with adult literature. I really must be sadly out of step with today's reading tastes, and somewhere out there I'm sure someone is saying that it's all a matter of bloody-mindedness, that I’m too blinkered to see the value of the text before my eyes and that instead, I'm wasting everyone's time harping on about what's missing.
KJF has a very fitting aphorism on that subject too:
The sunset you see is always better than the one you don’t.
She goes on to say More stars are always better than less.
(I think she must be on goodreads ;-)
There's no doubt that KJF is a very positive-sounding person, and as I've spent some not unpleasant hours in her company, you'll be relieved to hear that a little of her positivity has rubbed off on me. So it's a good moment to mention that I'm always looking for humour in an author's writing, even in writing concerned with so-called 'serious' subjects - and I'm talking about humour that goes beyond the annoying smart-ass tone that authors like to give their narrators in order to keep readers reading deliberately emotionally-hyped content (yes, both the narrator and the content of this prize-winning book fit that pattern). I like to find some awareness that authors know how to laugh at both themselves and what they have created. So I was pleased to find a deeply funny line in this book which caused me to mentally pat KJF on the head. But because the book is structured so carefully around not having its central theme revealed until close to the middle, I'll have to put the funny line inside spoiler tags.
Although the main themes of the book were not intended to be comic, I really laughed out loud at that line, and...
So here we are in the middle, taking time out from the usual review stuff for a little reflection on reading, and life in general. What about a catchy ritzy aphorism to kick us off:
Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.(Carlos Ruiz Zafon, The Shadow of the Wand)
That's quite a notion, isn't it? Actually, having typed it out word by word, I now see more in it than I did when I first read it. It is a very sobering statement, the more I think about it. In fact, I'm completely bowled over by it, and not exactly in a good way. It makes me feel as if I've been punched - ouch! - in the stomach...now my heart is racing, there are black spots before my eyes...I can hardly breath...(you see, sometimes (i'm whispering here because it's hard to admit this) sometimes, i don't see...sometimes i just don't see a lot to admire in certain books...i miss all the gems others seem to find in them....so if books are mirrors, as zafon says, does that mean i’m...empty inside? that there's nothing much there? this is a dark moment in my reading life...and it’s particularly scary because I failed to see anything at all in zafon's book and he somehow, magically perhaps, knew that I would fail with his book...yes, he knew that....and he wrote that line just to make me panic, to make me hyperventilate, to turn me into a...hysterical...babbling....mess...Help, Help!)
Maybe what I need right now is an aphorism from Karen Joy Fowler's narrator - who is inclined to be hysterical and uses aphorisms to calm herself down:
Sometimes you best avoid talking by being quiet...
....but sometimes you best avoid talking by talking.
Phew! The second part of that Fowlerism was a relief. I thought I might have to go on and on filling the middle of this review with blank space which certainly wasn't going to make me feel less hysterical. Typing actual words is helping to calm me down though. My thanks to KJF for rescuing me from that nightmarish Catchy Ritzy Zaphorism!
So now that I'm calm again, I can further investigate this problem I have with certain books and authors, how I often fail to see the merit in them that others see, and I'm talking about books nominated for prestigious prizes - so it's a really serious situation. For example, I read a Pulitzer Prize winner earlier this year and it seemed to me to have more in common with the Harry Potter series than with adult literature. I really must be sadly out of step with today's reading tastes, and somewhere out there I'm sure someone is saying that it's all a matter of bloody-mindedness, that I’m too blinkered to see the value of the text before my eyes and that instead, I'm wasting everyone's time harping on about what's missing.
KJF has a very fitting aphorism on that subject too:
The sunset you see is always better than the one you don’t.
She goes on to say More stars are always better than less.
(I think she must be on goodreads ;-)
There's no doubt that KJF is a very positive-sounding person, and as I've spent some not unpleasant hours in her company, you'll be relieved to hear that a little of her positivity has rubbed off on me. So it's a good moment to mention that I'm always looking for humour in an author's writing, even in writing concerned with so-called 'serious' subjects - and I'm talking about humour that goes beyond the annoying smart-ass tone that authors like to give their narrators in order to keep readers reading deliberately emotionally-hyped content (yes, both the narrator and the content of this prize-winning book fit that pattern). I like to find some awareness that authors know how to laugh at both themselves and what they have created. So I was pleased to find a deeply funny line in this book which caused me to mentally pat KJF on the head. But because the book is structured so carefully around not having its central theme revealed until close to the middle, I'll have to put the funny line inside spoiler tags.
Although the main themes of the book were not intended to be comic, I really laughed out loud at that line, and...
December 9, 2020
I have an addiction.
It's a little something called "buying every book I see in a used bookstore that has won a major award and excusing it under the guise of becoming a genius / vague self-betterment / pretension."
Which is what happened with this one.
And this was...a strange reading experience?
I mean, it was fine. It was cool. Okay no not cool but yes fine. Average.
I liked the theme of anti-animal cruelty.
But otherwise this wasn't much up my alley.
Bottom line: Not bad just not for me et cetera and so on.
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uh...
not really sure what i just read.
review to come / 3 stars
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we really ARE all completely beside ourselves
It's a little something called "buying every book I see in a used bookstore that has won a major award and excusing it under the guise of becoming a genius / vague self-betterment / pretension."
Which is what happened with this one.
And this was...a strange reading experience?
I mean, it was fine. It was cool. Okay no not cool but yes fine. Average.
I liked the theme of anti-animal cruelty.
But otherwise this wasn't much up my alley.
Bottom line: Not bad just not for me et cetera and so on.
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uh...
not really sure what i just read.
review to come / 3 stars
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we really ARE all completely beside ourselves
January 2, 2015
Further proof that the 2014 Man Booker Prize was an absolute farce. I was enjoying this novel until it went all Jane Goodall. I applaud its use of an unconventional narrative structure and Fowler's humourous prose but the plot just bored me. Like a sandwich from Quiznos, I had to really force myself to finish it. It would be fine without all the monkey business.
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January 21, 2021There is no rating because I did not finish. I decided not to put myself through books I do not enjoy or at least make me feel something so you will probably see me abandon more books from now on.
I decided to read this novel because the title sounded so interesting and it was shortlisted for The Booker Prize (why I can’t imagine).
The novel heavily depends on a big reveal (at around 25%) which was spoiled for me by many reviews. Because of that, I highly recommend anyone who wants to try this to be careful what reviews they chose to read. Having said that, the way the mystery was wowed around the big reveal was badly handled, IMO. I was underwhelmed about how the story was written before that moment and I quit shortly after. I asked myself, would my experience have been different had I not guessed the truth about one of the characters? I think yes, mainly because I thought the writing to be pretty bad anyway. I really do not understand why the Booker Jury decided this novel was prize material. I do not think this is literary fiction at all. As Paul Fulcher wrote in his review, it fits better as a book club choice. It is not a bad thing but it builds expectations that are too high for what the novel delivers.
I decided to read this novel because the title sounded so interesting and it was shortlisted for The Booker Prize (why I can’t imagine).
The novel heavily depends on a big reveal (at around 25%) which was spoiled for me by many reviews. Because of that, I highly recommend anyone who wants to try this to be careful what reviews they chose to read. Having said that, the way the mystery was wowed around the big reveal was badly handled, IMO. I was underwhelmed about how the story was written before that moment and I quit shortly after. I asked myself, would my experience have been different had I not guessed the truth about one of the characters? I think yes, mainly because I thought the writing to be pretty bad anyway. I really do not understand why the Booker Jury decided this novel was prize material. I do not think this is literary fiction at all. As Paul Fulcher wrote in his review, it fits better as a book club choice. It is not a bad thing but it builds expectations that are too high for what the novel delivers.
March 23, 2017
5 Stars.
I am Completely Overwhelmed with Emotion. And this is, without a doubt, one of my favorite books of the year.
We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves is the story of the Cooke’s, a wholly dysfunctional family, narrated by the youngest of three children, Rosemary. Rosemary grew up in a household, surrounded by attention, chaos and love. She and her siblings were incredibly close, and Rosemary and her sister Fern did everything together. And they adored their big brother Lowell. Rosemary was a “Chatty-Cathy.” They couldn’t get her to keep quiet. Then one day, she stopped talking. And her brother Lowell ran away and everything changed.
Throughout the years, Rosemary kept to herself and has never let anyone in. No one knows her. She doesn’t even know herself. And her family? They barely talk to each other. And they certainly don’t help each other. Why, you ask? To answer that, I’m afraid you must pick up this incredibly brilliant novel and find out for yourself.
Rosemary Cooke’s sarcasm and witty remarks had me laughing out loud, unable to stop. I was literally, completely beside myself. I understood Rosemary. Her crazy talkativeness as a child and sudden aloof, reserved behavior and inability to let anyone in, which only grew worse as time went on. In Rosemary, I recognized a kindred spirit. I adored her vocab and thought it was brilliant. When I was a child/teenager, I too, used to look up new words in the dictionary (in the days when we all had landlines and answering machines, a/k/a the 80’s). My parents let me leave the message on the answering machine and I would say something to the effect of: “You have reached the W__’s, the word for the day is circumloquacious, if you can define it and spell it correctly, we’ll call you back.” Sadly, no one ever did (define it or spell it, correctly or otherwise), yet I continued to change the word every day, for months.
In We Are Completely Beside Ourselves, Karen Joy Fowler’s writing style struck a nerve. To say that the storyline blew me away is an understatement. The timeline jumped from different periods in Rosemary’s life and back again. I found that this lended well to the heart of the novel and these truly unique characters. What more can I say? I loved them all. And I hope you will too.
Published on Goodreads and Amazon on 3/22/17.
I am Completely Overwhelmed with Emotion. And this is, without a doubt, one of my favorite books of the year.
We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves is the story of the Cooke’s, a wholly dysfunctional family, narrated by the youngest of three children, Rosemary. Rosemary grew up in a household, surrounded by attention, chaos and love. She and her siblings were incredibly close, and Rosemary and her sister Fern did everything together. And they adored their big brother Lowell. Rosemary was a “Chatty-Cathy.” They couldn’t get her to keep quiet. Then one day, she stopped talking. And her brother Lowell ran away and everything changed.
Throughout the years, Rosemary kept to herself and has never let anyone in. No one knows her. She doesn’t even know herself. And her family? They barely talk to each other. And they certainly don’t help each other. Why, you ask? To answer that, I’m afraid you must pick up this incredibly brilliant novel and find out for yourself.
Rosemary Cooke’s sarcasm and witty remarks had me laughing out loud, unable to stop. I was literally, completely beside myself. I understood Rosemary. Her crazy talkativeness as a child and sudden aloof, reserved behavior and inability to let anyone in, which only grew worse as time went on. In Rosemary, I recognized a kindred spirit. I adored her vocab and thought it was brilliant. When I was a child/teenager, I too, used to look up new words in the dictionary (in the days when we all had landlines and answering machines, a/k/a the 80’s). My parents let me leave the message on the answering machine and I would say something to the effect of: “You have reached the W__’s, the word for the day is circumloquacious, if you can define it and spell it correctly, we’ll call you back.” Sadly, no one ever did (define it or spell it, correctly or otherwise), yet I continued to change the word every day, for months.
In We Are Completely Beside Ourselves, Karen Joy Fowler’s writing style struck a nerve. To say that the storyline blew me away is an understatement. The timeline jumped from different periods in Rosemary’s life and back again. I found that this lended well to the heart of the novel and these truly unique characters. What more can I say? I loved them all. And I hope you will too.
Published on Goodreads and Amazon on 3/22/17.
March 30, 2014
5+++++++++ STARS 5++++++ 5+++++
I have people in my yard --and little time to write a review --yet I could talk about this book for hours. Its a book which will leave a LASTING impression with me on 'many' accounts.
Here is a wonderful line in the book....(I just LIKED it) ---yet its not even what I would speak about FOR HOURS...
Here is the 'gem' (this is for YOU book lovers):
"When I run the world, librarians will be exempt from tragedy. Even their smaller sorrows will last only for as long as you can take out a book."
I have people in my yard --and little time to write a review --yet I could talk about this book for hours. Its a book which will leave a LASTING impression with me on 'many' accounts.
Here is a wonderful line in the book....(I just LIKED it) ---yet its not even what I would speak about FOR HOURS...
Here is the 'gem' (this is for YOU book lovers):
"When I run the world, librarians will be exempt from tragedy. Even their smaller sorrows will last only for as long as you can take out a book."
January 5, 2022
We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves has generated a lot of hype and gathered a large amount of positive reception, including praise from authors such as Ursula K. Le Guin and Andrea Barrett. But undoubtedly the biggest boost of all was the inclusion on the shortlist for the Booker Prize. This year's Booker was the first of its kind, as it has controversially accepted works by authors from outside the UK and the Commonwealth - and for a moment it looked as if the book by Karen Joy Fowler, an American, had a serious chance of winning it. I was not familiar with her work at all - I only know that she wrote The Jane Austen Book Club, which my mom really liked.
The award went to Richard Flanagan, an Australian, for his The Narrow Road to the Deep North, which I still haven't read - but I'm on a quest to read every Booker winner (and nominee), and will eventually get to it as well. However, after finishing We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, I have mixed feelings about its nomination - I can definitely see the reasons why it was included, but personally believe that it did not belong there.
We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves revolves around a single narrative development - a a big reveal around 1/3 in the book. But the problem is that I'm not sure if it was supposed to really be a plot twist - the book is structured as to not let the reader discover it before it's revealed by the narrator, but the information has not been exactly secret: it's been included in press releases and in many reviews. I've purposefully avoided any information about the book prior to actually reading it - it's very easy to spoil, and I think the overall effect will be lessened if you know this particular plot detail.
And it is this detail which makes the book exceedingly difficult to review, or discuss, without spoiling it for other readers - but I will nonetheless try to do my best, and divide the review into two sections: one where I discuss the spoiler, and subsequently a spoiler-free zone where I'll present my general remarks.
The spoiler section:
Non-spoiler area: We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves falls prey to its central theme: it holds everything together, and if we were to remove it everything would fall down like a house of cards. The book offers very little that isn't a vessel made for carrying this theme, and even what's offered is pretty bland. I couldn't relate to Rosemary and be interested in her college trials, and didn't care about any of the other characters. Although Fowler acknowledges that the issue presented is a difficult one, the book avoids presenting a different view and experience via another character. Ultimately, Rosemary's story, her college experience, family ties, and specific relationship with her sister are little more than a vehicle for the author to advance her point of view. Again, it's not a point of view I find particularly disagreeable, but I wanted to read a novel, and not a pamphlet.
The award went to Richard Flanagan, an Australian, for his The Narrow Road to the Deep North, which I still haven't read - but I'm on a quest to read every Booker winner (and nominee), and will eventually get to it as well. However, after finishing We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, I have mixed feelings about its nomination - I can definitely see the reasons why it was included, but personally believe that it did not belong there.
We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves revolves around a single narrative development - a a big reveal around 1/3 in the book. But the problem is that I'm not sure if it was supposed to really be a plot twist - the book is structured as to not let the reader discover it before it's revealed by the narrator, but the information has not been exactly secret: it's been included in press releases and in many reviews. I've purposefully avoided any information about the book prior to actually reading it - it's very easy to spoil, and I think the overall effect will be lessened if you know this particular plot detail.
And it is this detail which makes the book exceedingly difficult to review, or discuss, without spoiling it for other readers - but I will nonetheless try to do my best, and divide the review into two sections: one where I discuss the spoiler, and subsequently a spoiler-free zone where I'll present my general remarks.
The spoiler section:
Non-spoiler area: We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves falls prey to its central theme: it holds everything together, and if we were to remove it everything would fall down like a house of cards. The book offers very little that isn't a vessel made for carrying this theme, and even what's offered is pretty bland. I couldn't relate to Rosemary and be interested in her college trials, and didn't care about any of the other characters. Although Fowler acknowledges that the issue presented is a difficult one, the book avoids presenting a different view and experience via another character. Ultimately, Rosemary's story, her college experience, family ties, and specific relationship with her sister are little more than a vehicle for the author to advance her point of view. Again, it's not a point of view I find particularly disagreeable, but I wanted to read a novel, and not a pamphlet.
August 27, 2017
I dont know what i was expecting when i picked this up but im so glad i did.
I loved this book.
Such an unusual story.
Short chapters.
Learned so much. Lots to think about the welfare of animals.
Very emotional.
I knew nothing about this book going in and im so glad. The less you know the better.
I loved this book.
Such an unusual story.
Short chapters.
Learned so much. Lots to think about the welfare of animals.
Very emotional.
I knew nothing about this book going in and im so glad. The less you know the better.
October 28, 2021
Rosemary Cooke talked non-stop as a child in Bloomington, Indiana but grew up to be a quiet student at The University of California, Davis. She's been in college too long, unable to settle on a major and troubled by the long ago disappearance of her sister and brother.
We come to learn that Rosemary's father was an experimental psychologist and - around the time Rosemary was born - the Cooke family took in an infant chimp to raise as a member of the family. The chimp, Fern, was reared as a sister to Rosemary and her older brother Lowell until she 'disappeared' when Rosemary was five years old.
Karen Joy Fowler does a masterful job of slowly revealing how this incident profoundly affected the Cooke household. We come to know, understand, and empathize with each member of the family (mom, dad, Lowell, and Rosemary) as they deal with the effects of this aborted experiment. Some light relief is provided by Rosemary's interactions with college acquaintances, which also gives us insight into her behavior and personality.
This is a deeply moving, though somewhat disturbing, story with lessons to teach about how humans treat our fellow animals. Good book, highly recommended.
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May 21, 2014
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4.5 Stars
This is the story of three siblings: Rosemary (who stayed), Lowell (who went), and Fern (who was taken away).
The only reason I even gave this book a chance was because some of my Goodreads friends were reading it and giving it many stars. I mean, the other book I recognized as being written by the author was The Jane Austen Book Club, the title of which alone makes me think I’d choose to take a hot poker to the eye rather than read. It probably goes without saying that upon the start I was prepared for a 2-Star quality selection at best.
Holy crap was I wrong. Sadly, this is one of those books where I really can’t say anything without potentially giving everything away, so you’ll just have to trust me when I say We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves was this close to being rated 5 Stars by me (it loses half a point only for occasionally taking itself a little too serious with the scientific mumbo-jumbo which caused my attention to wane).
I love reading a book that makes me ask: “How in the heck did someone come up with this premise????" Not only does this book do that, but it does it with impeccable timing, an effortless flow between the past and the present, and a narrator with a dry humored delivery that made her so believable. Oh, and dare I forget to mention – I found myself getting a little choked up more than once. Me, the woman with no heart. Imagine what it might do to all of you who aren’t emotionally unavailable . . .
I feel confident in saying that this will go down as one of the best books I read in 2014 and I hope to always remember that “in the phrase human being, the word being is much more important than the word human."
(As for the poker chip, you’ll have to read the book for yourself in order to figure its significance)
4.5 Stars
“In everyone’s life there are people who stay and people who go and people who are taken away against their will.”
This is the story of three siblings: Rosemary (who stayed), Lowell (who went), and Fern (who was taken away).
The only reason I even gave this book a chance was because some of my Goodreads friends were reading it and giving it many stars. I mean, the other book I recognized as being written by the author was The Jane Austen Book Club, the title of which alone makes me think I’d choose to take a hot poker to the eye rather than read. It probably goes without saying that upon the start I was prepared for a 2-Star quality selection at best.
Holy crap was I wrong. Sadly, this is one of those books where I really can’t say anything without potentially giving everything away, so you’ll just have to trust me when I say We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves was this close to being rated 5 Stars by me (it loses half a point only for occasionally taking itself a little too serious with the scientific mumbo-jumbo which caused my attention to wane).
I love reading a book that makes me ask: “How in the heck did someone come up with this premise????" Not only does this book do that, but it does it with impeccable timing, an effortless flow between the past and the present, and a narrator with a dry humored delivery that made her so believable. Oh, and dare I forget to mention – I found myself getting a little choked up more than once. Me, the woman with no heart. Imagine what it might do to all of you who aren’t emotionally unavailable . . .
I feel confident in saying that this will go down as one of the best books I read in 2014 and I hope to always remember that “in the phrase human being, the word being is much more important than the word human."
(As for the poker chip, you’ll have to read the book for yourself in order to figure its significance)
February 10, 2017
What a surprisingly interesting read.
There's plenty of food for thought, right from the announcement that Rosemary had her "Own personal Schrodinger's Cat," to her insistence that memories cannot be trusted. Even so, these minor reveals are not the important pieces that frame this narrative structure. They may be emotional and harrowing, but the novel is much more than just this.
It's really about our place in the universe and how "Others" fit within it, as well.
I was confused from the very start why this was nominated for a Nebula award, though not so much for why it was nominated for the Booker. The writing is very good and the number of topics and narrative juggling was as smooth as any I've seen.
There are no aliens in this tale. There are humans and apes.
I can't tell you how clever the afterthought works unless you read it yourself. Mind you, there aren't any twists. There are only after-effects.
This is a very psychological and sociological novel set up as a near-twin study and an attempt to obliterate social differences by simply raising both children the same at the same time, but instead of getting a well-ordered experiment, life happens.
In the end, though, I'm stuck in a quandary.
Is there any real difference between Rosemary's brother Lowell and Fern? Chimps or aliens, the question is entirely the same. Is it just to treat "Others" any different than we treat ourselves? And, obviously, shouldn't we be treating ourselves better?
These are the SF questions that I've seen a hundred times, and it's a real delight to see them brought so close to home. We can easily transfer Fern into our own brothers and sisters, or anyone who has mental illness, and see for ourselves just how poorly we treat our own. Imprisonment is imprisonment, no matter how you justify it or rename it. The whole idea falls into a fractal in this novel, applying itself to gender studies just as much as interspecies considerations, or even the episodic stories we tell ourselves to justify the things we've done. Memory is just as much a prison as anything.
Again: This novel was a real delight! :)
An easy read, too, believe it or not. :)
There's plenty of food for thought, right from the announcement that Rosemary had her "Own personal Schrodinger's Cat," to her insistence that memories cannot be trusted. Even so, these minor reveals are not the important pieces that frame this narrative structure. They may be emotional and harrowing, but the novel is much more than just this.
It's really about our place in the universe and how "Others" fit within it, as well.
I was confused from the very start why this was nominated for a Nebula award, though not so much for why it was nominated for the Booker. The writing is very good and the number of topics and narrative juggling was as smooth as any I've seen.
There are no aliens in this tale. There are humans and apes.
I can't tell you how clever the afterthought works unless you read it yourself. Mind you, there aren't any twists. There are only after-effects.
This is a very psychological and sociological novel set up as a near-twin study and an attempt to obliterate social differences by simply raising both children the same at the same time, but instead of getting a well-ordered experiment, life happens.
In the end, though, I'm stuck in a quandary.
Is there any real difference between Rosemary's brother Lowell and Fern? Chimps or aliens, the question is entirely the same. Is it just to treat "Others" any different than we treat ourselves? And, obviously, shouldn't we be treating ourselves better?
These are the SF questions that I've seen a hundred times, and it's a real delight to see them brought so close to home. We can easily transfer Fern into our own brothers and sisters, or anyone who has mental illness, and see for ourselves just how poorly we treat our own. Imprisonment is imprisonment, no matter how you justify it or rename it. The whole idea falls into a fractal in this novel, applying itself to gender studies just as much as interspecies considerations, or even the episodic stories we tell ourselves to justify the things we've done. Memory is just as much a prison as anything.
Again: This novel was a real delight! :)
An easy read, too, believe it or not. :)
February 9, 2019
A dysfunctional family story used to consider primates in research. It falls somewhere between a soft agitated oo oo and an outraged shriek over animal rights.
The first 100 or so pages reminded me of a former co-worker. He had long, loud personal telephone calls in a shared workspace. They were awkward and convoluted because he avoided personal pronouns as well as names using “this person” and “that person.” When he later made his big reveal, it didn’t get much reaction. Just polite comments about cologne making a lovely gift for his boyfriend. The big reveal here felt equally flat.
There’s plenty to learn about our closest living relatives.
The first 100 or so pages reminded me of a former co-worker. He had long, loud personal telephone calls in a shared workspace. They were awkward and convoluted because he avoided personal pronouns as well as names using “this person” and “that person.” When he later made his big reveal, it didn’t get much reaction. Just polite comments about cologne making a lovely gift for his boyfriend. The big reveal here felt equally flat.
There’s plenty to learn about our closest living relatives.
You might be shown the photos of space chimps in their helmets, grinning from ear to ear, and you might feel an urge to tell the rest of the class that chimps grin like that only when they’re frightened, that no amount of time among humans will change it. Those happy-looking space chimps in those pictures are frankly terrified and maybe you just barely stop yourself from saying so.
July 14, 2013
This was a very different type of novel for this author, a novel that was not easy to write because at any time it could have easily crossed over into the absurd and it did not. It was humorous at times but always at the core there was an element of seriousness.
This is a story that covers many complex issues, 1970's was a time of experimental animal psychology which of course led to many animal abuses and stories, that at times are very difficult to read. It is really too bad that in the book's synopsis it gives away so much because it was not until the second part of the book that the reader is made aware of exactly who this family was comprised of, a feat I found amazing.
So this can be a condemnation of the animal experiments, a warning to us perhaps about overreaching, and at times it almost bordered on the preachy, but just when I thought that the author would pull back.
This is also a coming of age story. Rosemary now a young adult looking back at her childhood and childhood self, a story about the reliability of memory. Does one remember the event or just the retelling of the event? Also family, what does it mean to be a family and exactly what do we owe other family members?
Any way one wants to read this, it is well done, interesting, and animal lovers will surely be appalled but maybe it is something we all need to think about. How much do we allow in the progress of the sciences?
June 28, 2013
Ok, so this book is receiving high critical acclaim, yet I gave it 3 stars. Let me try to explain. I think Fowler's writing is mostly fine. There were a few points where the figurative language seemed forced to me, but no huge complaints. I liked the way Fowler often spoke directly to the reader.
The plotting was fine too. It didn't bother me that she skipped from the middle of the story to the past and the present. It didn't bother me a bit that "the reveal", which you'd have to be living in a cave not to know, is delayed.
I loved thinking about the theme of exactly what it is that makes us human. There were thought provoking observations such as this: "If chimps watch a demonstration of how to get food out of a puzzle box, they, in turn, skip any unnecessary steps, go straight to the treat. Human children over-imitate, reproducing each step regardless of its necessity." The behavioral psychology of animals/humans was often fascinating and always well researched.
What I did not care about was the Cooke family. I was not drawn into the family dynamics of that group at all. I was not interested in their togetherness, alienation and eventual reconciliation. The only relationship that I cared about was Rosemary and Fern. Without characters to care about, I should have read a non-fiction account of the experiments in co-existence among the species done in the 1930's. I saw no value in going into so much detail about Rosemary's roommates or crazy acquaintances. The animal activist parts were especially annoying. It became a little preachy to me.
Ezra, Rosemary's landlord and a very minor character was my favorite. He says, "The secret to a good life is to bring your A game to everything you do. Even if all you're doing is taking out the garbage, you do that with excellence." I already knew this but liked the reminder.
Never once could I remember the title of this book. Yeah, "Life is all about arrivals and departures". I think I better depart right here before some of the rabid lovers of this book find out where I live.
The plotting was fine too. It didn't bother me that she skipped from the middle of the story to the past and the present. It didn't bother me a bit that "the reveal", which you'd have to be living in a cave not to know, is delayed.
I loved thinking about the theme of exactly what it is that makes us human. There were thought provoking observations such as this: "If chimps watch a demonstration of how to get food out of a puzzle box, they, in turn, skip any unnecessary steps, go straight to the treat. Human children over-imitate, reproducing each step regardless of its necessity." The behavioral psychology of animals/humans was often fascinating and always well researched.
What I did not care about was the Cooke family. I was not drawn into the family dynamics of that group at all. I was not interested in their togetherness, alienation and eventual reconciliation. The only relationship that I cared about was Rosemary and Fern. Without characters to care about, I should have read a non-fiction account of the experiments in co-existence among the species done in the 1930's. I saw no value in going into so much detail about Rosemary's roommates or crazy acquaintances. The animal activist parts were especially annoying. It became a little preachy to me.
Ezra, Rosemary's landlord and a very minor character was my favorite. He says, "The secret to a good life is to bring your A game to everything you do. Even if all you're doing is taking out the garbage, you do that with excellence." I already knew this but liked the reminder.
Never once could I remember the title of this book. Yeah, "Life is all about arrivals and departures". I think I better depart right here before some of the rabid lovers of this book find out where I live.
May 21, 2015
I found the Fowler's book compelling and I'm glad that I knew very little about it before I began reading. The story became a discovery....I felt like I was along for a very emotional ride. It is a story of a dysfunctional family, of discovery of self, of the role of memory and recovery of childhood memory in adulthood, of loss, all through the eyes of daughter Rosemary. There is humor, pathos, anger, hurt, disappointment, love and hate, all the emotions you would expect to find between human beings within and outside of a family.
Memory isn't linear and family life doesn't seem to be either. Issues of loss, identity, self, etc also mess with the orderly passage of time and life. This non-linear pattern is reflected in the structure of the novel. I think the power of the story would have been eroded with a more standard narrative. We need to be "in" the confusion.
While there are so many more things that I could say about the book, I'd much rather say "read it!" "experience it for yourself." This is unlike any book I've read before as a novel of a family life and reads almost like a memoir.
The more I have thought about and discussed the book, the more I have decided that I need to increase my rating to 5* from my original 4. There is so much in this novel to appreciate..
Memory isn't linear and family life doesn't seem to be either. Issues of loss, identity, self, etc also mess with the orderly passage of time and life. This non-linear pattern is reflected in the structure of the novel. I think the power of the story would have been eroded with a more standard narrative. We need to be "in" the confusion.
While there are so many more things that I could say about the book, I'd much rather say "read it!" "experience it for yourself." This is unlike any book I've read before as a novel of a family life and reads almost like a memoir.
The more I have thought about and discussed the book, the more I have decided that I need to increase my rating to 5* from my original 4. There is so much in this novel to appreciate..
May 23, 2014
Just two stars for this one because for me it was just an okay book. No spoilers but the big reveal about Fern which is supposed to make the book more interesting just ruined it for me. I was expecting one thing and got another and it all became a bit too wacko for my taste. Rosemary was a very weak, unlikeable character and I just wanted to smack Harlow. And then for a big finale we discover that Rosemary's memory of events was not to be relied upon anyway. So basically it was all for nothing.
May 3, 2013
The most absorbing books I read have a vital lesson at their core: they teach me what it means to be human. Karen Joy Fowler’s latest book tackles this crucial theme and by doing so, captured my heart and reduced me to tears.
There is no getting around that this is an agenda book. Ms. Fowler’s purpose is to show us—through fiction—that the most complicated animal – the human animal can be disastrous to the rest of the animal kingdom through sheer arrogance.
Typically, I avoid authorial intrusion like the plague. But this book was so compulsively readable, so original, and so psychologically nuanced that I couldn’t help but turn the pages compulsively.
Rosemary Cooke, our narrator, is the daughter of a family of scientists. It takes her 77 pages to reveal a central truism of her life (which, inexplicably, is revealed by the publisher on every book blurb about this novel): she spent the first eighteen years of her life defined by the fact that she was raised as “twins” with a chimpanzee named Fern.
“I tell you Fern is a chimp and already, you aren’t thinking of her as my sister,” Ms. Fowler writes. “You’re thinking instead that we loved her as if she were some kind of pet.” But that just wasn’t so. Rosemary astutely realized that her father was not really studying whether chimps could communicate as humans. Rather, he is asking, “can Rosemary learn to speak to chimpanzees.”
Fern is sent away when Rosemary turns five, for reasons that remain obscure through most of the book. But her absence affects Rosemary the way the sudden disappearance of a sister would. By the time she goes to kindergarten, her mother must work with her to stand up straight, not put her fingers into anyone’s mouth or hair, not jump on tables and desks when she is playing, not bite anyone.
Her whole life is impacted by the “experiment” of being raised with her sister Fern. “What a scam I pulled off!” Rosemary reflects. “What a triumph. Apparently, I’d finally erased all those little cues, those maters of personal space, focal distance, facial expression, vocabulary. Apparently all you needed to be considered normal was no evidence to the contrary.”
I believed in the connection between Rosemary and Fern. This emotionally devastating book – which folds back on itself to reveal more and more of the story through false and real memories – confirms what I have long believed: that the rest of the animal kingdom has much to teach us in being human.
There is no getting around that this is an agenda book. Ms. Fowler’s purpose is to show us—through fiction—that the most complicated animal – the human animal can be disastrous to the rest of the animal kingdom through sheer arrogance.
Typically, I avoid authorial intrusion like the plague. But this book was so compulsively readable, so original, and so psychologically nuanced that I couldn’t help but turn the pages compulsively.
Rosemary Cooke, our narrator, is the daughter of a family of scientists. It takes her 77 pages to reveal a central truism of her life (which, inexplicably, is revealed by the publisher on every book blurb about this novel): she spent the first eighteen years of her life defined by the fact that she was raised as “twins” with a chimpanzee named Fern.
“I tell you Fern is a chimp and already, you aren’t thinking of her as my sister,” Ms. Fowler writes. “You’re thinking instead that we loved her as if she were some kind of pet.” But that just wasn’t so. Rosemary astutely realized that her father was not really studying whether chimps could communicate as humans. Rather, he is asking, “can Rosemary learn to speak to chimpanzees.”
Fern is sent away when Rosemary turns five, for reasons that remain obscure through most of the book. But her absence affects Rosemary the way the sudden disappearance of a sister would. By the time she goes to kindergarten, her mother must work with her to stand up straight, not put her fingers into anyone’s mouth or hair, not jump on tables and desks when she is playing, not bite anyone.
Her whole life is impacted by the “experiment” of being raised with her sister Fern. “What a scam I pulled off!” Rosemary reflects. “What a triumph. Apparently, I’d finally erased all those little cues, those maters of personal space, focal distance, facial expression, vocabulary. Apparently all you needed to be considered normal was no evidence to the contrary.”
I believed in the connection between Rosemary and Fern. This emotionally devastating book – which folds back on itself to reveal more and more of the story through false and real memories – confirms what I have long believed: that the rest of the animal kingdom has much to teach us in being human.
November 28, 2021
Due to various comments regarding the "spoilers" in my original review, I have added spoiler tags below. Disclaimer: I do NOT think this review contains spoilers. I'm super careful of this and would never give away an essential surprise of a story. The so-called "spoilers" are the main plot point and are described in detail in the description of the book found above. So if you've read the book description or read anything about this novel in a magazine review or author interview, don't worry about the spoiler tags! But if you're the kind who wants to know nothing about a book before you start reading, go ahead and worry - and don't read the comments!
Fern, and Rosemary are raised together as siblings; they are practically twins. In 1979, when Rosie is 5, Fern disappears. Six years later, Rosie's older brother, Lowell, follows suit. It takes Rosie until she's in her 20s to figure out why (on both counts).
This books starts in the middle, in the mid-90s, when Rosie is in college. She's been in college for a while and has no idea what to do with herself. She likes being a student.
No one at UC Davis knows anything about her, and she wants to keep it that way. Enter Harlow, a wild, wanton drama major, who pulls Rosie out of her shell (and gets her arrested to boot). Harlow and her boyfriend Reg become part of Rosie's story, as do Todd, her roommate, and Ezra, the intense CIA wannabe who is the manager of Rosie's apartment building.
Fowler's novel isn't linear. We get glimpses of memories, usually analyzed with a caveat that memories are often inaccurate (Rosie's dad is a psychologist, so she knows a lot about this, and tells us so).
We don't find out what happened to Lowell until we're more than half-way through. And we don't meet Fern until the end, and even then, there's more, because what story really ends?
I was frustrated with this book at first; some of the college scenes felt drawn out. But Rosie's voice rang true, as did her relationship with Fern.
While working on my master's in linguistics I studied chimpanzee language acquisition, and am anti animal experimentation and for the humane treatment of animals.
If you're not, this book will change your mind.
This is as much Fern's story, as Rosie's story. It's the story of the non-human animal who, in many ways, is more human than we are. It's about losing a sibling, then losing yourself. It's about yearning for something true. And finding it.
Fern, and Rosemary are raised together as siblings; they are practically twins. In 1979, when Rosie is 5, Fern disappears. Six years later, Rosie's older brother, Lowell, follows suit. It takes Rosie until she's in her 20s to figure out why (on both counts).
This books starts in the middle, in the mid-90s, when Rosie is in college. She's been in college for a while and has no idea what to do with herself. She likes being a student.
No one at UC Davis knows anything about her, and she wants to keep it that way. Enter Harlow, a wild, wanton drama major, who pulls Rosie out of her shell (and gets her arrested to boot). Harlow and her boyfriend Reg become part of Rosie's story, as do Todd, her roommate, and Ezra, the intense CIA wannabe who is the manager of Rosie's apartment building.
Fowler's novel isn't linear. We get glimpses of memories, usually analyzed with a caveat that memories are often inaccurate (Rosie's dad is a psychologist, so she knows a lot about this, and tells us so).
We don't find out what happened to Lowell until we're more than half-way through. And we don't meet Fern until the end, and even then, there's more, because what story really ends?
I was frustrated with this book at first; some of the college scenes felt drawn out. But Rosie's voice rang true, as did her relationship with Fern.
While working on my master's in linguistics I studied chimpanzee language acquisition, and am anti animal experimentation and for the humane treatment of animals.
If you're not, this book will change your mind.
This is as much Fern's story, as Rosie's story. It's the story of the non-human animal who, in many ways, is more human than we are. It's about losing a sibling, then losing yourself. It's about yearning for something true. And finding it.
June 10, 2013
Karen Fowler writes Science Fiction stories. Great ones. She’s won the prestigious Nebula Award, not once but twice. Now no doubt you are wondering, so what? If you know anything about Fowler’s tear-provoking, often hilarious, brilliantly realized new novel, “We are All Completely Beside Ourselves,” than surely you know that it isn’t a work of science fiction. If you’ve suffered the misfortune of reading most reviews, than you know this novel’s great reveal. Spoiler alert here: I will give you no spoilers. If, as I suspect, it was the choice of some narrow minded, imagination-impaired PR-type in the publisher’s marketing department to go ahead and splash right on the cover what by rights should be this summer’s most delicious literary reveal, well I won’t abed his sin by repetition. Yes, that tidbit is the backbone of a great plot. Yet at its heart, Fowler’s novel isn’t one of plot, it is a work of character.
So why mention those great sci-fi stories? Likely it is this author’s practiced sci-fi pen that helps here in understanding no plot can overcome the need for great characters. Starships, robots, alternate dimensions, and the most cleverly crafted aliens are no substitute for a character’s essential humanity. All Fowler’s characters in this novel, from the narrator on down, exhibit just the sort of humanity which will make you laugh and weep.
I worry that saying much more will reveal too much.
One thing worthy of note is the excellence of Fowler’s narrator Rosemary, as living, breathing a character as I’ve seen recently on the page. Without mentioning titles or authors, reviewers recently heaped much praise on a novel that was written in a prose of extraordinary grace. The problem with that novel was that the narrator often suffered a ventriloquist dummies’ manhandling when the author stepped into her mouth to make every sort of social observation that strained credulity coming from a sexy motor cycle riding, recent college grad, want-to-be artist. Fowler never makes that mistake. No, Rosemary’s observations all feel genuine to her character, as if this fine author summoned her to page, séance-like. The descriptions are Rosemary’s. The jokes – and they are often just blisteringly funny! – are Rosemary’s. And the tragedy, which comes down on the reader’s chest with the force of a fright train and the stealth of a ninja is likewise Rosemary’s as well. While obviously a creation of Fowler, Rosemary is no mouth piece. Fowler’s perspective characters, always artfully distinct, here add what may be the most elegantly constructed among their number.
Beyond character, Fowler’s novel is also one of ideas, giving thoughtful consideration to notions of love, loss, and attachment, and whether after suffering a great loss one can ever hope to again be made whole. While few if any readers will share Rosemary’s most unusual upbringing, likely all will find much that is familiar in her struggles.
So you’ll laugh, cry, and think. If you’re truly luck, you’ll come to this outstanding novel without the unpleasant baggage of what others will want you to know. If you are among that latter group, I am green with envy.
So why mention those great sci-fi stories? Likely it is this author’s practiced sci-fi pen that helps here in understanding no plot can overcome the need for great characters. Starships, robots, alternate dimensions, and the most cleverly crafted aliens are no substitute for a character’s essential humanity. All Fowler’s characters in this novel, from the narrator on down, exhibit just the sort of humanity which will make you laugh and weep.
I worry that saying much more will reveal too much.
One thing worthy of note is the excellence of Fowler’s narrator Rosemary, as living, breathing a character as I’ve seen recently on the page. Without mentioning titles or authors, reviewers recently heaped much praise on a novel that was written in a prose of extraordinary grace. The problem with that novel was that the narrator often suffered a ventriloquist dummies’ manhandling when the author stepped into her mouth to make every sort of social observation that strained credulity coming from a sexy motor cycle riding, recent college grad, want-to-be artist. Fowler never makes that mistake. No, Rosemary’s observations all feel genuine to her character, as if this fine author summoned her to page, séance-like. The descriptions are Rosemary’s. The jokes – and they are often just blisteringly funny! – are Rosemary’s. And the tragedy, which comes down on the reader’s chest with the force of a fright train and the stealth of a ninja is likewise Rosemary’s as well. While obviously a creation of Fowler, Rosemary is no mouth piece. Fowler’s perspective characters, always artfully distinct, here add what may be the most elegantly constructed among their number.
Beyond character, Fowler’s novel is also one of ideas, giving thoughtful consideration to notions of love, loss, and attachment, and whether after suffering a great loss one can ever hope to again be made whole. While few if any readers will share Rosemary’s most unusual upbringing, likely all will find much that is familiar in her struggles.
So you’ll laugh, cry, and think. If you’re truly luck, you’ll come to this outstanding novel without the unpleasant baggage of what others will want you to know. If you are among that latter group, I am green with envy.
November 5, 2015
"In everyone's life, there are people who stay and people who go and people who are taken against their will."
Who do you remember the most? I asked myself. Those who make part of my primary circle of existence and have enriched my being with their presence? Or those who came and then departed for good, leaving an indelible mark on my life, as it looks today? Or those who, by all means that I could fathom, were supposed to be a part of my life but were disengaged from me with a menacing strike of destiny? I can’t say, honestly. Then I rearranged the words and popped the question to myself again. This time, the answer was clear.
The question: Who do I miss the most?
Rosemary Cooke is in a swamp of agony and pain. She gets up one morning and realizes that her sister, Fern, has been taken away from her. After feigning audacity for many summers and winters, she, at last, acknowledges her inability to overcome this emotional ordeal. She does not want to overcome, in fact. She tries to piece together the being from the vivid memories she has. The faint curtains of childhood plays and innocent tricks that swooshes at her fiery heart cannot veil her helplessness that burns her day and night. She knocks relentlessly at the doors of her parents but hears nothing more than the excruciating silence of their soldered hearts. She pounds, with a maddening howl, the trails of her wayward brother, in search of one, tiny clue to unite her with Fern. But her brother reflects her emptiness like a mirror and she stumbles upon her discolored self in his disturbing, almost resigned, eyes. Amid random strangers and nagging neighbors, erudite academicians and gullible students, she spins her mind, sending darts of questions in all directions, expecting at least one of them to echo her torment and send some optimistic air back at her. But the spinning does not yield anything more than a nauseating headache, reminiscent of her ever-sinking heart.
"An off-told story is like a photograph in a family album. Eventually it replaces the moment it was meant to capture."
Does Fern reduce to a picture in her family album? Or she springs to life every time a loved one’s warm breath passes over her static smile? Does Rosemary give up on her only sister? In the blinding world of incorrigible beings, treacherous acts and calamitous events, can Fern’s whereabouts be a shining light on a tower house, visible from a distance and untouched by the swarming sea of awful things beneath? Is she even alive?
I thought it worthwhile to walk along with Rosemary and see where her hunt leads her to. And I must say the journey turned out to be a momentous one.
Fowler glorifies the bond of emotion that overgrows convention when tended with sensitivity, sacrifice, courage and love; when one does not need an endorsement from family and society and the warmth of a relationship is sufficient to melt the hardest of obstacles into nothingness; when we can love someone with such madness that the love does not die ever and hangs like a fragrant air for evenings together, long after we have taken divergent paths.
I stood looking at Rosemary when she reached the last point of her voyage. I shed a tear. Something took a roll inside me. I placed a hand on my heart and caressed it. We all love atleast someone in our lives like that. And we know, that love will never be over.
Who do you remember the most? I asked myself. Those who make part of my primary circle of existence and have enriched my being with their presence? Or those who came and then departed for good, leaving an indelible mark on my life, as it looks today? Or those who, by all means that I could fathom, were supposed to be a part of my life but were disengaged from me with a menacing strike of destiny? I can’t say, honestly. Then I rearranged the words and popped the question to myself again. This time, the answer was clear.
The question: Who do I miss the most?
Rosemary Cooke is in a swamp of agony and pain. She gets up one morning and realizes that her sister, Fern, has been taken away from her. After feigning audacity for many summers and winters, she, at last, acknowledges her inability to overcome this emotional ordeal. She does not want to overcome, in fact. She tries to piece together the being from the vivid memories she has. The faint curtains of childhood plays and innocent tricks that swooshes at her fiery heart cannot veil her helplessness that burns her day and night. She knocks relentlessly at the doors of her parents but hears nothing more than the excruciating silence of their soldered hearts. She pounds, with a maddening howl, the trails of her wayward brother, in search of one, tiny clue to unite her with Fern. But her brother reflects her emptiness like a mirror and she stumbles upon her discolored self in his disturbing, almost resigned, eyes. Amid random strangers and nagging neighbors, erudite academicians and gullible students, she spins her mind, sending darts of questions in all directions, expecting at least one of them to echo her torment and send some optimistic air back at her. But the spinning does not yield anything more than a nauseating headache, reminiscent of her ever-sinking heart.
"An off-told story is like a photograph in a family album. Eventually it replaces the moment it was meant to capture."
Does Fern reduce to a picture in her family album? Or she springs to life every time a loved one’s warm breath passes over her static smile? Does Rosemary give up on her only sister? In the blinding world of incorrigible beings, treacherous acts and calamitous events, can Fern’s whereabouts be a shining light on a tower house, visible from a distance and untouched by the swarming sea of awful things beneath? Is she even alive?
I thought it worthwhile to walk along with Rosemary and see where her hunt leads her to. And I must say the journey turned out to be a momentous one.
Fowler glorifies the bond of emotion that overgrows convention when tended with sensitivity, sacrifice, courage and love; when one does not need an endorsement from family and society and the warmth of a relationship is sufficient to melt the hardest of obstacles into nothingness; when we can love someone with such madness that the love does not die ever and hangs like a fragrant air for evenings together, long after we have taken divergent paths.
I stood looking at Rosemary when she reached the last point of her voyage. I shed a tear. Something took a roll inside me. I placed a hand on my heart and caressed it. We all love atleast someone in our lives like that. And we know, that love will never be over.
March 5, 2014
Someone recommended Karen Joy Fowler's novel "We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves", and, I'll be honest, I was hesitant to read it because she also wrote "The Jane Austen Book Club", a book which I haven't read but which seemed like the kind of chick lit that I can't stand---a group of women from all walks of life, bonding over some kind of club (be it knitting, cooking, books, traveling pants, or Downton Abbey), talking about how shitty their relationships are or reminiscing about the dream guy who got away in college or the one time they visited Paris yadda yadda yadda---which I realize is the worst kind of book snobbery and blatant prejudice but, hey, I'm just being honest. Anyway, someone recommended this book, her latest, and I'm glad they did.
"WAACBO" is a phenomenal, brilliant, beautiful, amazing, thought-provoking tear-jerker of a novel, and I can't say too much about it without dropping spoilers, but it's basically, bottom line, a book that questions the definition of the word "human".
It's the story of a young woman named Rosemary Cooke, who is a socially awkward college student with a dysfunctional family history. Her older brother is on the lam from the FBI, and she has some troubling issues with her "memories" of growing up with her parents, her brother, and sister. She also had an imaginary friend named Mary. Then there are the numerous grad students that came and went throughout her childhood. Her childhood was a pretty normal childhood, except for one important fact:
Fowler's novel is that rare novel that touches on important, even controversial, themes without being preachy or pedagogic.
This is my pick for Best Novel of 2013.
"WAACBO" is a phenomenal, brilliant, beautiful, amazing, thought-provoking tear-jerker of a novel, and I can't say too much about it without dropping spoilers, but it's basically, bottom line, a book that questions the definition of the word "human".
It's the story of a young woman named Rosemary Cooke, who is a socially awkward college student with a dysfunctional family history. Her older brother is on the lam from the FBI, and she has some troubling issues with her "memories" of growing up with her parents, her brother, and sister. She also had an imaginary friend named Mary. Then there are the numerous grad students that came and went throughout her childhood. Her childhood was a pretty normal childhood, except for one important fact:
Fowler's novel is that rare novel that touches on important, even controversial, themes without being preachy or pedagogic.
This is my pick for Best Novel of 2013.
January 28, 2015
This isn't going to be a long review, because I don't want to ruin this book for anyone. Seriously, don't click on the title. Don't read any other reviews. Because all I knew going into We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves was that it was about some type of dysfunctional family. And really, that can mean anything. And it's so much better that way!
I loved the tone of the book, the dry humour and the elegance of the writing, how it's entertaining but appropriately sad and serious at times. The narrator, Rosemary Cooke, isn't altogether likeable - she's a little bit odd, and rightfully so - and the structure is a little bit all over the place, but that was something I liked. Our quirky main character tells a quirky story with quirky form and it all comes together beautifully. (I don't mean quirky in a Wes Anderson kind of way, because it's not like that at all, but it's just a little bit different - in a good way!) It's an accurate depiction of childhood, and the foggy half memories that come back when you reflect on that childhood. It explores interesting scientific, psychological, and ethical issues without being preachy or overly technical. It makes you think, and it makes your heart hurt a little bit. It's really quite good - I think it's one of those stories that I've rated 4 stars and will come to appreciate more over time, rather than something that fades from memory and after several months should really be knocked down to a 3.
I loved the tone of the book, the dry humour and the elegance of the writing, how it's entertaining but appropriately sad and serious at times. The narrator, Rosemary Cooke, isn't altogether likeable - she's a little bit odd, and rightfully so - and the structure is a little bit all over the place, but that was something I liked. Our quirky main character tells a quirky story with quirky form and it all comes together beautifully. (I don't mean quirky in a Wes Anderson kind of way, because it's not like that at all, but it's just a little bit different - in a good way!) It's an accurate depiction of childhood, and the foggy half memories that come back when you reflect on that childhood. It explores interesting scientific, psychological, and ethical issues without being preachy or overly technical. It makes you think, and it makes your heart hurt a little bit. It's really quite good - I think it's one of those stories that I've rated 4 stars and will come to appreciate more over time, rather than something that fades from memory and after several months should really be knocked down to a 3.
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