
In addition to Madeleine, Leonard, and Mitchell, we get to know Maddy's stalwart and nurturing (but ever so slightly interfering) parents, her flighty sister, Leonard's whacked-out family, as well as a slate of other memorable characters. Eugenides seems to be doing a Jonathan Franzen with The Marriage Plot, portraying slightly dysfunctional, but still functioning individuals who find themselves in not-so-extraordinary dilemmas that everyone can identify with.
I really enjoyed this novel, though nothing really happens. Everything seems somehow familiar, the characters make choices you yourself might consider making, and these choices frequently lead to unexpected outcomes. I guess that's what life is like mostly.
Here are a couple passages I marked (there were more, but I'll spare you)
On English majors:
Some people majored in English to prepare for law school. Others became journalists. The smartest guy in the honors program, Adam Vogel, a child of academics was planning on getting a Ph.D. and becoming an academic himself. That left a large contingent of people majoring in English by default. Because they weren't left-brained enough for science, because history was too dry, philosophy too difficult, geology too petroleum-oriented, and math too mathematical; because they weren't musical, artistic, financially motivated, or really all that smart, these people were pursuing university degrees doing something no different from what theyd done in first grade: reading stories. English was what people who didn't know what to major in majored in. p22+
On the home libraries of ex-English majors:
To start with, look at all the books. There were her Edith Wharton novels, arranged not by title but date of publication; there was the complete Modern Library set of Henry James, a gift from her father on her twenty-first birthday; there were the dog-eared paperbacks assigned in her college courses, a lot of Dickens, a smidgen of Trollope, along with good helpings of Austen, George Eliot, and the redoubtable Bronte sisters. There were a whole lot of black-and-white New Directions paperbacks, mostly poetry by people like H.D. or Denise Levertov. There were the Colette novels she read on the sly There was, in short, this mid-size but still portable library representing pretty much everything Madeleine had read in college, a collection of texts, seemingly chosen at random, whose focus slowly narrowed, like a personality test... p6+
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