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GOLDEN GIRL by Elin Hilderbrand
the woman in the purple skirt
GOLDEN GIRL
Hilderbrand, Elin Little, Brown (384 pp.) $29.00 | Jun. 1, 2021 978-0-31642008-2
From the greenroom of the afterlife— make that Benjamin Moore “Parsley Snips” green—a newly dead Nantucket novelist watches life unfold without her. In her 27th novel, Hilderbrand gives herself an alter ego—beloved beachnovel author Vivian Howe—sends her out for a morning jog, and immediately kills her off. A hit-and-run driver leaves Vivi dead by the side of the road, where her son’s best friend discovers her body—or was he responsible for the accident? Vivi doesn’t know, nor does she know yet that her daughter Willa is pregnant, or that her daughter Carson is having a terribly ill-advised affair, or that her son, Leo, has a gnawing secret, or that her ex is getting tired of the girl he dumped her for. She will discover all this and more as she watches one last summer on Nantucket play out under the tutelage of Martha, her “Person,” who receives her in the boho-chic waiting room of the Beyond. Hermès-scarved Martha explains that Vivi will have three nudges—three chances to change the course of events on Earth and prevent her bereaved loved ones from making lifealtering mistakes. She will also get to watch the publication of what will be her last novel, titled Golden Girl, natch, and learn the answers to two questions: Will the secret about her own life she buried in this novel come to light (who cares, really—she’s dead now), and will it hit No. 1 on the New York Times bestseller list (now there’s an interesting question). She’ll also get to see that one of her biggest wrongs is posthumously righted and that her kids have learned her most important lesson. As Willa says to Carson, “You know how she treats the characters in her books? She gives them flaws, she portrays them doing horrible things—but the reader loves them anyway. Because Mom loves them. Because they’re human.”
If novelists are auditioning to play God, Hilderbrand gets the part.
SUMMER ON THE BLUFFS
Hostin, Sunny Morrow/HarperCollins (400 pp.) $27.99 | May 4, 2021 978-0-06-299417-2
A self-made Black millionaire invites her three goddaughters for a last Martha’s Vineyard summer—at the end of which one will get the mansion. In the first volume of a planned trilogy, Terry McMillan meets Elin Hilderbrand: There are strong Black women in a lovingly detailed coastal Massachusetts location amid clothes, food, and longkept secrets. Hostin’s grande dame, New Orleans–born Amelia “Ama” Vaux, once known as the “Witch of Wall Street,” has buried the other half of her long, seemingly perfect marriage. Power lawyer Omar Tanner, “a quiet man who looked good in suits”—almost every man in this book looks good in or out of suits and resembles Denzel Washington, Billy Dee Williams, Dev Patel, or Paul Newman’s little brother—has collaborated with his wife on her fairy godmother project. Instead of having their own children, they chose young Perry, Olivia, and Billie, filling their plebeian lives with monied ease and Vineyard summers in the elite Black enclave of Oak Bluffs. Now Ama is ready to pass on Chateau Laveau to one of them while bestowing equal, but unnamed, gifts on the others. She arranges several months off for all three women, now a high-powered lawyer, financier, and marine biologist (she’s a witch, all right), and flies them up for a summer that promises to end with not just the gifts, but with revelations. It takes a little too long to get there, though some may enjoy the leisurely setup and relentless namechecking—a concordance of the Black visual artists, musicians, authors, actors, designers, and celebrities mentioned here, along with the New York and Martha’s Vineyard restaurants and bars, could be a valuable book in itself. Hostin’s most serious weakness is substituting catalog copy for characterization— one character “look[s] fierce in a charcoal-gray Rachel Comey jumpsuit”; another “add[s] a pair of playful Sophia Webster sneakers”; Ama chooses a “chinoiserie pattern...as recherché and mysterious as her eldest goddaughter.”
Be patient—once the Le Creuset pot finally starts boiling, this book earns its place on the beach blanket.
THE WOMAN IN THE PURPLE SKIRT
Imamura, Natsuko Trans. by North, Lucy Penguin (224 pp.) $19.96 | Jun. 8, 2021 978-0-14-313602-6
One woman obsessively tracks the movements of another. The narrator of Japanese novelist Imamura’s deliciously creepy Englishlanguage debut likes to watch a woman in her neighborhood known as “the Woman in the Purple Skirt.” The Woman in the Purple Skirt doesn’t do anything particularly interesting. She sits on a bench in the park; she goes to the bakery; she is intermittently employed. But there’s something about her that makes it “impossible not to pay attention,” as the narrator explains. “Nobody could ignore her.” The same isn’t true of the narrator, who refers to herself as “the Woman in the Yellow Cardigan.” Gradually, as Imamura’s taut narrative unfolds, we realize just how much of her own life the narrator is willing to give up or, indeed, destroy for the sake of her obsession. She arranges for the Woman in the Purple Skirt to get a job at the hotel where she works cleaning rooms. They’ve never actually spoken, but our narrator imagines she’ll now get the chance to introduce herself. Instead, the Woman in the Purple
