Initially reading through Everything I Never Told You,
those other players in the American family drama genre game come to mind. And
not those pseudo-comedic slices of live stories that Parenthood and Grand
Canyon were so fantastic at portraying, rather, something much more Americana –
the family tragedy. Like Ordinary People, or American Beauty to be slightly
more contemporary, where the family bond is decapitated by one destroying
event.
The event within Celeste Ng’s book is the death of
teenager Lydia Lee. Ng unfolds the mystery surrounding such – was her death a
murder, a suicide, or simply a terrible accident – while revealing the secrets, both personal and, more often
than not, trite, of the entire Lee family. The Lees, a typical Chinese-American
family living in Ohio in the late 1970s you see, are not so typical, as Ng
presses to expand upon. And she mostly succeeds.
Those initial genre reactions degrade as the Lees, it is
realized, are typical. They run through the same fears and desires and stresses
of every other family, albeit without ready access to SSRIs. That normality
that has been promoted to the super-normal becomes super-annoying as the novel
digresses into a downward spiral of complaining, whining, and ungratefulness.
James, the patriarch and provider, is stuck in a standard job. Marilyn, the
Anglo-wife, who dreams of being more than a mom. The siblings, all three of
them, are normal, and boring, and ignored, and invisible. Everything I Never Told You, builds on the
compelling mystery of Lydia’s death on top of all the clichés of a standard
drama yet is providential enough not to collapse.
Perhaps the most surprising theme uncovered is that Ng
almost wants this mixed-marriage to fail. As if this novel were a thesis on how
inter-racial marriages cannot, and maybe should not, succeed – a theme that
when using a 21st Century vantage is most absurd. To her credit, however, she
does emphasis the difficulties such a family dynamic would present, especially
in 1970s Ohio.
Ng has a pleasant, accepting writing style and plots the
story with a progressive pace aptly exploring each personality. Unfortunately,
the deeper those characters become, the more vexing they are revealed to be and
the easier to ultimately forget. The emphasis of a family tragedy is to grieve
when these characters befall a certain fate. Otherwise, all you get is Hamlet.
Everything I Never Told You is more akin to a sigh of relief.
As Always,
theJOE
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