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A review by narcissia
Invincible Summer by Hannah Moskowitz
3.0
The first thing I should say about this book is that the synopsis is pretty misleading. It makes it sound like Invincible Summer is about two boys who love the same girl, and that is so not what this book is about. It's about a dysfunctional family, and the ways that they are broken and the ways in which they break.
I enjoy the minimalistic style of prose that Hannah Moskowitz uses to tell this story. The writing is good, and it sucked me into this family's summers. But the sparse narrative also kept me feeling like I was being held at an arm's length from the characters. Things go unmentioned until they finally are, which is one of the problems with the family that is reflected in the narrative. I like that the style mirrors the family's inability to communicate their issues, but it might also dampen the sympathy that the reader feels for the characters. At times, I also find the characters to be a bit unbelievable. Some of their actions, reactions, and obsessions just don't always feel natural to me. It wasn't that I felt put off by their behavior (though at times I did), but that if the prose is going to make me feel detached from the character, I'd like that character to be more relateable and sympathetic, otherwise I have a more difficult time becoming invested.
The setting isn't the typical summery book beach. It doesn't leave out the grit. The sand on this beach gets into their clothes and sticks to them. It gets carried into the house and pools in the furniture. It sticks to the scalp. This beach is sweaty and sticky and salty and messy and real. I am glad that this beach felt real, and good, and bad.
This is not a fast-paced book. It studies the family through Chase's eyes, it shows us pieces of them and it leaves things out by giving us a view only of the surface, without a look at the depths until finally the buried things are brought up into view. The plot happens over four summers in the family's beach house. The parts of the year that are not spent at the beach are skipped over entirely, which makes sense because the main character mentions several times that he feels like anything important that ever happens to him is always connected to the summer. It's rare that those other parts of the year are mentioned, until the fourth summer when there is some looking backward to be done.
Aside from the few issues that I have with the lack of a personal connection to the characters, I think it's a brilliantly told novel. I also think that it's one of those books that I can appreciate more the more that I think about it or reread it. It's a sad yet beautiful story.
I enjoy the minimalistic style of prose that Hannah Moskowitz uses to tell this story. The writing is good, and it sucked me into this family's summers. But the sparse narrative also kept me feeling like I was being held at an arm's length from the characters. Things go unmentioned until they finally are, which is one of the problems with the family that is reflected in the narrative. I like that the style mirrors the family's inability to communicate their issues, but it might also dampen the sympathy that the reader feels for the characters. At times, I also find the characters to be a bit unbelievable. Some of their actions, reactions, and obsessions just don't always feel natural to me. It wasn't that I felt put off by their behavior (though at times I did), but that if the prose is going to make me feel detached from the character, I'd like that character to be more relateable and sympathetic, otherwise I have a more difficult time becoming invested.
The setting isn't the typical summery book beach. It doesn't leave out the grit. The sand on this beach gets into their clothes and sticks to them. It gets carried into the house and pools in the furniture. It sticks to the scalp. This beach is sweaty and sticky and salty and messy and real. I am glad that this beach felt real, and good, and bad.
This is not a fast-paced book. It studies the family through Chase's eyes, it shows us pieces of them and it leaves things out by giving us a view only of the surface, without a look at the depths until finally the buried things are brought up into view. The plot happens over four summers in the family's beach house. The parts of the year that are not spent at the beach are skipped over entirely, which makes sense because the main character mentions several times that he feels like anything important that ever happens to him is always connected to the summer. It's rare that those other parts of the year are mentioned, until the fourth summer when there is some looking backward to be done.
Aside from the few issues that I have with the lack of a personal connection to the characters, I think it's a brilliantly told novel. I also think that it's one of those books that I can appreciate more the more that I think about it or reread it. It's a sad yet beautiful story.