All the Light There Was

“All the Light There Was” by Nancy Kricorian takes on a common topic: Nazi occupation of Paris but with a unique twist: the Armenian immigrant experience. In this novel, the reader meets Maral Pegorian, an innocent 14 year-old girl in 1940’s Paris. Maral lives in a cramped apartment with her family. Many Armenians and Jews live just like her in her Paris neighborhood. She soon loses school friends and neighbors as the Jews are rounded up. Those that are left in the neighborhood are fearful and hungry but not too scared to fight back in their own little ways-hiding a Jewish child, spreading pamphlets and showing up for rallies. Maral experiences death first-hand, as well as, her first love. When the boy she loves, Zaven, is imprisoned with his brother, Maral is distraught as the families grieve. When WWII is over, those that have survived have their own losses to deal with as they try to resume “normal” life.

Kricorian’s tale is based on history and gives the reader a glimpse of the Armenian experience in 1940’s Paris. As you read this descriptive tale, your stomach will ache with hunger and you will be convinced that Maral’s nightmares are you own. I could not put this book down. Once I started reading; the story was immersive like quick sand!

“The Woman Upstairs”

Claire Messud’s “The Woman Upstairs” introduces the reader to Nora Eldridge.  Nora narrates the story and portrays herself as an angry and disappointed almost-forty-something.  She dreamed of being a successful artist and instead finds herself as a never-married, third grade teacher with little excitement in her life.  She then gains a new student in her classroom, Reza Shadid and his parents Skandar and Sirena.  Nora almost instantly sees Reza as her son and his parents as her family/potential lovers.  She believes she is in love with each of them and becomes hungry for what they have:  Reza, a beautiful boy, Sirena, an Italian artist and Skandar, a Harvard academic.  Nora’s false reality causes her to distance herself from her friends and sick father.  She becomes ferocious with a lust for life.  She rediscovers the artist within her.  Unfortunately, her dream reality is shattered when the ultimate betrayal happens.

Messud’s book is hypnotic.  She writes with emotion and a storyline full of metaphors.  I could feel the passion and anger of Messud’s characters.  Messud’s skillful writing, coupled with a compelling story that hinted of disaster at the end, kept this me reading late into the night.   I tried reading Messud’s “The Emperor’s Children” a few years ago and could not get through it but I am motivated to give it another shot, since I loved this recent book so much.