You need to read ‘About Kevin’ so we can talk about it

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Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! You need to read We Need to Talk About Kevin by Lionel Shriver. It’s the kind of book that the minute you finish it, all you want to do is talk about it with someone.

I have to admit this novel languished on my bookshelf for years. I remember picking it up from the remainder bin at Barnes & Noble because of the buzz surrounding the book. Then a few weeks ago my sister was pestering me for something to read. I plucked Shriver’s novel from the shelf because I had seen it on a list of Most Controversial Books Ever or something like that. She ate it up and as soon as she finished started nagging me to read it too.

My only regret is that it languished for so long on my shelf. This book. . . man oh man.

The book is presented as a series of letters Eva Khatchadourian has written to her husband Franklin. This couple have the unique distinction of being the parents of Kevin Khatchadourian, a sixteen-year-old boy who killed nine people at his high school.

From the get go, Eva’s not so sure she’s hot on being a mom. She runs a successful company that publishes travel books, she’s married to a man she loves, and in her mid-thirties she’s not so sure she wants kids. But she loves her husband who does want kids and figures, why not?

Why not? Because you might end up with Kevin. From the moment she conceives Eva seems to resent Kevin, and in the letters she writes to Franklin she chronicles her doubts about their son.

Throughout the book, Eva’s point of view is so strong that in her narrow-minded focus she actually presents the other side to her story. It’s easy to get taken in by what she’s saying, because she’s telling the story, but some of things she says makes you pull back and wonder. . . really? Like, for instance, when she claims that her difficult, crying infant was actually trying to pit his father against his mother — taking sides and trying to break up the marriage.

It’s times like that, where you think, “Woah, Eva, you’re crazy.”

As much as we, the reader, dislike Kevin the killer, Eva’s no walk in the park either. She’s haughty, judgmental, whiny, and snobby. For instance, there’s this passage:

Like so many of our neighbors who had latched on to tragedy to stand out from the crowd — slavery, incest, a suicide — I had exaggerated the ethnic chip on my shoulder for effect. I have learned since that tragedy is not to be hoarded. Only the untouched, the well-fed and contented could possibly covet suffering like a designer jacket.

It was passages like this that so perfectly encapsulated Eva’s personality. And yet, we do have sympathy for her over the guilt she has for giving birth to a monster (and trust me, Kevin is a monster). At times I found myself telling Eva not to be so damn hard on herself and other times thinking, “wow, you’re a cold hard bitch.”

It’s exactly the stirring of those kinds of contradictory emotions that makes Shriver’s novel such an amazing, great read.

The storytelling here is nothing short of masterful. I have no idea how Shriver pulls it off, but she does. She draws into the story where we think we already know the climax (Kevin kills his classmates) and yet unfolds a story that’s even more horrifying than what we originally imagined.

Her ending, and I won’t give it away, is equal parts stunning horror and beautiful redemption that I’m still in awe that she pulled it off.

Go read this book. Now. And then come back so we can talk about it.

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2 Comments

  1. Ericka 11.Sep.09 at 7:42 pm

    Great review. I got goosebumps all over again. I can’t wait to talk about this with you.

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  2. Kelly 30.Jun.10 at 8:26 am

    Okay, I finally read it. Slogged through it, more like. And yes, I want to talk about it.

    Reply

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