Howards End, On Beauty

In May, I showed my summer reading list to a well-read friend of mine. She said, “Did you know that this [On Beauty by Zadie Smith (2005)] was based on this [Howards End by E.M. Forster (1910)]?” I did not. What were the chances? I decided to read them back-to-back.

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Synopses
Howards End explores early 20th-century English society through the stories of three families. They are: the half-German, orphaned Schlegels (Meg, Helen, Tibby), who are wealthy, educated, socially progressive intellectuals; the Wilcoxes, who made large fortunes through England’s colonies and take pride in their unphilosophical practicality; and the Basts — a loveless, lower-middle-class couple.

On Beauty engages early 21st-century England and Northeast US through a similar intertwining of unlike families. There are the Belseys, composed of a white English father, a black Floridian mother, and their three children. Then there is their foil, the Kippses — a black, conservative, Christian family based in London. The rivalries between the two families come to a boiling point when the Kippses move to Wellington College, the (fictional) liberal arts college in Massachusetts where both fathers teach. There, racial frustrations manifest in intellectual competition, which is then complicated by teenage and middle-age lust. Meanwhile, the “charity project” role goes to Carl, a black boy who embodies both the potential of the underprivileged and the more “authentic” black culture that the mixed-race, middle-class Belsey children fail to partake in.

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Quotes – Howards End
1. ‘It is sad to suppose that places may ever be more important than people,’ continued Margaret.
‘Why, Meg? They’re so much nicer generally.’

2. Science explained people, but could not understand them.

Quotes – On Beauty
1. ‘Oh, I’m so sorry your dick offends your intellectual sensibilities. It must be terrible. There’s your subtle, wonderful, intricate brain and all the time it turns out your dick is a vulgar, stupid little prick. That must be a real bitch for you!’

2. Harry surely hadn’t meant to tell his only son that you couldn’t expect black people to develop mentally like white people do. He had meant to say: I love you, I love my grandchildren, please stay another day.

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Thoughts
Getting to the point before I move away from it: I loved both books. A lot.

Less straightforward thoughts: aside from a facetious mention of Forster (Howard smiled sadly. ‘Can’t stand Forster.’) near the end of the novel, On Beauty does not directly acknowledge its connection to Howards End. It’s more of a private joke with those who have already read Howards End or have scrolled all the way down On Beauty’s Wikipedia page. To anyone else, this would have just been a good book with a slightly strange opening line (‘One may as well begin with Jerome’s emails,’ matching ‘One may as well begin with Helen’s letters’).

This is a real shame. Not that everyone should read these two back-to-back, but, well, yes, you should. While On Beauty certainly stands on its own, reading the two together forced me to think much more carefully about the complexities of “modern life” as we know it and how they have changed in the past century. Where concerns with class difference and the inability of the poor to get an education lay before, race has been tossed into the mix and the debates have grown more nuanced. One memorable dialogue takes place between Kiki Belsey and Monty Kipps, who are both black and educated but disagree on affirmative action:

‘As long as we encourage a culture of victimhood,’ said Monty, with the rhythmic smoothness of self-quotation, ‘we will continue to raise victims. And so the cycle of underachievement continues.’
‘Well,’ said Kiki… ‘I just think it stinks of a kind of, well, a kind of self-hatred when we’ve got black folks arguing against opportunities for black folks.’

On another note, it was also interesting to see how the nature of sex scandals have, uh, evolved, both physically and psychologically. Where it was “rich man has affair with lower-class woman” before, Smith has written “old friends sleep together due to compulsion to ruin the happiness of others” and “18 year-old dresses in garters to seduce married professor after emailing nude photographs.”

While these are just two of many issues addressed in these novels, the general unspoken trend seems to be, depressingly, this: as we advance in technological conveniences and work toward equal opportunity, we also give ourselves more room to dig deeper in to society’s preexisting rabbit holes. It’s a sad message, but in both books, at least there’s plenty of humor in the delivery.

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Soundtrack
I usually don’t like it when lyrics are directly applied to plots, but Jaymes Young’s new single “We Won’t” grew more and more appropriate for On Beauty the more I read:

Don’t go to war for me
I’m not the one that you want me to be

A Tale for the Time Being

Ruth Ozeki’s A Tale For the Time Being (2013) is a Booker Prize shortlisted novel and one of those rare stories that I can confidently call “unique.”

Just listen to this plot: a writer named Ruth (based on Ozeki herself) finds a Hello Kitty lunchbox containing a diary, a watch, and some old letters in Japanese. The diary belongs to Nao Yasutani, a 16 year-old girl struggling with her family’s sudden move from Sunnyvale, Ca. to Tokyo. Tortured by her classmates and disgusted by her father’s suicide attempts, Nao finds solace in her Zen Buddhist nun great-grandmother Jiko. Ruth is tugged along on Nao’s coming-of-age journey as she undergoes another kind of coming-of-age — the insecurities of middle age.

Quotes
1. I haven’t met very many adults in my life who I could call really grown up, but maybe that’s because I lived in California.

2. She was talking in Japanese, but she used the English word, superpower, only when she said it, it sounded like supah-pawah. Really fast. Supapawa. Or more like SUPAPAWA—!
“Like a superhero?” I asked, using the English word, too.
“Yes,” she said. “Like a SUPAHIRO—! With a SUPAPAWA—!” She squinted at me from behind her thick glasses. “Would you like that?”

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Trivia
I actually had the privilege of attending a talk by Ruth Ozeki, in which she explained the development of the novel. It turns out she had originally written a novel about Nao, but the 2011 Tohoku earthquake and tsunami hit and it no longer felt right to Ozeki to publish the book as it was. She eventually chose to add the self-modeled character of Ruth (whom she clarified is distinctively fictional), a second layer of narrative that allowed her to address the disaster and its aftermath.

Thoughts
Full disclosure: at first, I was a tiny bit disappointed. Maybe it was because I’d heard *so* much hype about it, but I think it was mostly because I’d seen Ozeki in person before reading it. I found Nao’s voice a bit stilted in the first chapters — a little too much like an adult trying to imagine a millennial. This quickly went away as the story picked up speed, however, and Nao’s humor and bluntness actually became one of my favorite things about the book.

Another aspect that I both loved and found uncomfortable was the insight we get on Ruth’s psychology. This, I think, is also due to meeting Ozeki. While I really liked that Ruth’s stable, third person narrative gradually merges with Nao’s world and its fluctuating mental wellbeing, I couldn’t help picturing Ozeki in my head. Even though she’d said book-Ruth wasn’t her-Ruth, when a character is inspired by yourself, there must be some grains of truth, right? Like, many grains? Like, a silo? Sometimes I felt like their marriage will dissolve because of this book and that I’d been intruding.

That being said, A Tale for the Time Being is refreshingly experimental, in a way that one might describe as “totes nailed it.” It starts off as a troubling but humorous rumination on mental health, then gets hyper-philosophical and magical realist (in a very Murakami way) until, before you even realize that you’re reading something much more than a Perks of Being a Wallflower-esque teenage manifesto, you’re getting lessons in quantum physics. Literally. I don’t even know what happened. But I’m definitely going to reread it sometime to find out.

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Soundtrack
マクロスMACROSS 82-99 – Remember Summer Days Remix (Anri). A danceable take on a nostalgic Japanese song by one of my favorite remixers.