I have a slight problem when I read books. After the third or fourth page, if my mind has wandered off to what I am going to eat for lunch or the shoes I have been saving up for, I quickly close the book shut and never reopen it again. Sadly, this scenario plays out far too often between a book and me. However, I broke this horrible habit over this past summer when I fell truly, madly, and deeply (cue Savage Garden) in love with Wally Lamb’s bestseller, She’s Come Undone.
The book chronicles the life of Dolores Price, a blunt, cheeky, in your face, incredibly wonderful human being who is unlike anyone you have ever met before. The book debuts her at around five years old and follows her through to her later adult years, describing every poignant moment of her life as she endures love, heartache, rape, obesity, abuse, depression, and death. You grow to like her childhood innocence and love her adult cynicism. However, please do not mistake this book for a deep, dark endless black hole (astronomy lecture was this morning). This book tells the story of a life. It is not forced, it is not staged, and it most certainly, is not sympathetic. Much like Dolores herself, the book tells it like it is, granting very few second chances and shining a fierce light on the events of ordinary life most people would rather bury under the carpet. Most importantly, Dolores easily identifies with almost every problem one may encounter during life, which helps to ultimately shape her into one of the most relatable fictional characters that exists in literature today.
The best news? I recently read that the Gods of Cinema have decided to turn this beautiful creation into a major motion picture starring A-lister, Reese Witherspoon. I sincerely hope, wish, and pray that the film does not make a complete crapshoot of this wonderful book, and instead, illuminates it to a greater brilliance than the book has already done for thousand and thousands of people.