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“The Scenic Route” by Binnie Kirshenbaum is an exceptionally well written book that is also remarkably boring. It is a story of a woman named Sylvia and a married man named Henry. They meet by chance at a café and embark on a journey, meandering across Europe. They have no hurry or destination and since he can count on his wife’s wealth, they also have no need to work or worry about money. If you’ve just read the first paragraph then, like me, you would be fooled into thinking that it is probably an interesting story |
with steamy sex, romantic and exotic settings and philosophical musings on marriage and relationships.
Unfortunately, the book disappoints mightily. It should really be called, “Meandering Through my Family’s Past.” That is precisely what Sylvia, the protagonist of the story, does; she relates one boring mini-story after another about some very common and boring characters. The book includes an interview with Mrs. Kirshenbaum in which she states that there isn’t a point to a story, it is simply a story. I disagree. A story should entertain, enlighten or frighten. Putting us to sleep should be left to pharmaceuticals.
It is particularly upsetting to me that this book is so boring because the author is a gifted writer. At times, her prose is so perfect or thought provoking that you can’t help but pause, reread and admire it. The last two books that I have read by her have been similar in content and boredom level. They are stuck in the past and in old Europe. Binnie, you need new inspiration or even old inspiration. Return to New York where some of your most interesting stories take place.
I must emphasize that irrespective of a few books that are misses, Binnie Kirshenbaum is a gifted writer. Here is a quote I enjoyed from the book: “That kind of empty; when hope is no longer deferred but evaporated, and try as you might, and you do try, you can’t find the pleasure in the little things. A fine meal, good music, a breathtaking view of a landscape, the smell of the ocean snow falling, it all adds up to a storehouse of memories and regrets, and you can’t imagine there’s a perchance left to be had. “And then,” he said, “I looked up and there you were. At the next table. Wearing that white dress. So pretty,” he said. “So pretty, and I thought to myself, she’s going to drink that coffee, and then she’s going to walk on off. And I’d have let you walk on off because I wouldn’t have been bold enough to stop you. I was thinking about how it would’ve been over before it began, and how sorry I’d be.” Another paragraph I liked very much is; “When you keep to yourself, when you don’t reveal who you are often people will invent a story for you and you can let that story become the whole of it because you can’t be bothered setting the record straight, or you can’t tell the truth because it’s too late for that, to offer up facts not in evidence is to risk something, the opening of a door to an uninvited guest.
It is possible that you will love this book. Not all tastes are alike. However, I was disappointed and am still hoping for another masterpiece like Binnie Kirshenbaum’s, “A Disturbance in One Place.”