Plot summary: Meet the Cooke family. Our narrator is Rosemary Cooke. As a child, she never stopped talking; as a young woman, she has wrapped herself in silence: the silence of intentional forgetting, of protective cover. Something happened, something so awful she has buried it in the recesses of her mind.
Now her adored older brother is a fugitive, wanted by the FBI for domestic terrorism. And her once lively mother is a shell of her former self, her clever and imperious father now a distant, brooding man.
And Fern, Rosemary’s beloved sister, her accomplice in all their childhood mischief? Fern’s is a fate the family, in all their innocence, could never have imagined.
This isn't about what I thought it would be about. While this happens fairly frequently and isn't usually the end of the world, I was actually looking forward to reading about what it didn't turn out to be about... *shakes head*... Did that even make sense? I shouldn't write reviews at this time of
Instead we're treated to a not-very-subtle novel about the horrors of animal testing, which occasionally reads like a preachy essay. It's barely disguised, as the plot itself isn't really strong enough to hide it. The premise itself is interesting and I've never seen anything like it done before, but it's obviously quite unusual. The problem is, the novel never tries to make it believable so I couldn't take it seriously.
Rosemary quite frequently says, "Nobody understands what having a chimp for a sister is like..." but then never actually tries to help us do so. "Oh no, people just don't understand that Fern wasn't a pet - she was my sister!" Well, no... I still don't. I could have got on board with the whole idea if the book had gone for thoroughness instead of shock value, but it didn't. It feels very flat for the most part, with little explanation and no emotion. One minute Rosemary didn't care, and then suddenly did... and then didn't. Ad nauseam.
While I obviously object to pointless experiments on animals in general, I can't say I objected to the treatment of this chimp in particular - mainly because Rosemary didn't either. There was just no feeling there, which is a feat in itself considering it's a first person narrative. For a theoretically 'moving' novel with the main purpose of drawing attention to laboratory conditions, it's quite distant.
I actually quite liked Rosemary as a narrator; she was just too flat to be liked as a character. I really enjoy self-conscious narrators and it was carried out very well in We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves. Occasionally she'll mumble during the prose that so-and-so isn't really part of the story or that she'll explain a certain point later on. It adds a little kick to the writing and makes me care that tiny bit more.
Most importantly, this device allows her to look back over her five-year-old self's memories and assess the reliability of them herself. Usually a reader is left to figure this out off their own back, so it's quite interesting having a character become part of that process. I struggled to see her as the 40 year old woman she apparently is, but I suppose that's the difficulty of having characters discuss their own childhood.
I think my main problem with this book is that it's actually kind of pointless - nothing happens. It's more of Rosemary sat in her bedroom wondering what happened than anything else. Even the grand denouement itself is remarkly anti-climactic (if that isn't an oxymoron). I remember finishing the book with a raised eyebrow as I realised that nothing had actually changed from when I began the novel, aside from my being grouchy and a day older.
There are worse books, don't get me wrong. I just don't see this as a Man Booker Prize contestant - I'm glad I've read it, but it hasn't blown me away and I don't think I'll feel the need to read it again. For a more subtle yet impactful novel about the ethical treatment of laboratory apes, I'd go with Ape House by Sara Gruen (although it shocks me that I wrote that review in 2011...).
Read JimJamJenny's review of We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves at I Spiral Down.