I have been waiting in the library queue for this book for several months. It is a series of letters from a woman to her estranged husband concerning her son, Kevin who has just been incarcerated in a juvenile facility for a school shooting. It was interesting to read this so shortly after Lamb's The Hour I First Believed, which was about the Columbine shootings, from the perspective of a victim's husband. Kevin's mother never really wanted to have children. She runs a successful travel company and treasures her independence. From the moment her son is born, she is unable to bond with him, and he exhibits a determined defiance toward her. From a young age, he is hell-bent on destroying anything that he senses is loved by another person - and his mother explores, through her letters, whether his evil is innate, or whether he sensed her inability to love him. While the mother senses the danger in her child - and struggles with his lack of acceptance among his peers, the father consistently makes excuses for his son and fails to read his son's condescension and manipulation. I found the perspective of this book interesting. When kids engage in nonsensical violence, I think people either assume the kid is simply a bad seed, or they blame the parents for not teaching them properly. At different points in this book, I found myself angry with the mother who was unable to show her son any sort of affection, angry with the clueless enabling father, and angry with a child who was unable to engage in empathy. Accordingly, I think Shriver did a fine job exploring the various aspects of the never-ending enigma of what creates a criminal, and the complex interrelation between organic and environmental factors. We may not brush our hair, change out of our pajamas, or sit down at the dining table, but we always make time to read.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
We Need to Talk About Kevin - Lionel Shriver
I have been waiting in the library queue for this book for several months. It is a series of letters from a woman to her estranged husband concerning her son, Kevin who has just been incarcerated in a juvenile facility for a school shooting. It was interesting to read this so shortly after Lamb's The Hour I First Believed, which was about the Columbine shootings, from the perspective of a victim's husband. Kevin's mother never really wanted to have children. She runs a successful travel company and treasures her independence. From the moment her son is born, she is unable to bond with him, and he exhibits a determined defiance toward her. From a young age, he is hell-bent on destroying anything that he senses is loved by another person - and his mother explores, through her letters, whether his evil is innate, or whether he sensed her inability to love him. While the mother senses the danger in her child - and struggles with his lack of acceptance among his peers, the father consistently makes excuses for his son and fails to read his son's condescension and manipulation. I found the perspective of this book interesting. When kids engage in nonsensical violence, I think people either assume the kid is simply a bad seed, or they blame the parents for not teaching them properly. At different points in this book, I found myself angry with the mother who was unable to show her son any sort of affection, angry with the clueless enabling father, and angry with a child who was unable to engage in empathy. Accordingly, I think Shriver did a fine job exploring the various aspects of the never-ending enigma of what creates a criminal, and the complex interrelation between organic and environmental factors.
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