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La veïna del costat
L’Hortensia i la Marion són dues veïnes octogenàries d’un barri benestant ple de buguenvíl·lees de Ciutat del Cap, a Sud-àfrica. Una és negra, l’altra blanca.
Totes dues dones van viure carreres d’èxit en la joventut; ara, ja vídues, assisteixen a les reunions de l’Associació de Veïns, comparteixen una hostilitat mútua i són obertament rivals. Cadascuna té un passat amb secrets, decepcions i dubtes; i cadascuna té alguna cosa que l’altra desitja profundament.
Però un dia, uns esdeveniments inesperats forçaran l’Hortensia i la Marion a entendre’s, i una espurna d’amistat amenaçarà de dissoldre la seva amargor.
Podran construir una amistat veritable o és massa tard perquè canviïn?
«Enginyosa, encantadora i divertida … Una novel·la incisiva i fascinant sobre dues dones, amb la història del colonialisme i de l’esclavitud amagada al rerefons», Herald Scotland
Yewande Omotoso
Yewande Omotoso va néixer a Barbados i va créixer a Nigèria, fins que es va traslladar a S
La veïna del costat
L’Hortensia i la Marion són dues veïnes octogenàries d’un barri benestant ple de buguenvíl·lees de Ciutat del Cap, a Sud-àfrica. Una és negra, l’altra blanca.
Totes dues dones van viure carreres d’èxit en la joventut; ara, ja vídues, assisteixen a les reunions de l’Associació de Veïns, comparteixen una hostilitat mútua i són obertament rivals. Cadascuna té un passat amb secrets, decepcions i dubtes; i cadascuna té alguna cosa que l’altra desitja profundament.
Però un dia, uns esdeveniments inesperats forçaran l’Hortensia i la Marion a entendre’s, i una espurna d’amistat amenaçarà de dissoldre la seva amargor.
Podran construir una amistat veritable o és massa tard perquè canviïn?
«Enginyosa, encantadora i divertida … Una novel·la incisiva i fascinant sobre dues dones, amb la història del colonialisme i de l’esclavitud amagada al rerefons», Herald Scotland
Yewande Omotoso
Yewande Omotoso va néixer a Barbados i va créixer a Nigèria, fins que es va traslladar a S
312 pages
First published May 5, 2016
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Yewande Omotoso
9 books144 followersYEWANDE OMOTOSO was born in Barbados and grew up in Nigeria, moving to South Africa with her family in 1992. Trained as an Architect she is the author of Bom Boy (Modjaji Books, 2011) which won the South African Literary Award for First-Time Published Author and was shortlisted for the South African Sunday Times Fiction Prize. In 2013 she was a finalist in the the inaugural, pan-African Etisalat Fiction Prize. Her second novel The Woman Next Door (Chatto and Windus, 2016) was longlisted for the Bailey's Women Prize and shortlisted for the Dublin Literary Award. An Unusual Grief (Cassava Republic, 2022) is Omotoso's third novel. Omotoso works as a Storytelling Advisor with Greenpeace International and lives in Johannesburg.
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December 3, 2021Click here to watch a video review of this book on my channel, From Beginning to Bookend.
In South Africa's Cape Town suburb of Constancia, Hortensia James and Marion Agostino are neighbors. Both women had successful careers in their youth, are recently widowed, and they attend the neighborhood committee meetings where they delight in needling one another. Fueled by longstanding racism and unmet desires, they both long for something the other has and are subsequently bitter rivals. When unexpected events force Hortensia and Marion together, a spark of friendship threatens to dissolve their bitterness.
Their rivalry was famous enough for the other committee women to hang back and watch the show. It was known that the two women shared hedge and hatred and they pruned both with a vim that belied their ages.
The Woman Next Door is a cornucopia of elderly woman, replete with age-defying beauty regimens, gossip, and irascible attitudes.
Old women, with their wigs, their painted nails, their lipsticks seeping down whistle lines; scared and old rich white women pretending in the larger scheme of life, that they were important.
Hortensia and Marion are both venomous women with a dash of vinegar, but they assault one another with little more than carefully worded jabs, such as insults delivered in the guise of a compliment. Absent are the juvenile machinations and playful pranks that would have validated a comparison of their story to the rivalry of Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau in Grumpy Old Men.
Critics have praised this book for being "outrageously funny" or liable to make one "howl with laughter," but it garnered no laughter, no chuckles, not even a smirk. This book is void of humor, something it sorely needed to bolster its otherwise tepid pacing and bland characters.
Hortensia and Marion are both in their eighties, and each woman is resigned to death, willing and ready for the Grim Reaper to swing his scythe. Their resignation toward death makes this story depressing rather than funny.
In another year she would be eighty-two. Her parents had died before then, living separate lives in the same old-age home, quiet in their bitterness and hate. Why couldn't she have followed their example? Why did she have to live longer? What was the point anyway?
The writing lacks a certain richness, and the author's use of pronouns is occasionally difficult to follow. Now and then the author's intended meaning is puzzling:
'Race this, race that. Everything race - "when you say 'these people'" . . . Cow!" Marion braked in time to spare a cat scuttling across the road in the half-light of dusk.
When the reasons for the rivalry and bitterness between these two women finally emerge, they feel weightless and unworthy of such discord.
Topics like slavery, colonialism, immigration, race relations and class are explored at the surface level with no bold assertions made or uncomfortable truths proclaimed.
The Woman Next Door is a quick, flavorless read with two exceedingly similar protagonists and a painful lack of payoff.
In South Africa's Cape Town suburb of Constancia, Hortensia James and Marion Agostino are neighbors. Both women had successful careers in their youth, are recently widowed, and they attend the neighborhood committee meetings where they delight in needling one another. Fueled by longstanding racism and unmet desires, they both long for something the other has and are subsequently bitter rivals. When unexpected events force Hortensia and Marion together, a spark of friendship threatens to dissolve their bitterness.
Their rivalry was famous enough for the other committee women to hang back and watch the show. It was known that the two women shared hedge and hatred and they pruned both with a vim that belied their ages.
The Woman Next Door is a cornucopia of elderly woman, replete with age-defying beauty regimens, gossip, and irascible attitudes.
Old women, with their wigs, their painted nails, their lipsticks seeping down whistle lines; scared and old rich white women pretending in the larger scheme of life, that they were important.
Hortensia and Marion are both venomous women with a dash of vinegar, but they assault one another with little more than carefully worded jabs, such as insults delivered in the guise of a compliment. Absent are the juvenile machinations and playful pranks that would have validated a comparison of their story to the rivalry of Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau in Grumpy Old Men.
Critics have praised this book for being "outrageously funny" or liable to make one "howl with laughter," but it garnered no laughter, no chuckles, not even a smirk. This book is void of humor, something it sorely needed to bolster its otherwise tepid pacing and bland characters.
Hortensia and Marion are both in their eighties, and each woman is resigned to death, willing and ready for the Grim Reaper to swing his scythe. Their resignation toward death makes this story depressing rather than funny.
In another year she would be eighty-two. Her parents had died before then, living separate lives in the same old-age home, quiet in their bitterness and hate. Why couldn't she have followed their example? Why did she have to live longer? What was the point anyway?
The writing lacks a certain richness, and the author's use of pronouns is occasionally difficult to follow. Now and then the author's intended meaning is puzzling:
'Race this, race that. Everything race - "when you say 'these people'" . . . Cow!" Marion braked in time to spare a cat scuttling across the road in the half-light of dusk.
When the reasons for the rivalry and bitterness between these two women finally emerge, they feel weightless and unworthy of such discord.
Topics like slavery, colonialism, immigration, race relations and class are explored at the surface level with no bold assertions made or uncomfortable truths proclaimed.
The Woman Next Door is a quick, flavorless read with two exceedingly similar protagonists and a painful lack of payoff.
August 5, 2019
I received a copy of The Woman Next Door from its publishers, Chatto and Windus, via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.
Hortensia James and Marion Agostino have been rivals for decades, though they’ve lived on the other side of a hedge from each other for all those years. In post-apartheid South Africa, one is black and one is white; what they have in common is their spunkiness in old age, that they’ve both been recently widowed and that they both feel a certain superiority from the successful careers they once had. They’ve become comfortable sniping at each from across the way, antagonizing each other over racial differences and otherwise at neighborhood meetings, but when unexpected life circumstances hit them both, will they be willing to set their differences aside and find friendship within each other?
I was really looking forward to reading this novel by Omotoso and had it on my to-read list before I knew that I could get in on NetGally. However, The Woman Next Door was a bit of a disappointment for me. For me, the conflict never came across as organic or authentic. The build-up of their long-time feud seemed rushed, superficial and underdeveloped. With this being the very foundation for the way that the novel unfolded, the novel never came together for me. It never grabbed me or moved me in any way. In fact, I found it difficult to even finish. The characters seemed to only be developed based on stories told to each other in dialogue and narrative passages that never delved deep enough into their background for me to feel that I knew them or to sympathize or identify with them. I found the writing to be threadbare, just enough to tell the story, but not enough to feel complete, certainly not enough to hold my attention as a reader.
With that in mind, I’m giving this novel 2 stars because there were elements of the plot that worked well and could have really made this novel a delight, but I can’t give Omotoso more than that because I honestly felt it wasn’t well executed at all. 2 stars **
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Hortensia James and Marion Agostino have been rivals for decades, though they’ve lived on the other side of a hedge from each other for all those years. In post-apartheid South Africa, one is black and one is white; what they have in common is their spunkiness in old age, that they’ve both been recently widowed and that they both feel a certain superiority from the successful careers they once had. They’ve become comfortable sniping at each from across the way, antagonizing each other over racial differences and otherwise at neighborhood meetings, but when unexpected life circumstances hit them both, will they be willing to set their differences aside and find friendship within each other?
I was really looking forward to reading this novel by Omotoso and had it on my to-read list before I knew that I could get in on NetGally. However, The Woman Next Door was a bit of a disappointment for me. For me, the conflict never came across as organic or authentic. The build-up of their long-time feud seemed rushed, superficial and underdeveloped. With this being the very foundation for the way that the novel unfolded, the novel never came together for me. It never grabbed me or moved me in any way. In fact, I found it difficult to even finish. The characters seemed to only be developed based on stories told to each other in dialogue and narrative passages that never delved deep enough into their background for me to feel that I knew them or to sympathize or identify with them. I found the writing to be threadbare, just enough to tell the story, but not enough to feel complete, certainly not enough to hold my attention as a reader.
With that in mind, I’m giving this novel 2 stars because there were elements of the plot that worked well and could have really made this novel a delight, but I can’t give Omotoso more than that because I honestly felt it wasn’t well executed at all. 2 stars **
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January 7, 2018
Hortensia James, 85, small with a bad leg, bitter and angry, waits for her husband to die, releasing her from sixty years in a wrecked marriage. She lives in Katyerijn, a housing colony in Cape Town Constantia in post-apartheid South Africa. She is the only black owner in the colony. Her next door neighbor is Marion Agostino, a recent widow facing financial ruin and her racism. She’s also an architect who designed the home Hortensia lives in, one she always coveted for herself, but could never purchase whenever it came up for sale. And now, Hortensia has decided to make some changes to that award winning floor plan which was Marion’s first project and the jewel in her career crown. What follows is the deconstruction and reconstruction of not just a house, but of a relationship between these two women who, though very different on the outside, may have more in common than they know.
I read this novel for my book club which often challenges me to sample books I’d never choose on my own, some of them to my liking and quite a few not. So when I first started reading this book which featured two very disagreeable main characters who seemed to care only about themselves, I was sure which category it would fall into. I groaned inwardly at the thought of having to endure them for an entire book which I predicted I’d never rate more than two stars. But something happened along the way. I didn’t exactly grow to like Hortensia and Marion, who at the beginning appalled me, but I became fascinated by them and their outrageousness, and enjoyed their prickly conversations, wanting to know how they came to be as they were and if they’d ever grow and change.
This isn’t a book to read for its historical elements on post-apartheid South Africa since it barely touched upon it. It’s more of a book about human nature and the nature of racism as the reader learns the history of these two women and what has brought them to their present state, individually and collectively, when they finally sit down and truly talk.
Hortensia left out stories of what she called ‘the freeze’. Hard stares from fellow students and lecturers alike; stares from people who looked through you, not at you; stares intent on disappearing you; and stares you fought by making yourself solid.
Marion had avoided history. Or she’d invented her own. After all, what was history but a record of what gets noticed? Noticing, it seemed to Marion, was what life was really about. Noticing and not noticing, remembering and forgetting.
“You say I’m a hypocrite. I have to be. I have to pretend it happened somewhere else; that I read it in a book. I would not be able to get out of bed otherwise.”
Surprisingly, there was much humor in this book, as well, and many insightful lines that made me stop and think. Here are some of the ones that stood out for me:
The medication took turns making Hortensia feel like a superhero and making her want to punch everyone. In other words, it had little effect on her.
Marion the Vulture was repairing her nest.
‘I don’t see him as black.’
‘Of course you don’t. That’s what makes you racist.’
Agnes’s face had always surprised Marion. Two eyes, a nose and mouth, yes, but the composure. Where does someone, especially without much money, buy that kind of peace? Life was much too glaring without the shade of lots of cash.
She tied a block of concrete to her ankle and let it drag her down. Hating, after all, was a drier form of drowning.
Conversation flapped about, looking for deep waters.
Was time here, she thought, in the room with them? Had time sat down for a short while?
Night was the real measure of love, Hortensia thought. Anything can sparkle in the daylight. But night –that was when humanity got tested.
Recommended for book clubs and anyone who enjoys unique characters and thought-provoking lines like those included in this review.
I read this novel for my book club which often challenges me to sample books I’d never choose on my own, some of them to my liking and quite a few not. So when I first started reading this book which featured two very disagreeable main characters who seemed to care only about themselves, I was sure which category it would fall into. I groaned inwardly at the thought of having to endure them for an entire book which I predicted I’d never rate more than two stars. But something happened along the way. I didn’t exactly grow to like Hortensia and Marion, who at the beginning appalled me, but I became fascinated by them and their outrageousness, and enjoyed their prickly conversations, wanting to know how they came to be as they were and if they’d ever grow and change.
This isn’t a book to read for its historical elements on post-apartheid South Africa since it barely touched upon it. It’s more of a book about human nature and the nature of racism as the reader learns the history of these two women and what has brought them to their present state, individually and collectively, when they finally sit down and truly talk.
Hortensia left out stories of what she called ‘the freeze’. Hard stares from fellow students and lecturers alike; stares from people who looked through you, not at you; stares intent on disappearing you; and stares you fought by making yourself solid.
Marion had avoided history. Or she’d invented her own. After all, what was history but a record of what gets noticed? Noticing, it seemed to Marion, was what life was really about. Noticing and not noticing, remembering and forgetting.
“You say I’m a hypocrite. I have to be. I have to pretend it happened somewhere else; that I read it in a book. I would not be able to get out of bed otherwise.”
Surprisingly, there was much humor in this book, as well, and many insightful lines that made me stop and think. Here are some of the ones that stood out for me:
The medication took turns making Hortensia feel like a superhero and making her want to punch everyone. In other words, it had little effect on her.
Marion the Vulture was repairing her nest.
‘I don’t see him as black.’
‘Of course you don’t. That’s what makes you racist.’
Agnes’s face had always surprised Marion. Two eyes, a nose and mouth, yes, but the composure. Where does someone, especially without much money, buy that kind of peace? Life was much too glaring without the shade of lots of cash.
She tied a block of concrete to her ankle and let it drag her down. Hating, after all, was a drier form of drowning.
Conversation flapped about, looking for deep waters.
Was time here, she thought, in the room with them? Had time sat down for a short while?
Night was the real measure of love, Hortensia thought. Anything can sparkle in the daylight. But night –that was when humanity got tested.
Recommended for book clubs and anyone who enjoys unique characters and thought-provoking lines like those included in this review.
February 28, 2019
Loved THE WOMAN NEXT DOOR by Yewande Omotoso about two nasty women feuding, the indignities of aging, and racial tensions in present day South Africa. By turns funny and moving and painful. This one will stay with me.
February 5, 2024
A beautiful book about ageing, friendship, grief and change. An unforgettable read
In The Woman Next Door we meet Hortensia James, a Black renowned designer from Barbados whose lived all over the world and decided to make Cape Town her retirement city. She moves into a rich neighbourhood and immediately feels unwelcomed. Hortensia husband is in palliative care at home so she has a lot of free time on her hands. She decides to be a part of the neighbourhood committee where she meets her next door neighbour.
Marion Agostino is a white and has lived in Cape Town majority of her life. Recently widowed, she spends majority of her time with the neighbourhood committee, with her grandchild and her dog. Being the chairman of the neighbourhood watch may be Marion’s entire personality. That is until she finds out her dead husband left her for broke and she may lose everything she holds dear if she loses her house.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I don’t know what it is about reading about older protagonist but I could not put this book down. The friendship was unlikely and I think it goes back to what makes this book so lovely. The author showed us the characters’ humanity. They were two miserable old ladies, but you felt for them in a genuine way. I really loved how everything played out.
This is my first book by this author and I look forward to reading more. Truly a beautiful book!
In The Woman Next Door we meet Hortensia James, a Black renowned designer from Barbados whose lived all over the world and decided to make Cape Town her retirement city. She moves into a rich neighbourhood and immediately feels unwelcomed. Hortensia husband is in palliative care at home so she has a lot of free time on her hands. She decides to be a part of the neighbourhood committee where she meets her next door neighbour.
Marion Agostino is a white and has lived in Cape Town majority of her life. Recently widowed, she spends majority of her time with the neighbourhood committee, with her grandchild and her dog. Being the chairman of the neighbourhood watch may be Marion’s entire personality. That is until she finds out her dead husband left her for broke and she may lose everything she holds dear if she loses her house.
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I don’t know what it is about reading about older protagonist but I could not put this book down. The friendship was unlikely and I think it goes back to what makes this book so lovely. The author showed us the characters’ humanity. They were two miserable old ladies, but you felt for them in a genuine way. I really loved how everything played out.
This is my first book by this author and I look forward to reading more. Truly a beautiful book!
August 2, 2016
This is one of those literary fiction novels where the main characters are female. And it's about the subtleties of how women relate to each other. Especially from different social, economic and cultural backgrounds.
Marion and Hortensia are both strong women. They've had successful businesses. Have opinions and not afraid to state them or stand up for them. Both are strong willed and sometimes stubborn. Hortensia especially so.
They've been living next door to each other in a suburb of Cape Town, South Africa for going on 20 years. And have had a bitter feud for the whole time.
As the novel begins, both are now retired. Have little to do with their days which means the feuding is even stronger than ever.
Yet... eventually everything must change and it begins in this novel with their husbands dying only a short period apart from each other. The deaths are the rocks thrown into the pond and now their lives are rippling... and crossing each other.
It's very well written. I really appreciated the subtle insights given to the characters. Like this one:
"The problem with shame, Marion thought to herself, is that it breeds unproductivity. It is such a crippling thing."
Another one:
"They ate and Hortensia thought about how intimate eating with someone was. How you might not ever really know a person until you took soup with them, listened to them slurp or try not to slurp, listened to them swallow."
In the small details that we take for granted, Yewande has reaped interesting new insights and perspectives.
For me, Yewande has become another author to watch for.
Highly recommended. Easy 5 stars from me.
Thank you to the publisher for the free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.
Marion and Hortensia are both strong women. They've had successful businesses. Have opinions and not afraid to state them or stand up for them. Both are strong willed and sometimes stubborn. Hortensia especially so.
They've been living next door to each other in a suburb of Cape Town, South Africa for going on 20 years. And have had a bitter feud for the whole time.
As the novel begins, both are now retired. Have little to do with their days which means the feuding is even stronger than ever.
Yet... eventually everything must change and it begins in this novel with their husbands dying only a short period apart from each other. The deaths are the rocks thrown into the pond and now their lives are rippling... and crossing each other.
It's very well written. I really appreciated the subtle insights given to the characters. Like this one:
"The problem with shame, Marion thought to herself, is that it breeds unproductivity. It is such a crippling thing."
Another one:
"They ate and Hortensia thought about how intimate eating with someone was. How you might not ever really know a person until you took soup with them, listened to them slurp or try not to slurp, listened to them swallow."
In the small details that we take for granted, Yewande has reaped interesting new insights and perspectives.
For me, Yewande has become another author to watch for.
Highly recommended. Easy 5 stars from me.
Thank you to the publisher for the free copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.
February 11, 2017
Two well educated old ladies living next door to each other - one white and one black - in the 1950's. Both women had lost their husbands. There was no love lost between these two women, they bickered about everything. Only the hedge between their properties kept them apart, when all of the sudden, due to an unfortunate accident, the two women are thrown together - living together. Does this mellow their animosity or further incite it?
I tended to love some of the characters in this story and dislike others, both for their weaknesses and their strengths. Good writing by the author and probably her intent. This book appears much like an authors debut novel, however it is not. Omotoso is a recognized award winning author. Not a bad novel, by any means, it is a mellow novel, nothing explosive, detailing the everyday life of two rich women in Africa during apartheid, and how each in their own way faced and solved problems.
My rating of 3 stars is due to a couple shifts in the reading, not readily explained, and to twice feeling like I had lost the immediate vision of the story. This may have been a overlooked fact or situation, earlier in the book, but it caused a slight fracture in my overall grasp of events.
I tended to love some of the characters in this story and dislike others, both for their weaknesses and their strengths. Good writing by the author and probably her intent. This book appears much like an authors debut novel, however it is not. Omotoso is a recognized award winning author. Not a bad novel, by any means, it is a mellow novel, nothing explosive, detailing the everyday life of two rich women in Africa during apartheid, and how each in their own way faced and solved problems.
My rating of 3 stars is due to a couple shifts in the reading, not readily explained, and to twice feeling like I had lost the immediate vision of the story. This may have been a overlooked fact or situation, earlier in the book, but it caused a slight fracture in my overall grasp of events.
May 23, 2016
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Country: Barbados
The Woman Next Door is a story about the years-long feud between two neighbours, Marion and Hortensia, living in post-apartheid South Africa. While Hortensia is a woman of color, grumpy and angry at life, Marion is a racist, white snob. Both are successful in their careers, both are strong willed and don't like backing down. The sum of all of these characteristic creates a bitter relationship between them which looks like it could not be overcome...
I would not say that this central story that I told you above is the most important one for me in the book. Ultimately, The Woman Next Door narrates the development of the relationship between the two women, but what I enjoyed the most is their separate back-stories, which were not connected to their relationship. At least on the surface. Because looking back at their pasts, one can make sense of what made them who they were.
The back-stories were ones of struggle, of marriage, of dreaming, even. I was mostly touched by both of their respective marriages and love-lives. That being said, I don't necessarily say I was touched in a good way. Mostly, I felt saddened, even scared to read about how their marriages fell apart, became empty, loveless, passionless. I don't even think there would have been any development between Marion and Hortensia in terms of companionship if they hadn't been this lonely and this sad.
Which brings me to what I didn't like about the book. First, it was very gloomy, upsetting almost. I felt hopeless, not only for the characters' future, but for the future as a whole. Because the message The Woman Next Door sent was: you will grow old, your partner will stop loving you, your children will abandon you, life will screw you over time and again.
Between the two main characters, I preferred Marion, as rude as this might sound. Because at the end, she was the one who managed to overcome her flaws a lot more than Hortensia did. Both were high level b****es, don't get me wrong. But Hortensia was too stubborn to even try to change in the slightest. And she was much too bitter. Marion was fooling herself into believing she was right and she was doing good, Hortensia wanted to be mean, she wanted to make people feel bad, to offend them, to be cruel.
However, and this is something that won points for this book, it also seems to be a somewhat realistic picture of the lives of some old people I've seen. The bitter/mean part, so it was interesting to see how the entire thought process goes that leads to such meanness.
Country: Barbados
The Woman Next Door is a story about the years-long feud between two neighbours, Marion and Hortensia, living in post-apartheid South Africa. While Hortensia is a woman of color, grumpy and angry at life, Marion is a racist, white snob. Both are successful in their careers, both are strong willed and don't like backing down. The sum of all of these characteristic creates a bitter relationship between them which looks like it could not be overcome...
I would not say that this central story that I told you above is the most important one for me in the book. Ultimately, The Woman Next Door narrates the development of the relationship between the two women, but what I enjoyed the most is their separate back-stories, which were not connected to their relationship. At least on the surface. Because looking back at their pasts, one can make sense of what made them who they were.
The back-stories were ones of struggle, of marriage, of dreaming, even. I was mostly touched by both of their respective marriages and love-lives. That being said, I don't necessarily say I was touched in a good way. Mostly, I felt saddened, even scared to read about how their marriages fell apart, became empty, loveless, passionless. I don't even think there would have been any development between Marion and Hortensia in terms of companionship if they hadn't been this lonely and this sad.
Which brings me to what I didn't like about the book. First, it was very gloomy, upsetting almost. I felt hopeless, not only for the characters' future, but for the future as a whole. Because the message The Woman Next Door sent was: you will grow old, your partner will stop loving you, your children will abandon you, life will screw you over time and again.
Between the two main characters, I preferred Marion, as rude as this might sound. Because at the end, she was the one who managed to overcome her flaws a lot more than Hortensia did. Both were high level b****es, don't get me wrong. But Hortensia was too stubborn to even try to change in the slightest. And she was much too bitter. Marion was fooling herself into believing she was right and she was doing good, Hortensia wanted to be mean, she wanted to make people feel bad, to offend them, to be cruel.
However, and this is something that won points for this book, it also seems to be a somewhat realistic picture of the lives of some old people I've seen. The bitter/mean part, so it was interesting to see how the entire thought process goes that leads to such meanness.
February 6, 2022
Charmed and intrigued by Omotoso's Bom Boy last month, I decided to follow up fairly quickly with The Woman Next Door. Although both are set in Cape Town, the two books explore very different worlds. On balance, I liked this one a little more, even though in a way it was a little more mainstream.
Hortensia and Marion are octogenarian widow neighbours in a well-to-do part of Cape Town called Katterijn. They can't stand each other, and both take great delight in undermining or besting the other woman. Nowhere is this more apparent than at the monthly Katterijn Committee meetings, presided over by its founder, Marion, and attended by all the similarly underoccupied elderly owners in the enclave. When a special meeting is called to inform owners of a couple of land claim matters that have arisen, it sets off a chain of events that bring the two women begrudgingly closer in orbit, if not in intimacy.
I had a soft spot for both of these cranky seniors. Very different in personality and background, they each have histories of regret and heartache that warmed me to them, if not to each other. Especially interesting to me was Marion's awakening to her own learned racist attitudes and behaviours and the realisation of a personal responsibility for perpetuating apartheid wrongs. Hortensia's demons come from a much more personal place and are probably more relatable for an international audience. It was also interesting for me to read through Omotoso's GR bio and realise how closely many of Hortensia's characteristics mirror the life of the author.
This is a stronger and more assured book than Bom Boy, cementing Omotoso on my list of African authors to watch out for.
Hortensia and Marion are octogenarian widow neighbours in a well-to-do part of Cape Town called Katterijn. They can't stand each other, and both take great delight in undermining or besting the other woman. Nowhere is this more apparent than at the monthly Katterijn Committee meetings, presided over by its founder, Marion, and attended by all the similarly underoccupied elderly owners in the enclave. When a special meeting is called to inform owners of a couple of land claim matters that have arisen, it sets off a chain of events that bring the two women begrudgingly closer in orbit, if not in intimacy.
I had a soft spot for both of these cranky seniors. Very different in personality and background, they each have histories of regret and heartache that warmed me to them, if not to each other. Especially interesting to me was Marion's awakening to her own learned racist attitudes and behaviours and the realisation of a personal responsibility for perpetuating apartheid wrongs. Hortensia's demons come from a much more personal place and are probably more relatable for an international audience. It was also interesting for me to read through Omotoso's GR bio and realise how closely many of Hortensia's characteristics mirror the life of the author.
This is a stronger and more assured book than Bom Boy, cementing Omotoso on my list of African authors to watch out for.
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September 11, 20177/10 Last Year's Novels/ Contemporary Lit Module
August 3, 2017
Loved it, this is my kind of popular summer read, it brings to mind the recent Alaskan classic I read and enjoyed immensely Two Old Women: An Alaskan Legend of Betrayal, Courage and Survival by Velma Wallis and another that I didn't enjoy so much A Man Called Ove.
It's a tale of octogenarian women Hortensia and Marion who are neighbours in a suburb in Cape Town, South Africa, Marion is a white woman, born there, who has lived through political change, though not learned much from it, rather she has tried to keep as much distance as she possibly can from ever having to confront her deeply embedded, never dealt with ancestral shame.
Hortensia is a black woman, whose parents left Barbados for London, where she grew up and was educated, becoming a successful textile designer, and marrying an Englishman, with whom she moved to Nigeria and eventually (not sure why) to retire in South Africa.
Both women have had similarly sucessful professional lives, both run their own businesses, Marion as an architect, though the birth of her children brought her independence to an earlier close than Hortensia.
Now they are neighbours, on the same street committee and keep each in check - they each represent to the other things about themselves that they would never admit shame or hurt them, so instead they take their bitterness out on each other, assuming that the other isn't capable of understanding their perspective.
Here Marion contemplates her particular shame:
While grumpy old Ove was just plain annoying and unpleasant to spend a whole book with, these two are actually good company, they have interesting back stories, that are drip fed throughout the narrative, they're funny and although they are going to learn something when their lives inevitably come closer than they would have wished for, there's not that sense of over the top, moral victory, I liked that while they overcome something by the end, they don't change too much.
I picked this book up when it was long listed for the Baileys Women's Prize for Fiction 2017 and while it didn't make the short list, it definitely made my list of authors to continue to watch out for and read.
Yewande Omotoso was also born in Barbados, grew up in Nigeria and moved to South Africa where she writes and runs her own architectural practice. This is her second novel.
It's a tale of octogenarian women Hortensia and Marion who are neighbours in a suburb in Cape Town, South Africa, Marion is a white woman, born there, who has lived through political change, though not learned much from it, rather she has tried to keep as much distance as she possibly can from ever having to confront her deeply embedded, never dealt with ancestral shame.
Hortensia is a black woman, whose parents left Barbados for London, where she grew up and was educated, becoming a successful textile designer, and marrying an Englishman, with whom she moved to Nigeria and eventually (not sure why) to retire in South Africa.
Both women have had similarly sucessful professional lives, both run their own businesses, Marion as an architect, though the birth of her children brought her independence to an earlier close than Hortensia.
Now they are neighbours, on the same street committee and keep each in check - they each represent to the other things about themselves that they would never admit shame or hurt them, so instead they take their bitterness out on each other, assuming that the other isn't capable of understanding their perspective.
Here Marion contemplates her particular shame:
"What Hortensia didn't seem to understand was that sometimes we have to honour our ancestors and side with them. This meant we justified what was horrible and turned away from what needed scrutiny. This life of ignoring the obvious required a certain amount of stamina. The alternative to this was to set on a path to make rubbish of what had gone before us. This approach - of principles - activism and struggle - required stamina too. All the same, she'd chosen the other one."
While grumpy old Ove was just plain annoying and unpleasant to spend a whole book with, these two are actually good company, they have interesting back stories, that are drip fed throughout the narrative, they're funny and although they are going to learn something when their lives inevitably come closer than they would have wished for, there's not that sense of over the top, moral victory, I liked that while they overcome something by the end, they don't change too much.
I picked this book up when it was long listed for the Baileys Women's Prize for Fiction 2017 and while it didn't make the short list, it definitely made my list of authors to continue to watch out for and read.
Yewande Omotoso was also born in Barbados, grew up in Nigeria and moved to South Africa where she writes and runs her own architectural practice. This is her second novel.
August 21, 2017
I was really excited about this book. I would have preferred some of the backdrop as to Hortensia's character been revealed much earlier. By the time the author revealed the root of her bitterness the character was so cold and unsympathetic the reveal didn't make her any more of character I should invest in. To the author's credit I enjoyed placing two female elders at the center of the story. While I was reading I pondered how the lives of "successful" women can be shaped by others and their actions and ultimately render them with little control.
April 7, 2017
Bailey's Women's Prize for Women's Fiction 5/16
First of all The Woman Next Door is a good book. I did not mind the writing and the characters were ok. There are flaws though and these occur throughout the whole novel.
The plot deals with Hortensia and Marion, two widows who live next door to each other and quarrel regularly. Hortense is black, Caribbean born while Marion is a Lithuanian Jewess. Both have been successful in their careers and both have suffered hardships of some sort. The setting is post apartheid South Africa, where racism exists but in a more subtle format.
There is a TON of potential with a plot like this and Omotoso tries to stuff everything in this novel and that's where the problems start.
Is The Woman Next Door about racism?, about women's rights? friendship? facing fears? a meditation on death? is it about architecture? textile design? about the sins of the past? Religion? Chauvinistic attitudes? The problem is that way too many subplots are crammed into the book so that none of them give the book depth. Every good idea is fleeting and I found that annoying, and the subplot with the reclaimed land of the village would have been a terrific idea but I felt that it was dealt with badly so it appeared as a waste of ink. However when Omotoso sheds all the million good ideas and focuses on the actual friendship/rivalry between Hortensia and Marion then some great passages crop up. As it is though, The Woman Next Door is an frustrating read.
First of all The Woman Next Door is a good book. I did not mind the writing and the characters were ok. There are flaws though and these occur throughout the whole novel.
The plot deals with Hortensia and Marion, two widows who live next door to each other and quarrel regularly. Hortense is black, Caribbean born while Marion is a Lithuanian Jewess. Both have been successful in their careers and both have suffered hardships of some sort. The setting is post apartheid South Africa, where racism exists but in a more subtle format.
There is a TON of potential with a plot like this and Omotoso tries to stuff everything in this novel and that's where the problems start.
Is The Woman Next Door about racism?, about women's rights? friendship? facing fears? a meditation on death? is it about architecture? textile design? about the sins of the past? Religion? Chauvinistic attitudes? The problem is that way too many subplots are crammed into the book so that none of them give the book depth. Every good idea is fleeting and I found that annoying, and the subplot with the reclaimed land of the village would have been a terrific idea but I felt that it was dealt with badly so it appeared as a waste of ink. However when Omotoso sheds all the million good ideas and focuses on the actual friendship/rivalry between Hortensia and Marion then some great passages crop up. As it is though, The Woman Next Door is an frustrating read.
March 31, 2017
There’s something so irresistible about a story where old people behave badly. Maybe it’s because we all wish we had the right to say exactly what we feel without worrying about future consequences. “The Woman Next Door” focuses on two elderly neighbours Hortensia and Marion who live in a small upscale community in South Africa. Both are professionally successful independent women, but they don’t get along at all and don’t feel the need to pretend to get on. This leads to a lot of amusing confrontations and bitchy banter, especially at the neighbourhood meetings which are more glorified social occasions than gatherings to talk business. However, both these women are experiencing severe personal problems whose difficulties are amplified by their advanced age. On top of this claims are being made upon the land around them as compensation for the slaves of past generations who inhabited this area. They grudgingly become more reliant upon each other to navigate these difficulties, but that doesn’t mean either of them are willing to burry the hatchet.
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March 14, 2021Two elderly South African women, one black, one white, both upper middle class, who have hated each other for twenty years, finally form a relationship through a series of crises and loneliness.
Tbh this didn't do a huge amount for me. The white woman's coming to terms with her own racism and the unspeakable crimes of apartheid was just too little too late, and both of them are spectacularly awful to anyone in their power-- mainly workers, also children, and each other. That changes slowly but... you've spent eighty years being a piece of shit, you want a medal now? I don't know, maybe these are the baby steps from which a future can be built. Interesting but I don't think I got the point.
Tbh this didn't do a huge amount for me. The white woman's coming to terms with her own racism and the unspeakable crimes of apartheid was just too little too late, and both of them are spectacularly awful to anyone in their power-- mainly workers, also children, and each other. That changes slowly but... you've spent eighty years being a piece of shit, you want a medal now? I don't know, maybe these are the baby steps from which a future can be built. Interesting but I don't think I got the point.
April 2, 2017
I thoroughly enjoyed this! It got too simplistic towards the end, but the majority of the book was a breezy, funny, and warm look at aging and regrets. I think a novel like this proves that you can explore topics like race and reparations without writing a dark, pensive book (not that the gloomy books aren't important, but some people will respond more to this type of writing). Recommended if you're looking for a quick, fun read (and especially if you like characters with some vinegar in them!).
April 3, 2017
Fantastic writing and excellent characters, although not what you'd expect. Two cranky old ladies in a Cape Town suburb eventually learn to come together after years of being enemies. Highly recommended!
April 23, 2017
I loved this book! Devoured-it-in-a-day kind of loved this book! It's a powerful look at a modern South Africa, but also a micro look at marriage, love, motherhood. Elegantly written with so many quotable lines and moments. Pick it up!
September 24, 2019
E’ con sincero dispiacere che boccio questo romanzo.
Tre coordinate mi avevano guidato verso questa lettura dopo la lettura di una sua intervista a “Il Manifesto” (https://ilmanifesto.it/yewande-omatos...)
1- una scrittrice africana che è anche architetto; nata alle Barbados, trasferitasi prima in Nigeria e poi In Sudafrica; intrecci d’identità;
2 – due protagoniste femminili che si fronteggiano con le loro differenze;
3 – la questione dell’apartheid …
Il mio mancato apprezzamento sta nel fatto che non sono riuscita a farmi coinvolgere nonostante gli ingredienti fossero di mio gradimento.
Omotoso crea i due personaggi femminili che con il tempo si sono barricati in robuste armature e distribuisce loro in modo palese le proprie esperienze biografiche:
Hortensia è una designer di successo, nata alle Barbados, trasferitasi prima in Nigeria e poi In Sudafricae precisamente a Città del Capo, nell’elegante (e molto bianco) quartiere di Katterijn; Marion è un architetto che in passato ha avuto un discreto successo.
Insomma, tutto sembrava predisposto per una lettura interessante e, invece, la magia non si è realizzata.
Quell’incantesimo che ti tiene incollata ad un libro per cui ogni interruzione ti fa irritare. Non è andata così.
Non mi sono piaciuti i personaggi (nessuno!) e non m’interessa granché l’architettura.
Quello che emerge bene dal racconto è la questione dell’apartheid: quella pagina della Storia dove il concetto di Vergogna è qualcosa di più profondo di un semplice turbamento. E’ qualcosa da cui devi girare la faccia per quanto faccia male.
Un tema importante che, tuttavia, non è bastato a farmi piacere questo romanzo…
Tre coordinate mi avevano guidato verso questa lettura dopo la lettura di una sua intervista a “Il Manifesto” (https://ilmanifesto.it/yewande-omatos...)
1- una scrittrice africana che è anche architetto; nata alle Barbados, trasferitasi prima in Nigeria e poi In Sudafrica; intrecci d’identità;
2 – due protagoniste femminili che si fronteggiano con le loro differenze;
3 – la questione dell’apartheid …
Il mio mancato apprezzamento sta nel fatto che non sono riuscita a farmi coinvolgere nonostante gli ingredienti fossero di mio gradimento.
Omotoso crea i due personaggi femminili che con il tempo si sono barricati in robuste armature e distribuisce loro in modo palese le proprie esperienze biografiche:
Hortensia è una designer di successo, nata alle Barbados, trasferitasi prima in Nigeria e poi In Sudafricae precisamente a Città del Capo, nell’elegante (e molto bianco) quartiere di Katterijn; Marion è un architetto che in passato ha avuto un discreto successo.
Insomma, tutto sembrava predisposto per una lettura interessante e, invece, la magia non si è realizzata.
Quell’incantesimo che ti tiene incollata ad un libro per cui ogni interruzione ti fa irritare. Non è andata così.
Non mi sono piaciuti i personaggi (nessuno!) e non m’interessa granché l’architettura.
Quello che emerge bene dal racconto è la questione dell’apartheid: quella pagina della Storia dove il concetto di Vergogna è qualcosa di più profondo di un semplice turbamento. E’ qualcosa da cui devi girare la faccia per quanto faccia male.
Un tema importante che, tuttavia, non è bastato a farmi piacere questo romanzo…
December 3, 2017
I actually enjoyed this book. Both Hortensia and Marion are just horrible human beings! I was always sooo shocked at how nasty both can be! Their individual stories actually makes you understand where the stone hearts eminate from and I just felt sorry for them more than anything...I loved how in the end they sort of found the humanity in each other and forged a strange friendship...a friendship nonetheless!
November 7, 2017
Re-read it over 3 days. From 19 Oct to 22 Oct.
Excellent piece of writing. The plot is well developed and it rises and falls at appropriate times.
Yewande has a strong grasp for creative writing. The two sparring women, Hortensia and Marion, are detestable, at first glance. Around page 20 (this is a 278 pager) I began to slowly change my perception. As their personas are revealed, layer by layer, I realised that at their advanced age, they both needed to heal, to be loved, to be accepted and most importantly, to forgive themselves for whatever transgressions they did in their past. When they were young and invincible.
I am not going to reveal too much with regards to my thoughts. The Bookworms book club is reviewing this book on 13 Nov.
Till then. Happy reading♡♡
Excellent piece of writing. The plot is well developed and it rises and falls at appropriate times.
Yewande has a strong grasp for creative writing. The two sparring women, Hortensia and Marion, are detestable, at first glance. Around page 20 (this is a 278 pager) I began to slowly change my perception. As their personas are revealed, layer by layer, I realised that at their advanced age, they both needed to heal, to be loved, to be accepted and most importantly, to forgive themselves for whatever transgressions they did in their past. When they were young and invincible.
I am not going to reveal too much with regards to my thoughts. The Bookworms book club is reviewing this book on 13 Nov.
Till then. Happy reading♡♡
January 25, 2018
I read this book for the Book Riot Read Harder Challenge task to read "A book with a female protagonist over the age of 60." It tells the story of 80 something year old neighbours in post apartheid South Africa. Both women are widows with successful careers behind them. Hortensia is black, Marion is white and they can't stand each other. After an unfortunate accident, they end up having to spend more time together and gradually come to tolerate each other.
This was entertaining enough as a comedy of manners which I enjoyed reading, but I don't think it will leave much of a lasting impression.
This was entertaining enough as a comedy of manners which I enjoyed reading, but I don't think it will leave much of a lasting impression.
Shelved as 'did-not-finish'
April 25, 2017I'm interested in South African literature, so I was hoping the mediocre reviews were wrong. They were not: I bailed on this less than 10% of the way in because of the underwhelming prose.
August 7, 2018
This was great!
I'm going to post a review here and on my #bookstagram soon. @luvnecia
I'm going to post a review here and on my #bookstagram soon. @luvnecia
January 5, 2018
The Woman Next Door is about regrets and bitterness at the end of life - a cautionary tale for sure about dealing with difficulties, traumas, sadness earlier rather than later in your life. I know people who feel like both the women in the book, and like them there are life experiences that have brought them to where they are.
I know people with the kind of stuck racial thinking that the white woman displays through most of the book. As these two women were educated, independent in running their own businesses and advantaged in different ways, I did get impatient with the white woman's stereotypical thinking about black people over a long life time. I also got impatient with the black woman's inertia in dealing with her traumas around her husband's infidelity and her unhappiness in the marriage. Race certainly plays a role in both their life experiences. I think the author as much showed the similarities in their 'stuckness' from their experiences as women as much as from their different races. This could have been a story about two disappointed women of the same race and had just as much power I think. But this is from my white woman's perspective.
The women both reveal some of what has led to their extreme bitterness towards the end of the book. In some ways for them and the reader it is too little too late.
I know people with the kind of stuck racial thinking that the white woman displays through most of the book. As these two women were educated, independent in running their own businesses and advantaged in different ways, I did get impatient with the white woman's stereotypical thinking about black people over a long life time. I also got impatient with the black woman's inertia in dealing with her traumas around her husband's infidelity and her unhappiness in the marriage. Race certainly plays a role in both their life experiences. I think the author as much showed the similarities in their 'stuckness' from their experiences as women as much as from their different races. This could have been a story about two disappointed women of the same race and had just as much power I think. But this is from my white woman's perspective.
The women both reveal some of what has led to their extreme bitterness towards the end of the book. In some ways for them and the reader it is too little too late.
December 11, 2017
"Men make the best bestfriends" I can't be best friends with a woman, they gossip a lot and they are always jealous"
Tbh, I cannot relate. All my life, I have never been best friends with a male. As I morphed from a shy awkward teenager, women/sisters have always been my pillar of support and my harshest critic.
This is why I can relate to Yewande Omotoso's profound tale about Hortentia and Marion's extraordinary friendship.
Even though they are constantly on each other's nerves, every moment of their rivalry is beautifully drawn, subtle, strange, with a hint of anger. Anger at their loss, anger at their spouses for leaving them in debt, anger at their children for abandoning them, anger at the world for ignoring them and anger at life for screwing them over.
Reading a story about 80 year old women does good things for you, it helps you realize how it is important to care for the elderly.
And how to prepare well for your own wrinkling/aging and death.
Tbh, I cannot relate. All my life, I have never been best friends with a male. As I morphed from a shy awkward teenager, women/sisters have always been my pillar of support and my harshest critic.
This is why I can relate to Yewande Omotoso's profound tale about Hortentia and Marion's extraordinary friendship.
Even though they are constantly on each other's nerves, every moment of their rivalry is beautifully drawn, subtle, strange, with a hint of anger. Anger at their loss, anger at their spouses for leaving them in debt, anger at their children for abandoning them, anger at the world for ignoring them and anger at life for screwing them over.
Reading a story about 80 year old women does good things for you, it helps you realize how it is important to care for the elderly.
And how to prepare well for your own wrinkling/aging and death.
October 14, 2017
This is a major novel in disguise. Dealing with two cranky female protagonists at the evening of their lives, The Woman Next Door novel is also about civilizations, about South Africa and Apartheid, about aging and dying, about design and architecture and about the nature of relationships especially in the context of that biblical dogma about loving one's neigbour.
May 26, 2023
Goddesses help you if you're two grumpy neighbor ladies in South Africa, one black and one white, who started off on the wrong foot. With intelligence, humor, and tenderness, Omotoso does an amazing job navigating the complexities of long-term friendship between women.
September 24, 2020
The woman next door speelt zich af in een chique villawijk in Kaapstad. Hortensia en Marian, de ene wit de ander zwart, zijn buurvrouwen én gezworen vijanden. Kunnen ze na hun tachtigste de vijandigheid nog overwinnen? Zijn er niet ook voldoende overeenkomsten tussen de beide dames op leeftijd?
Ik heb The woman next door heel graag gelezen. Doordat de beide hoofdpersonages al op leeftijd zijn, hebben ze allebei al heel wat meegemaakt. Door middel van flashbacks begrijp je steeds beter waardoor de vrouwen zo bitter zijn geworden. Hoewel zowel Hortensia als Marion geen super sympathieke personages zijn, krijg je als lezer toch een band met hen. Ik kon niet stoppen met lezen - ik wilde ontdekken hoe het verhaal van de buurvrouwen verder zou gaans In combinatie met de fijne schrijfstijl vloog ik door dit boek heen.
Een uitgebreide recensie volgt.
Ik heb The woman next door heel graag gelezen. Doordat de beide hoofdpersonages al op leeftijd zijn, hebben ze allebei al heel wat meegemaakt. Door middel van flashbacks begrijp je steeds beter waardoor de vrouwen zo bitter zijn geworden. Hoewel zowel Hortensia als Marion geen super sympathieke personages zijn, krijg je als lezer toch een band met hen. Ik kon niet stoppen met lezen - ik wilde ontdekken hoe het verhaal van de buurvrouwen verder zou gaans In combinatie met de fijne schrijfstijl vloog ik door dit boek heen.
Een uitgebreide recensie volgt.
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July 19, 2018"She had teeth in her heart. Marion knew they shouldn't be there, but there they were: teeth in her heart."
Hortensia James and Marion Agostino share a few similarities: they're both of a certain age, they're both widowed or nearly widowed, they both worked their hearts out to get to the top of their respective professional fields, and for different reasons, they each started living small--making themselves smaller, smothering a part of themselves--years ago. You wouldn't know this self-repression or their similarities from looking at them, as it's their decades of venomous bickering that's left a very public impression: "Their rivalry was infamous enough for the other committee women to hang back and watch the show. It was known that the two women shared hedge and hatred and they pruned both with a vim that belied their ages."
When the two are forced to live together following an accident, the forced intimacy allows them to both re-trace the grooves of their antagonism as well as create some new connections. It allows secrets and truths and confessions to grow.
The Woman Next Door is a tightly-focused character study of two elderly neighbors in South Africa. I'd particularly recommend this to readers who love periodic deep dives into backstory--frequent if graceful shifts between the present and the past--because that's where the magic of Omotoso's storytelling lies. She shines a light on what history is, and how things get lost, and how we fail to be as brave as we ought to be, and what we do as a result.
Hortensia and Marion's interactions are spiteful and bitter, and the text didn't immediately provide a lot of grounding for it. This still worked for me, because I liked Omotoso's neat, jigsaw prose, and I could already see where she was undermining simplistic preconceptions and having fun with some gentle humor. Both women ended up fleshed out, felt real and complex to me, and I was eagerly reading to know how their hearts and their identities had been shaped. I also appreciated how Omotoso focused on embodiment and the connection between how aging feels physically and how it feels emotionally:
This is a book that allows its protagonists to be mean-spirited and cowardly, that allows us to understand these women and know that they have reached the end of their lives feeling unsatisfied and lonely. But it does show some redemption in how they come together, the choices they make now, the apologies they're capable of, the forgiveness they might not be capable of. In that way, I was a little surprised that the very ending felt a bit sweet, with only the slightest hint of tart, and I did want something a little more twisty, maybe more bitter. Maybe that was because Omotoso was so clear and skillful at depicting how hate and irrationality consume a person:
Hortensia James and Marion Agostino share a few similarities: they're both of a certain age, they're both widowed or nearly widowed, they both worked their hearts out to get to the top of their respective professional fields, and for different reasons, they each started living small--making themselves smaller, smothering a part of themselves--years ago. You wouldn't know this self-repression or their similarities from looking at them, as it's their decades of venomous bickering that's left a very public impression: "Their rivalry was infamous enough for the other committee women to hang back and watch the show. It was known that the two women shared hedge and hatred and they pruned both with a vim that belied their ages."
When the two are forced to live together following an accident, the forced intimacy allows them to both re-trace the grooves of their antagonism as well as create some new connections. It allows secrets and truths and confessions to grow.
The Woman Next Door is a tightly-focused character study of two elderly neighbors in South Africa. I'd particularly recommend this to readers who love periodic deep dives into backstory--frequent if graceful shifts between the present and the past--because that's where the magic of Omotoso's storytelling lies. She shines a light on what history is, and how things get lost, and how we fail to be as brave as we ought to be, and what we do as a result.
Hortensia and Marion's interactions are spiteful and bitter, and the text didn't immediately provide a lot of grounding for it. This still worked for me, because I liked Omotoso's neat, jigsaw prose, and I could already see where she was undermining simplistic preconceptions and having fun with some gentle humor. Both women ended up fleshed out, felt real and complex to me, and I was eagerly reading to know how their hearts and their identities had been shaped. I also appreciated how Omotoso focused on embodiment and the connection between how aging feels physically and how it feels emotionally:
"Her walk had been the first thing to go that really hurt. A dash of grey on her head, a slight dip in breasts small enough for dipping not to matter, an extra line on her neck had never bothered her. Her eyes were good, her teeth were hers. But the loss of her walk was the first sign that time was wicked and had fingers to take things. It wasn't just dates up on a wall, it was a war. Time took away her walk. She awoke one morning with the left leg aching, a throb that would come and go but never permanently leave. So now she lumbered, she limped; many times she sat, but since she'd reached sixty-five, she hadn't sauntered. When you're Hortensia James and you have pride but no walk to saunter it with--well, life is difficult."Both women have a complicated relationship to their own histories, and how they've disappointed themselves in the past. Some of the self-examination they engage in isn't pretty. I appreciated that the Omotoso didn't shy away from the ugliness of racism, and whether reconciliation is even possible by anyone who knows, anyone who remembers. She doesn't offer answers, but she still makes these characters live with that question. Just like all of us have to, if we bother to look.
This is a book that allows its protagonists to be mean-spirited and cowardly, that allows us to understand these women and know that they have reached the end of their lives feeling unsatisfied and lonely. But it does show some redemption in how they come together, the choices they make now, the apologies they're capable of, the forgiveness they might not be capable of. In that way, I was a little surprised that the very ending felt a bit sweet, with only the slightest hint of tart, and I did want something a little more twisty, maybe more bitter. Maybe that was because Omotoso was so clear and skillful at depicting how hate and irrationality consume a person:
"At the age of thirty-one Hortensia James started to hate. It took her some time, the way certain fads stutter before they really take off. She wrestled it for a while, resisted. She understood that hate was a kind of acid and she preferred not to burn. Also hate was unpopular and, back in those days anyway, she'd still wanted to be liked.This is the first book I've read from this year's Baileys Prize longlist, and it's a strong start. For the most part, it was a nuanced and insightful read, and especially for such a focused story--two small lives on the edge of history, near the end of their own history--it's graceful and encompassing.
The longing slowly left her, though. She went from resenting just Peter, to the housekeeper, the driver, the market woman. People were slow, simple-minded; they all harbored ill intentions, seemed determined to be unhelpful, especially when their jobs required being of service. They didn't answer questions properly, spoke as if they had been trained all their lives to frustrate whoever addressed them. Hortensia's foul temper kept her mouth in a line, her brow knit, her teeth pressed together and her eyes cutting. She got good at chopping the legs off people, with no knife, with only words. She was always angry and while, initially, she noticed it (worried that it shouldn't be there), it slowly became what was normal. She developed headaches. She tied a block of concrete to her ankle and let it drag her down. Hating, after all, was a drier form of drowning."
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