Cailin, The Word On The Street’s Programming Assistant, just finished The Love Monster by Missy Marston, published by Vehicule Press earlier this year. It is another great find that traveled to our office this spring, and it’s home to a character with a very interesting name…
About the Book:
The Love Monster is the tall tale of one woman’s struggle with mid-life issues. The main character, Margaret H. Atwood, has psoriasis, a boring job and a bad attitude. Her cheating husband has left her. And none of her pants fit any more.
Marston takes the reader on a hilarious journey of recovery. Hope comes in the form of a dope-smoking senior citizen, a religious fanatic, a good lawyer and a talking turtle (not to mention Christo and Jeanne-Claude, Warren Zevon, Neil Armstrong and a yogi buried deep underground). And, of course, hope comes in the form of a love-sick alien speaking in the voice of Donald Sutherland.
More than an irreverent joyride, The Love Monster is also a sweet and tender look at the pain and indignity of being an adult human and a sincere exploration of the very few available remedies:art, love, religion, relentless optimism, and alien intervention.
Q & A with Cailin
1) What drew you to this book?
How can you not read a book with a main character named Margaret Atwood?
2) Did you enjoy the book?
I did, it was an enjoyable read and well-written. It was also, despite involving alien interventions, a realistic portrayal of a difficult break-up. It actually kind of made me wish I had aliens looking out for me like the character Margaret Atwood does.
3) Would you recommend it?
Yes, especially to those who have experienced a bad break-up, hate their job, or who have just been perplexed by how hard life can be. At one point in the novel, Margaret reads all the horrifying, yet totally commonplace news contained in the New York Times. “Margaret does not understand how anyone lives, least of all her. Not: how does anyone live through this or that? Just: how does anyone live? Why bother?” I know I’ve been overwhelmed by that same question before, so reading about Margaret H. Atwood’s process of climbing out of that very dark place was pretty uplifting.