It is easy to get lost in the language of The History of Love. Nicole Krauss has a magical way with words and her prose is beautiful and utterly delicious. She manages to convey the true meaning of loneliness and pain without being overly melodramatic or depressing.
The novel is a delightful concoction of stories told from different perspectives. Krauss has given her narrators with their own distinct voices and fused their stories in such a way that does not get too confusing. Her characters are deeply flawed and incredibly lonely. One is convinced that he is the Messiah, the other is named after a character in a fictional novel that speaks of the truth, and the other is an old man waiting for death, who keeps a card that reads: MY NAME IS LEO GURSKY I HAVE NO FAMILY PLEASE CALL PINELAWN CEMETERY I HAVE A PLOT THERE IN THE JEWISH PART THANK YOU FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION. Each has his or her own set of quirks and remarkable, albeit sad, stories to tell.
In the end, it all boils down to human connections and the immense power of words and stories. Nicole Krauss explores these themes and weaves the stories brilliantly. The History of Love is a marvelous novel that is heartbreakingly beautiful and sad. It is a fantastic book and I thoroughly enjoyed being swept away and getting lost in a world that the author has created. In the words of Kathleen Kelly in You’ve Got Mail, “Read it. I know you’ll love it.”
This was a post by Hanna, who turned on the waterworks after she was rendered catatonic by the aforementioned book. She watched A Good Year with the mother immediately after to thwart melancholic thoughts because she misses the boy and she wants a hug. Right now.