Infinite Home by
Kathleen Alcott is the story of a building in Brooklyn. An aging and widowed
landlady, Edith, is slowly losing contact with reality, her mind is simply
giving up. The tenants, a bunch of beautiful losers are fighting their eviction
against her money-oriented son. The characters might be socially, emotionally
or intellectually maladjusted, but they are deeply human. After all, their
quest for home contains most human needs; love, security, significance,
friendship, etc. More than a meticulous plot, Infinite Home mostly reveals a set of touching and authentic
characters. The tone is kind and calming, like a daily routine in an uncomplicated
life. Alcott’s writing was described as dreamy, but so are her characters.
This book would attract readers who like personal and touching
stories, in which characters and their relationship are at the center. The
setting of the book remains me of Life a
user’s manual by George Perec, in which Perec described the inhabitants of
a Parisian building. But while Perec tries to add layers over layers of intertwined
stories, Alcott stays simple and on the human experience level. With that in
mind, Alcott’s book is closer to Among
the ten thousand things by Julia Pierpont, a story about family bonds and
its resilience in face of adversity. Or Up
in the Old Hotel by Joseph Mitchell. Mitchell’s stories are nonfiction, but
they portrayed delightfully the life of the has-beens, the cranks and the
misfits of NYC.
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