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Billy Heller, NY Post Required Reading The grass may be greener on the other side of the fence, but the black leather-wearing black sheep of a boisterous Midwestern Jewish clan never figured her best friend would actually leap into her backyard. Photographer Rachel happily trades her suburban Chicago roots for the boho life in New York City, and though she longs to revel in the edgy art world where her idol, Elizabeth--daughter of a famed Life photographer--was raised, Elizabeth can't shed the trappings fast enough for the "normal" life Rachel shuns. The gimmick is clever, but...there's more to this hip tale of yearning than her transformation, and Shapiro champions the small asides, the stubborn secrets, and the unconditional affection of a big, complicated family to forge a connection with readers. Publishers Weekly Even heavier on the family drama, but with a light touch: Susan Shapiro's Overexposed (St. Martin's, August) features a photographer (she "thinks she's the next Diane Arbus") who has happily escaped her nebbishy Midwestern family ("I don't belong here," she told her mother as a child) for Manhattan. The twist: Her WASP mentor marries her younger brother and transforms herself into the sweet Jewish daughter (or "JAP wannabe") that the narrator's parents always desired. Josh Lambert, Tablet Magazine |
Patty Engelmann, Booklist I've just finished reading Overexposed -- could hardly put it down -- and find it lively, engrossing, and well-written. Delightful. A roman-a-clef. I'm drawn to the relationship between Ricky and Elizabeth, their attachment believable because it is so real, the ambivalences making it all the more credible. A fine book. Grace Schulman, author of "First Loves & Other Adventures" Shapiro's genius is that she draws characters...so compelling that the reader has no choice but to engage with great hopes for the transformation. Once hooked, it's a hop, skip and a handstand to tryouts for Shapiro's cheering squad...I end up rooting myself hoarse for Shapiro's neurotics...every page as densely packed with humor as a mouthful of Ben & Jerry's is with chunks. Meredith Maran, San Francisco Chronicle |