
When four graduates from a small Massachusetts college move to New York to make their way, they’re broke, adrift, and buoyed only by their friendship and ambition. There is kind, handsome Willem, an aspiring actor; JB, a quick-witted, sometimes cruel Brooklyn-born painter seeking entry to the art world; Malcolm, a frustrated architect at a prominent firm; and withdrawn, brilliant, enigmatic Jude, who serves as their center of gravity. Over the decades, their relationships deepen and darken, tinged by addiction, success, and pride. Yet their greatest challenge, each comes to realize, is Jude himself, by midlife a terrifyingly talented litigator yet an increasingly broken man, his mind and body scarred by an unspeakable childhood, and haunted by what he fears is a degree of trauma that he’ll not only be unable to overcome-but that will define his life forever.
I started out giving this book 5 stars, but after letting the dust settle I’ve decided 3 stars is more accurate. I only ever give 5 stars to books that I love and will want to re-read at some stage. I can honestly say that I will never want to re-read this book.
I’m afraid that I may be in the minority here, but I did not love this book. I found the relentless misery of Jude’s life overdone. While what happened to him was awful, the fact that he refused to get any help chipped away at any sympathy or empathy that I felt for him.
Perhaps that is the fault of the writing which I found alternatively quite lovely and overwrought. I also felt that it was lacking in character development. I didn’t find any of the characters that well developed, even Jude. Maybe if there had been a little less attention paid to depicting his constant cutting and self-mutilation we could have had more time devoted to fleshing out the other characters.
I also found some aspects of the plot unbelievable. For example, all four of the main characters became fabulously wealthy and famous. The other thing I found puzzling was how Willem and Jude ended up in a relationship. Willem sitting on the sofa one day and deciding that his feelings toward Jude had deepened, is not really an explanation.
I think that Daniel Mendelsohn in his review for the NY Review of Books best sums up my feelings about this book:
“You suspect that Yanagihara wanted Jude to be one of those doomed golden children around whose disintegrations certain beloved novels revolve—Sebastian Flyte, say, in Brideshead Revisited. But the problem with Jude is that, from the start, he’s a pill: you never care enough about him to get emotionally involved in the first place, let alone affected by his demise. Sometimes I wondered whether even Yanagihara liked him. There is something punitive in the contrived and unredeemed quality of Jude’s endless sufferings; it sometimes feels as if the author is working off a private emotion of her own.“
All in all I’m not sorry I read this book. It was one of those stories that I thought about when I wasn’t reading it and continued to ponder after I’d finished. One thing I did wonder though; would the reaction to this book be different if the character of Jude had been a woman? I’m not sure I have an answer to that but it certainly got me thinking.