The Island of Missing Trees, by Elif Shafak

Teenaged Ada, whose name means “island” in Turkish, feels isolated living with her father Kostas in 2010s England. Her parents emigrated from Cyprus before she was born, first Kostas and later Defne, who has died before the story begins. In a powerful scene at the beginning of the book, Ada is called upon in the classroom but, frustrated at being misunderstood by her teacher and classmates, she begins to scream and cannot stop.

If she could only learn about her past, especially her parents’ lives on Cyprus and their reasons for leaving, she might at least be able to feel a connection to the past. A second timeline in the story takes us to that past: the 1970s when Cyprus ison the cusp of the violence that will erupt between the Greek and Turkish populations and cause the partition of the island, with a Turkish state in the north (recognised only by Turkey) and a Greek state in the south. Since Kostas is Greek and Defne Turkish, their romance must be kept secret.

A third and surprisingly substantial storyline is narrated by a fig tree in Kostas’s garden. It’s less of a story, though, than a tranche of information.

Most members of my book club loved the book. Indeed Shafak’s prose is often lovely, and if you don’t know anything about the history and culture of Cyprus, you can immerse yourself in luscious details about food, customs and proverbs—fruit bats, butterflies, all kinds of information—before shuddering at the terrible violence.

Others found it uneven and struggled to stay engaged. The time-shifting got in the way for a couple of us. The story sometimes stayed too long with one timeline, so that we had trouble reconnecting when it finally moved to the other. Some complained that the fig tree’s orations were long-winded and didactic, perhaps partly because much of the information overlapped with The Overstory by Richard Powers.

I found this an ambitious novel and respect Shafak for taking on so many themes and elements. We get Cypriot history, online shaming, prejudice against gay couples, the first- and second-generation immigrant experience, global warming, mental health issues, parenting, bullying, generational trauma and more.

I love the premise of two Cypriot teenagers with a forbidden love who choose to cut their daughter off from the past. However, I struggled with the execution. Overwhelmed by so much content, what suffers are plot and character development. My book club noticed that the scream—so memorable!—is never referred to again after those first few pages and wished the author had done more with it. Other bits are mentioned and then dropped. I had trouble following the plot in both the present and the past timelines. The characters, too, are barely developed. I wanted to know Ada better and Kostas and Defne.

As editor Peter Gelfan recently wrote in Jane Friedman’s blog,

Over the millennia and across just about every culture, a plot-like structure is how stories seem to work. If you have a good reason to depart from it, you better also have something else to take up the slack in reader engagement . . .

A story’s premise is the what-if seed that spawns the whole project . . . Sometimes an author gets so excited by his premise that instead of turning it into a plot, he simply takes the reader on a guided tour as the premise plays out. He might bring in a character, or a series of them, whose dialogue explains what’s going on. Other writers conduct their tours through promiscuously multiple points of view, zipping readers as if on a magic carpet from one site to the next.

I did feel as though I were on a magic carpet being zipped around. Some reviewers call the book enchanting and magical and I can see why. Plus I’m often drawn to books with experimental structures. Maybe if I reread this one with different expectations, I will end up loving it as much as the majority of my book club.

If a novel has gotten tons of praise and positive reviews, does that affect your expectations for the book?

Nothing to See Here, by Kevin Wilson

The cover gives the twist away. At least that’s what I thought before deciding with a sigh that I would actually read this story one of my book clubs chose. However, Lillian’s voice pulled me right in, and I raced right through to the end.

At twenty-eight Lillian is living in her mother’s attic, smoking pot and working dead-end jobs. Long ago she’d hoped to escape from this life by earning a scholarship to an exclusive prep school where she became besties with her roommate Madison, a spoiled rich girl. When Madison gets caught in a scandal, Lillian ends up taking the fall and basically gives up on life.

Now Madison needs her again and Lillian can’t help responding to the call. “I tried to think of a time when I hadn’t done what Madison had asked me to do. That time did not exist.”

Married to a senator with presidential ambitions, Madison needs to figure out how to handle the sudden imposition of the Senator’s twins from a previous marriage who are coming to live with them. She hires Lillian—the one person she can trust to keep a secret—to care for them. They are to be hidden away in a guesthouse while Madison finds a way to keep the twins permanently out of sight.

Why? Because Bessie and Roland burst into flames when they are angry or upset.

They are not harmed, though their clothes and everything else around them burn. Lillian doubts her ability to care for any child, much less these two. Her own mother is no role model, gambling away whatever money she can lay her hands on. Plus, as Lillian is the first to tell us, failure is her middle name.

So instead of wanting more, sometimes I just made myself want even less. Sometimes I made myself believe that I wanted nothing, not even food or air. And if I wanted nothing, I’d just turn into a ghost. And that would be the end of it.

The real twist in the story is how Lillian in her own weird way confronts the bizarre challenge of caring for these stubborn, angry and fiery children while shut away in secrecy.

I appreciate stories like this one where every aspect is completely realistic except for one magical element. Magical? Impossible? Anyone who has had to deal with a young child who has BIG FEELINGS might be forgiven for thinking the author is only slightly exaggerating.

Wilson brings so much humor and real insight to the story without shading into sentimentality. Even the rare tender moment is earned by all that has come before.

Some might feel that Madison, the Senator, and Lillian’s mother are flat or predictable. In my long life, I’ve lived among the very rich and among the very poor, and all three characters struck me as true to life. I’ve known so many people like them. It’s a challenge for a writer, though, to depict people who insist on acting like the worst caricatures of themselves.

What first registered for me in this story are the social barriers for anyone who is different. It’s not just senators who try to project an image of a perfect family, hiding away their rebellious or inconvenient children and relatives. You don’t have to spontaneously combust; it’s enough to be just slightly different for people to shy away from you or hysterically call for protection. In my small town quite a few people are screaming about a crime wave, but a question quickly finds that they are talking about panhandlers, none of whom have actually been violent or threatening in any way, just different. Panhandling, of course, is not a crime.

Then I came to believe that Wilson’s story—fun as it is to read—can be seen as being about power: what sort of power each character possesses, whether they know it or not, and how they use it.

Yet in the end, it is Lillian who lingers in my mind weeks after finishing the book, what she finds in the children and in herself. Her mother also stays with me, someone who, for all her faults, always allows her daughter to come home.

Can you recommend another novel that is both fun and thought-provoking?