Daisy Jones and the Six was one of my favorite books of 2019–I simply loved it. It was creative in format and well written. I knew I wanted to read more by this author, but before I could get around to her other books, this one was announced. I waited. Her writing inspires me, too. She’s built to bigger and more complex books–I can tell that by reading about her backlist (which I still intend to read).
Map showing Malibu, California
“Maybe our parents’ lives are imprinted within us, maybe the only fate there is the temptation of reliving their mistakes. Maybe, try as we might, we will never be able to outrun the blood that runs through our veins. Or. Or maybe we are free the moment we are born. Maybe everything we’ve ever done is by our own hands.”
This is the story of both a huge Malibu party in 1983 and the family whose home was the setting for it. Back in 1956 June Costas met wanna-be-singer Mick Riva and gave him her heart and a family. But being the family of the sensation that Mick Riva became would be a difficult life for the four Riva kids and their mother.
“When there’s only you, you do not get to choose which jobs you want, you do not get to decide you are incapable of anything. There is no room for distance or weakness. You must do it all. All of the ugliness, the sadness, the things most people can’t stand to even think about, all must live inside you. You must be capable of anything.”
I’ve been very down on dual-timeline stories recently, but when you get one as well-told as this one, those negative thoughts vanish. I liked the way both stories unrolled, a few hours at a time in 1983 paired with a part of the hostess’s family’s backstory. In fact, the family’s backstory was the best part to me–probably due to hurt vanity. It’s hard to realize that my junior year in college is now called “historical fiction.”
I could relate far more to June than to the Riva siblings, possibly more because I have no idea what it is like to surf and I do have a good idea what it is like to work a crappy job and marry the wrong guy–I’ve done both of those. I’ve also known a couple of real-life Nina’s–that is the Nina of the backstory, before the big house, and I admire them. Nina was a heroine to inspire young people–but not for that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but for before it. And, after it was over. That is one heck of a woman to admire.
One small not-quite-spoiler, the police scene made me roll my eyes. That was “seen through the lens of the 2020s” (it was a woke inclusion–sexism, a “me too” moment). One teeny-tiny story line was so predictable I giggled out loud when I was proven correct. I got tired of the little “micro-scenes” (my term) of party goers doing their thing. Some of those could easily have been cut and no one would have missed them. My other complaint was I cannot recall anyone using the word F— with the abandon with which it is thrown about today. In 1983 t.v. still beeped out “bad” words. “…as shit…” made its way back in time from today to ’83 too. There is sex, but it was in line with the story, so it was not what I normally call an “ick moment”.
While this book is not as good as Daisy Jones and the Six, it is is a good summer book to enjoy and hand off to another person to let them enjoy it too. It lives up to MOST of its hype which is nice. I listened to the audio version.
For those who like the nit-picky historical mistakes I catch sometimes, there were a few, but none were of any significance what-so-ever to the story. They can be found on my Goodreads review page under “Reading Notes”.
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