Paint it Black

Like other previous reviewers, I was hoping this would be as good as [b:White Oleander 32234 White Oleander Janet Fitch https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1501159524l/32234.SY75.jpg 1223333] but, unfortunately it was not the case. Paint it Black was a depressing, and at times tedious story, about a young woman grieving over her boyfriend who committed suicide. She spends the entire book feeling sorry for herself, making it really difficult for me to feel sorry for her. It's not as deep and rich as White Oleander. It felt like the writer was trying to pretend it was more meaningful than it was. Still, it's far from unreadable. I enjoyed the “punk” setting, the bits where she was acting in the independent film (an interest of mine), and her slowly unraveling the mystery of all the things she didn't know about her boyfriend and his mother. It shares a theme with WO of getting out from under overbearing parents. If I'd read this when I was a teenager, my younger self would have related to Josie and been all caught up in the emotion and the drama.

You hear the stereotypes about conflicts between wives and mother-in-laws, that they're fighting over control of the husband/son. There's a difference, though, between the usual case of a mother-in-law being a bit possessive of their little boy, and an emotional enmeshment that's unhealthy. In Janet Fitch's Paint It Black, Josie Tyrell is intimidated by her boyfriend Michael's mother Meredith. She hears his stories of the way Meredith kept him close to her after his parents got divorced when he was a child, and the world he grew up in as the son of a leading concert pianist who traveled the world is wildly different than the one she grew up in and ran away from, on the wrong side of the tracks in an industrial city in southern California. They meet in Los Angeles, where Josie's working as an art model after dropping out of high school, and Michael goes to escape the Harvard education he never really wanted. They fall in love, rent a house together...and then Michael commits suicide.

His death comes at the very beginning of the novel, and over the course of its 400 pages we get the story of his relationship with Josie, and with his mother, as well as the two women's gradually intensifying connection after he's gone. It's tempting for Josie to play along with what Meredith wants, to give in to the ease and glamour of being a replacement for Michael. But there's a sense of a fly being drawn into a spider's web. Paint It Black is a study of grief, and the ways even the ones we think we share everything with remain mysterious to us, and the power of narcissists to prey on the vulnerable.

Clearly the relationships between mothers and daughters are something Janet Fitch finds compelling, as it was the focus of her big hit White Oleander and is explored in its own way here, with Josie becoming a kind of surrogate daughter to Meredith, who upgrades her from Michael's girlfriend to his fiancee for an air of legitimacy. The terms of this particular relationship, ostensibly between adults although with Meredith holding all the money and most of the obvious power, is an unusual one, and I thought Fitch wrote Josie's grief well enough that we could understand and empathize with how she becomes ensnarled in it. Speaking of writing, it's really the star of this book. I was constantly tabbing passages to come back to, that captured a feeling in an interesting and new way. It's lush and rich and evocative.

It could have used some editing, though. The book's biggest issue is that it's simply too long for the amount of material it actually has. It feels like it drags in the middle because it's just Josie mourning, and drinking, and taking pills, and being unable to help herself from being in contact with Meredith even though she knows she shouldn't be. And while I did very much enjoy the writing, it did at times feel circuitous and self-indulgent. The characters are not as well-developed or interesting as those in White Oleander, so if you're picking up this because you loved that, be prepared for a less fully realized novel. It's got merit, and if it seems interesting to you it's not a waste of your time to pick it up, but it's not a must-read.