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Susan Choi s-a născut la South Bend, Indiana, tatăl său fiind de origine coreeană. A obținut licența în literatură la Yale University și un

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Trust Exercise

Trust Exercise

Dates read: February 19-24, 2020

I can’t remember where I got the recommendation to read this one.  I know it wasn’t from a friend or family member, I always remember real-life sources because I want to talk to them about the book when I finish.  So this must have been a Book of the Month, New York Times or Pulitzer Prize hopeful.  It doesn’t matter where I heard about it now because I read it.  And I’m not exactly sure how I feel about it.  The writing was excellent throughout, Choi has a way with words that puts you right in the story with the characters.  It is both realistic and grand at the same time. However, I found the characters severely unlikeable – though I guess anyone who got into an elite school for the arts only to be constantly beaten down by their professor (or professors, we hardly explored any outside of Mr. Kingsley) would turn out less than palatable in real life.  And perhaps that is what made me so uncomfortable – I’ve known theatre people and they can be excruciatingly annoying. My sophomore year of college, I lived in a suite of dorms and one of the rooms consisted of three theater majors. Between putting on “plays” whenever they had a captive audience – i.e. me and my roommate eating dinner in the shared kitchen – and the nonstop singing that got so out of control I had to feign migraines on multiple occasions to get peace and quiet (I do get them, just not at those times), they were an insufferable lot.  Another part of the story that was steeped in realism was the relationship between the vaunted Mr. Kingsley and his students.  Several years after I graduated from high school, a scandal was uncovered wherein the theater teacher was caught having inappropriate relations with his students and creating a cult-like atmosphere for the kids enrolled in drama.  What I didn’t like about the book though, was the mechanism she used to explore the ways writers base their works of fiction in reality.  I found the introduction of the real ‘Karen’ in the second act of the book to be interesting at first but then found it a bit clumsy and overworked. By the time her daughter was introduced at the end, I had completely lost interest.   While I wouldn’t recommend the entire book, the first part was worth reading for me.

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"For some nights, when she finally clicked off her lamp to reveal the dawn starting to texture the room, as if freed by our shared tiredness, like composites of darkness our bodies would merge. Without words or struggle a fluid of pleasure would seal us in its cocoon, and final outcries would be quakes without sound, as if taking place on the floor of the ocean. For the night's short remainder, we slept blissfully, and whatever it was that we shared would seem inviolate."

Susan Choi, My Education

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At that moment, I think we each genuinely believed ourselves to be the protagonist, and the other a naïve and pardonable walk-on whose role might even have a tragic end. Still, it was good to trade compassion in that large and chilly room, regardless if one of us, or perhaps both of us, would turn out to be mistaken.

(My Education, 127)