Review: Mrs. Caliban
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5 stars. This was so great. Short and easy but strange, and very loud, and layered. I'm not even sure where to start, reviewing a book in which a housewife has an affair with a ... frogman ... is there a term that sounds less derogatory? A frog-like creature named Larry. That's slightly better, but no less surreal.
Mrs. Caliban is about an unsatisfied housewife named Dorothy who, while cooking supper for her husband, encounters an amphibian creature recently escaped from a scientific Institute. Instead of recoiling in horror, calling the police, or notifying her husband, she hands him food.
And they become friends, then lovers. Larry, as the handsome creature is named, is wanted for the murders of his captors, so they must stay hidden, but Dorothy finds herself, perhaps for the first time in her life, enormously fulfilled.
For one thing, Larry disrupts her dull and quietly frustrating marriage to an unfaithful businessman. He shows interest in her, values her knowledge and opinions, even helps out with the housework. He also comes from another world, a world in which everyone is the same, a world that isn't complicated by human tendencies and instincts. He struggles to comprehend the concepts of jealousy, grief and status. More specifically, he offers her a respite from the misogyny that has blanketed her life. When compared with her husband, yeah, Larry's kind of an obvious choice.
More broadly, Larry is like a child, asking "why?" about everything. This technique is successful in the fact that it made me, as a reader, sit back and go, "wait a minute, YEAH! why?" There are some things in human society - habits, social constructs, values - that truly make no sense whatsoever. And things never change. I can’t wait to read it again so I can unpack all the subtle lessons.
I particularly enjoyed the depiction of Dorothy's friendship with Estelle. It felt very natural to me, and funny. It's a funny book, with a few really serious zingers:
“Why do you call him a monster?”
“Well, an eight-foot tall green gorilla with web feet and bug eyes—what would you call him? A well-developed frog? Not exactly an Ivy-league type, anyway.’”
“I’ve met plenty of Ivy-leaguers I’d call monsters.”
I know there are theories that Larry's not real, and only exists as a figment of Dorothy's imagination. Maybe. I don't really care. The book is casual and matter-of-fact but sharp, sort of like a trippy episode of Mad Men. Dorothy's ability to roll with it, I guess, is refreshing. She doesn't really question herself. I liked that. It's a playful and thought-provoking exploration of being female. A must-read.
And yeah, she has sex with the frogman. I DON’T KNOW, HONESTLY, it wasn’t that weird. WHAT?!