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Loading... Michael Tolliver Lives (2007)by Armistead Maupin
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Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. No current Talk conversations about this book. Made me cry. ( ) maupin claims that this book is not a "tales of the city" book, and i can see what he means. it is in the first person, told by his most-fitting alter ego, michael tolliver. not much happens through most of the book. there is no shocking twist, no tongue-in-cheek plot line, no short, serialized chapters to rush through. it is merely a check-in, check-up, re-affirmation. but it happens to be pretty. and kinda fulfilling. when i finished "sure of you," the 6th book of the series, i was actually mad at the author. he had made one character, the supposed heart of the first three books, into a heartless bitch. everyone else just kinda floundered. not much happened, but when it did it was bad. i thought i had to read it, to find out what happened next in the stories of these people, but i wish i hadn't. turns out i really didn't need to. this most recent installment recaps those stories, glossing over the worst defects of character. it brings so many things back into focus. i liked it. confession time: i am a recent convert to this tales of the city thing. but not really. about ten to twelve years ago, about the time i was about to move to san francisco, or was perhaps just here, i turned on PBS. i was met with a strange scene, an older, besuited man crying on a bench in what turned out to be alamo square, that famous san francisco trollop of the film and t.v. world. and a woman comes up to him, talks to him, makes him laugh and gives him a sandwich. i knew the woman was olympia dukakis, because i grew up in massachusetts and was too young to vote when her cousin ran for president. but i did get to see her cheer him on, her academy award clenched in her proud fist, an award she won for moonstruck, a movie i really really liked. so, yeah, on the t.v. there she is. and she cheers this man, and feeds him, and the credits roll. and i watched that and thought, "what the fuck was that?" i didn't know what it was, but i knew that feeling of being greeted by strangers on these wonderfully tilted streets, the way that chance seemed to follow on my heels as i walked them. i knew that i held that image in my mind as i began to learn how to maneuver myself around my new home. i finally found out what the story was when my brother, also a recent transplant to these parts, started renting the mini-series. tales of the city. oh yeah, think i heard of that. it wasn't until a copy of the first book fell into my lap (almost literally) so very recently, a decade after the image of that meeting in the park was burned into my brain, that i finally learned the rest of the story. and i didn't intend to read on. i thought the first was enough. and then a copy of the second book fell into my lap (pretty literally). and i was hooked. so this most recent book (i kinda hope it is the last, but i have read otherwise) feels very much like coming full circle in so many ways. without even knowing it, the characters that armistead maupin has created have influenced me, comforted me, shown me around the city. for that i thank them. As I've grown older, I've learned that pleasures aren't always better when shared: Over the next eight years, almost without noticing, I arrived at a quiet revelation. You could make a home by yourself. You could fill that home with friends and friendly strangers without someone sleeping next to you. You could tend your garden and cook your meals and find predictable pleasure in your own autonomy. It's a mistake, sometimes anyway, to attempt more than the most superficial reconnections to those who once were important to you. There are new faces at the table, and their novelty doesn't make their importance any the less for its fleetingness: “Who’s Sally Bowles?” asked Ben. This sweet novel, a continuation of if not sequel to the greatly belovd Tales of the City series, has done what Author Maupin's stories always do: reached back to me from the slight head start he has always had, assuring and reassuring me that the road *does* go on, the path stays open. I value that so much. I overlook a certain lack of inspiration, a kind of well-trodden feel, that this story left me with. It's not like authors always need to break new ground, or even strive to, to make their stories delightful. But overlooking leaves a mark on one's pleasure. Still...pleasure there was. no reviews | add a review
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Michael Tolliver, the sweet-spirited Southerner in Armistead Maupin's classic Tales of the City series, lives on in this novel about growing older joyfully. Almost twenty years after ending his saga of San Francisco life, author Maupin revisits his all-too-human hero, letting the 55-year-old gardener tell his own story. Having survived the plague that took so many of his friends and lovers, Michael has learned to embrace the random pleasures of life, the tender alliances that sustain him in the hardest of times. This book follows its protagonist as he finds love with a younger man, attends to his dying fundamentalist mother in Florida, and finally reaffirms his allegiance to a wise octogenarian who was once his landlady. This stand-alone novel is accessible to new readers, while fans of Tales of the City will find a reassuring number of familiar faces.--From publisher description. No library descriptions found. |
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