Marie Brenner is, irrefutably, several things. She is a talented journalist, for sure. Her story on tobacco insider Jeffrey Wigand, "The Man Who Knew Too Much", inspired the 1999 movie "The Insider". She also is a woman who had a complicated relationship with her family, a family that includes a social activist and friend of Diego Rivera and Frida Kahlo, a Presbyterian minister, a store owner and an apple farmer. She is a woman who lost a brother, recently, to cancer, a brother she was close to -- and anyone who has had a close sibling will understand without being told that close isn't always easy, isn't always without anger, love and hate all rolled into one relationship. Marie Brenner is a woman who wrote a book about all these things, and I honor her reasons for doing so. Ultimately I respected her, but I fear I was disappointed in this book.

Perhaps the subject matter is too close? The feelings too raw? Because my main criticism is about the writing itself, and I know, from her other work, that Brenner is a better writer than this. I found her style here, first off, to be highly confusing; her manner of speaking, of jumping topics too quickly. Of using italics to show someone is speaking, but only sometimes. It was chaotic. And the through-line of the book itself was problematic. Detours into family history in disjointed sections; new people (Marie's family, friends, colleagues) thrown into the mix without much explanation, so that I constantly found myself trying to keep track of who was who and wishing desperately that there had been a family tree chart included in the forward; an elliptical way of describing things that was frustrating, at best, to the reader. The section where she describes how her parents met, for example, was hopelessly enigmatic in a way that came off as too clever by far and not comprehensible enough. Far too often I was forced to spend too much time figuring out what she was saying, leaving me with not enough focus or interest left to figure out why she was saying it.

A memoirist must, by definition, write about his or her own life, and obviously doing so involves the entanglement of emotions. That's to be expected. The story Brenner has to tell -- of her family, of her brother, and also of the two of them, as siblings, and the ebb and flow and sum total of their relationship -- I think it is a story worth telling. But while in the end, I definitely understood what Brenner wanted to get from writing this book, what she wanted to accomplish, personally, by doing so, I am not so sure what she wanted me, as the reader, to get from it. ( )

For such an accomplished journalist, she seemed oddly needy with a very difficult personality. Her ADD would have driven me as crazy as it did her brother. And this manifested in the structure of the book, which was all over the place, from her Mexican ancestors (who I didn't have the slightest interest in) to apple growing (likewise). The parts about her brother were the most interesting. ( )

I was disappointed. When Brenner stuck to her relationship with her brother Carl, I enjoyed the book. Carl is a fascinating character and Brenner is better at fleshing him out than she is about herself. I found the amount of time devoted to the family history distracting. ( )

Sad and rambling memoir with very little to recommend it. The author couldn't walk a straight line ... especially when there was something glittery along the way to grab her attention. It's possible readers who like non-linear writing may find it to their liking. ( )

I was three when my brother entered this world. My mother had to be rushed to the hospital, nearly dropping my brother out right there in the hospital parking lot. My father's parents were visiting, my grandmother watching me while my parents were away. I remember my father coming home with a grin on his face. It's a boy! My brother and I were like most other brother and sister pairs, friends one minute, playing in the dirt together or taking to the high seas on our boats made of furniture in the living room, to mortal enemies the next, struggling over who would sit in the passenger seat of the car. As we got older, we grew closer; while at other times we seemed to grow farther apart, family circumstances bringing us together but also keeping us at arms distance.

I have this image of me as the older sister, the protector and the one who had to set the good example. My brother was the youngest child, the only boy, and the one who got away with more. While early on that bothered me, later it seemed the natural way of things--how it works in families--and my brother deserved a break. His was a battle that seemed uphill more so than mine. Our story is an old and familiar one. Life as it was went on for both of us. Our relationship was one that ebbed and flowed like the tide. In recent years, we have not had much of a relationship at all. We are both to blame. There are reasons, some obvious and others less so, none of which I will go into here.

Marie Brenner is a well respected journalist having accomplished much in her career. Her work on an exposé entitled “The Man Who Knew Too Much” was the basis for the movie The Insider, which took a hard look at tobacco company practices. She has built a life on asking questions and telling stories. Her brother Carl had been a trial attorney at one time who later in life chose to give that up and grow apples and pears much to the surprise of his family.

Marie was the polar opposite of her brother. She was liberal where he was conservative. She preferred city life while Carl felt most at home in the country surrounded by his orchards. Marie was married with a child. Carl was more of a lady’s man. He liked things just so and preferred a quiet life. Marie was constantly on the go, searching out details and looking for meaning. Both were stubborn and set in their ways, believing the other was wrong more often than not. The two may have held different beliefs and ideas and lived very different lives, but they were both very similar as well.

Marie Brenner and her brother Carl have always had a difficult relationship. They spoke just about every week; however, their conversations almost always turned into arguments. The constant bickering and lack of connection between them weighed heavily on Marie, especially after learning that her brother had cancer. Suddenly, she wanted nothing more than to connect with him, to understand him and to be there for him. She set out to make that happen, deciding to surprise him with an extended visit. She left her home in New York and headed for Washington. Marie studied up on apples and orchards with the intention of using the information to get close to her brother, but her constant questions and search for knowledge often seemed more like a way to avoid talking about the real issues that lingered between them.

Marie and Carl's story was one that crept up on me. I had trouble settling into it at first. I wasn't sure what to think of Marie, and it took me a while to warm up to her. I connected with Carl much more quickly despite his more curmudgeonly manner. Carl's struggle with cancer, his will to live, along with his resilience and strength, hit close to home for me with my friend's recent battle with cancer. The lack of availability of treatment options despite the fact that they may exist (albeit not in perfect form) must be so frustrating for families in similar situations who only want to exhaust all means before it is too late.

I was most drawn into the Brenner family history, learning about Carl and Marie's father and his relationship with his siblings as well as that of their parents. History was repeating itself. The strain between Milton Brenner and his sister, Anita, was being played out in Marie and Carl's own relationship.

The author’s story unfolds bit by bit, interweaving past and present. Where one began and the other ended was not always clear. The writing is stylish and poetic at times, almost a stream of consciousness. Marie Brenner effectively was able get across her own fear and the control she was trying to maintain as she dealt with her brother's illness, her frustration with both herself and her brother for not having a closer relationship, and her attempts at developing a closer bond with him before it was too late.

So many years went by where sister and brother constantly battled with each other, their own egos and stubbornness getting in the way. It was not until her brother's diagnosis of cancer that the two reached out for each other, already with so many years lost in between. Marie did grow and mature during the course of the book, and by the end, I felt a kinship with her. I could see bits and pieces of my own relationship with my brother in her relationship with Carl. I understood better what she was going through and what she had been trying to achieve with her brother. Both she and Carl made mistakes as we all do in our own relationships. Even when they didn't recognize it, they shared a bond and loved each other as only a brother and sister can.

Apples and Oranges demonstrates the strength and fragility of familial ties against all odds. It is a story of love and redemption and of hope and perseverance. ( )