Mr. Ives' Christmas

From the book jacket: Mr Ives has a successful career in advertising, a wife and two children, and believes he has achieved the typical American dream. But that is shattered when his son Robert is killed at Christmas. Overwhelmed by grief and threatened by a loss of faith in humankind, Mr Ives questions the very foundations of his life.

My reactions:
I came across this book only because my Hispanic book club was looking for a Christmas book. I’d read Hijuelos’ Pulitzer-winner The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love before, but had not heard of this work. I loved it, and was pleasantly surprised to discover that it was a Pulitzer finalist in 1996. It is a lovely, contemplative novel – a character study and philosophical exploration of show more one man’s search for spiritual peace.

Ives (yes, he has a first name – Edward – but he’s always called Ives in the book) starts his life as a foundling, and is adopted by a man who was also a foundling. He never really knows his background – is he Italian? Cuban? Greek? – but he finds a great affinity for the people in the Brooklyn neighborhood where he is raised, and comes to know the Spanish-speaking workers in the printing plant where his adoptive father is a foreman. Hijuelos paints a picture of a gentle man, with a quiet strength born of his circumstances, and of the influences of both the Church and his adoptive father. It is through them that he learns to love and to endure.

There is much sadness in this book. Certainly the murder of his only son is a horrific event (and one which is referenced very early on, so is no spoiler here). But there are also the kinds of daily disappointments and sorrows any one of us might encounter – a friend’s accident, a burglary, a loved one’s illness, a financial setback. These are balanced by the joys of life – blossoming love, great friendships, camaraderie, favorite books, the birth of a child, or success at work. And that balance, that sense of perspective is what this beautifully written novel is all about.

A couple of quotes:
Of course, while contemplating the idea of the baby Jesus, perhaps the most wanted child in the history of the world, Ives would feel a little sad, remembering that years ago someone had left him, an unwanted child, in a foundling home.

A family photo evokes this:
He loved that photograph because he and Robert were holding hands, and although they did not look particularly alike, they were standing in nearly identical positions, their feet planted wide apart, and each regarding the other with a slightly tilting head, eyes a little sad and enchanted at the same time, smiles nearly forming on the edges of their mouths.

A different view of a city snowfall:
Then they rested, side by side, on the frigid pavement like dummies, wistfully looking upward at nature’s swirling activity. A kind of magnificence, heaven, as it were, coming down on them.”

The quiet love between a husband and wife:
She remembered a time when, without saying a word, she would have a sad thought and he, sitting by an easel or by his drawing board, would somehow know. Putting aside his brushes or pen, he would throw on a jacket and step out to hunt down some chocolates, which she loved, and a bouquet of flowers.

I will be thinking about this gem for a long time, and I’m certain I’ll re-read it. show less

Recently, Paul Elias wrote an article in the NYT Book Review entitled “Has Fiction Lost Its Faith”. He states that “if any patch of our culture can be said to be post-Christian, it is literature”. Interestingly enough Oscar Hijuelos wrote in response that in fact, his book Mr. Ives’ Christmas refuted Elias’ claim. Indeed, Mr. Ives’ Christmas is at once a very contemporary and very ancient story. By the way, there are no spoilers in this review, since the pivotal incident in the book is described at the beginning of the book.
Major events in Edward Ives’ life all take place around Christmastime. An orphan, he is adopted during the holidays by a very kind man of deep faith who instills in Ives a love of both tradition and show more religion. As an adult, Ives meets the love of his life and together they build a family and a happy life surrounded by good friends. He meets increasing success and fulfillment in his career and all the while, maintains his devotion to his church and beliefs. He relishes accumulating family memories as well the conventions and ceremonial trappings of religion (music, Christmas cards, etc) and almost as a reflection of these mementos, takes pride in his collectibles, notably a first edition signed copies of novels by Charles Dickens.
He shares his love for the church with his family and is very pleased and proud when his son decides to become a priest. After holiday shopping with his wife, one Christmas, he returns home to find that his son has been the fatal victim of a random shooting. He questions his fundamental beliefs and his faith and his life are shattered. This is the story of how he deals with this tragedy, and the nature of his faith.
The reconciliation between divine power and innocent suffering and the question of why bad things happen to good people has been the subject of discussion since (and probably before) the writing of the Book of Job and is an issue that is addressed in every culture and in every faith. Like Job, Ives is surrounded by friends who attempt to address his grief either through retribution or explanations for the tragedy. Like Job too, Ives also experiences a theophany when after a frightening experience, he leaves his Madison Avenue office and has a vision of a gigantic sun and a multi-colored wind. Ives learns to live with faith that isn’t grounded in reason. His clarity doesn’t come from certainty or tradition, but ultimately from passion, compassion, and the courage to embrace spirituality.
Hijuelos may have written about profound concepts, but his writing style is straightforward, quiet, at times humorous, occasionally magical and always very engaging. He is, at heart, a storyteller, but his story leaves one with much more to think about. It is a marvelous book show less

This melancholy book is not the one to read if you want a warm, fuzzy kind of Christmas read. In fact, Christmas serves as the yearly reminder of a sad time in the Ives family. A few days before Christmas in 1967, a life-changing tragedy occurs and Edward Ives, his wife Annie, and daughter Caroline have to come to terms of a life without 17-year-old Robert.

Hijuelos examines the depth of a man's grief and gives us a model of what true faith might look like. It is a faith with heart (and legs!) that leads to peace and redemption. If you have an open heart and are receptive to things of the spirit, then this book will probably have great meaning to you. If not, then you will better spend your time reading something else because this is a show more meditation on how to live a Christian life while living in a pit of despair. It is a reminder that not everyone has a merry heart during the holidays. show less

I loved this book. A huge and sweeping in scope, taking in life, death, love and loss, spiritual ecstacy and loss of faith - in fact everything - and all done in the most understated way. There isn't a spare word in it, but it isn't in the least bit sparse. Ending is both incredibly sad, but magnificent and uplifiting at the same time. An amazing piece of work that I recommend wholeheartedly.

Another wonderful Oscar Hijuelos novel-- so different than "Mambo Kings" yet so powerful. Hijuelos has done what thousands of sermonizers and preachers could never do. He has exemplified faith through the story of a real man in a real world with real problems. Edward Ives is not perfect and his struggle to find God is not dramatic - it takes his entire lifetime, but a simple faith sustains him. I'm not Catholic, but this story demonstrates how the church and those that are a part of it can be God's instrument in an imperfect world -- just the opposite of the tremendous beating the church has taken recently. "Mr. Ives' Christmas" is a beautiful story, the people are real, and the theme is profound. The author has made a powerful show more statement in a calm & quiet manner. show less

12 Books of Christmas

#6 Faith

Mr. Ives’ Christmas is not a Christmas book at all, not in any conventional sense of the word. But because of its title it is always catalogued and shelved along with books of Christmas. It is a book about grief – one man’s grief for his son, a young man entering the priesthood, who was shot and killed freakishly just before Christmas 1967. Though the reader is made aware of this incident early in the book, the narrative swings back and forth in time, and the event itself is not presented until the middle of the book (p111 out of 247pp), only after one is well acquainted with the characters and especially well identified with the father. So the grief is intense and persistent.

And Mr. Ives’ grief is show more not the only one. The story is written in an intentionally fragmented style, the prose reflecting the wandering thoughts of Mr. Ives, now an elderly man: his childhood as a foundling, his courtship and marriage, his work in an advertising agency, his friendship with the Cuban immigrant, Luis Ramirez, the dysfunctional Ramirez family, Mrs. Ives’ troublesome memories and recurrent depression, and their daughter’s on-again, off-again relationship with Pablo (Paul), the Ramirez’ abused son. Then there are detailed digressions dropped into Mr. Ives’ wandering thoughts: the co-worker who experienced the Holocaust, the young woman killed by a fragment falling from a skyscraper, and young woman falling (or jumping?) to her death from a high-rise apartment. Grief all around one: in failing marriages, abusive parents, sexual frustrations. And the other grief – among the family of Daniel Gomez, the youngster who shot Mr. Ives’ son. His mother is distracted and disbelieving; but the faithful abuela is torn with grief for her grandson, for his victim, and for the survivors.

But ultimately Mr. Ives’ Christmas is not a book about grief after all. It’s about life in New York City in the late twentieth century, not the tourist’s NYC or the legendary NYC or the artist’s or politician’s NYC, but the everyday city, its streets and store windows, its subway and sidewalks, its tenements and temptations. One detects a wan nostalgia for a passing way of life, itself a dim form of grief.

Hijuelos writes with such engrossing detail that, even now, after having read the book more than once, I can pick it up and turn to a page randomly, and I am caught up in reading almost immediately.

And his book is that rarity within contemporary literature, a novel of religion. For Mr. Ives is a man of faith – or tries desperately to be, even with his haunting sense of grief, his withdrawal into himself, his lingering doubts.

“He went to church and prayed for guidance, begging God to bring forgiveness into his heart. He would kneel before the crèche, the crucifix, and wonder how and why all these things had happened. . . . [H]e spoke kindly with the priests and repeated to himself a thousand times that God was good and that the manifestations of evil that came to men are ultimately explicable in some divine way” (p141)

Immediately before the section entitled “Christmas 1967” is a section entitled “Mr. Ives’ Mystical Experience.” But it’s distinctively a New Yorker’s experience, triggered by being trapped in an elevator stuck between floors. He would like liked to share this experience with his son Robert, but hesitates to do so: it seems so vague and “un-understandable.” Robert, the young proto-priest, has a lucid, unwavering faith. Ives remembers all this, and reflects upon it, in his years of grief.

Unless I misread the last two paragraphs of the novel – in which the story of the nativity is first quoted explicitly, it is finally not a novel of grief but of transfiguration, of a life beyond. It is not a story of the crèche but of the crucifix, maybe of the empty tomb. The subtitle of this last section is “In Church Again.” But you will have to read it for yourself to determine what it means to you – and reread it. Is it simply a memory of a little boy, a foundling, envisioning a new life for himself? Time, after all, is as elusive as eternity. show less

Mr. Ives’ Christmas by Oscar Hijuelos was a Pulitzer finalist in 1996. Hijuelos had also previously won the Pulitzer in 1990 for The Mambo Kings Play Songs of Love.

Mr. Ives seems to have almost the perfect life. He has a successful career and a happy family. He helps with community projects and events for his church. He is a man of faith. Then his son is shot and killed on Chrismas Eve coming home from choir practice. The son, Robert, was only 17 and wanted to be a priest. From this tragic event, Edward Ives struggles with his faith and the meaning of existence. He questions his once firm ideals. He grieves. He grieves for a very long time.

I don’t know if ‘enjoyed’ is proper in this case, so I will say I really appreciated this show more book, but it is not for everyone. It is definitely not a warm and cozy Christmas story, but it is one that seeks answers to the hard questions in life. If you’ve ever wondered why God allows bad things to happen, you might like this book. It really doesn’t even come away at the end with many very solid answers, but it does show one man’s journey through faith, hardship, and loss in a sensitive and thought-provoking manner. show less