I first read the title as Feeding Mrs. Moskowitz and the Caregiver and I thought perhaps “feeding” the caregiver would imply feeding her spirit, through some relationship the caregiver finds with Mrs. Moskowitz; but that’s not right. The title is read Feeding Mrs. Moskowitz and The Caregiver. It’s two stories in one book.
The descriptive text on the back of the book was difficult to read, black text on a greenish, almost camouflage background. I had to read it closely and at an angle.
The back of the book describes Feeding Mrs. Moskowitz as such:
In this pair of moving, gracefully poignant novellas, sisters Pokras and Yariv explore the world of the elderly with deft humor and heart-wrenching detail. Pokras Feeding Mrs. Moskowitz introduces us to the remarkable Golde Moskowitz, an elderly Russian widow living alone with her memories. In Golde’s world, “signs” are everywhere, the dead converse with the living and dreams are real. Natalie Holtzman, a thirty-six-yearold graphic artist longing for connection, fills her world with work and with Artie, her commitment-wary boyfriend. One sweltering summer morning, Golde decides to do some grocery shopping. Natalie, on her way to work, quite “literally runs” into her and the lives of both women are forever changed.
I should say from the outset that I’m not a big fan of most fictional books. That being said, I know that good fiction is also very hard to write. Needless to say, the writing Feeding Mrs. Moskowitz didn’t hold me, so I skimmed forward and it still didn’t hold me. I felt it was a bland and unoriginal style; however – see previous comment on not generally being a fan of fiction.
I moved to The Caregiver, which is described as such:
Yariv’s The Caregiver unfolds in a series of stories, revealing the inner workings of Sunset Hills, a fictional upscale assisted-living facility in Hollywood. Narrated by Ofelia Hernandez, a young Latina caregiver, the stories capture both the mundane routines and the absurdities of the residents lives. With deep empathy and subtle humor, Yariv crafts intimate portraits of characters whose passion, intensity, and intelligence are only magnified with age.
This story was better, more creative in style and delivery, worth reading, and it reads fast. The writer could even add more to the story to delve deeper into the characters. Because the story is so short, the reader may be left wanting to know more. The characters have potential for more.
The book has its own blog, check the blog out right here.