Title: Eunice Gottlieb and the Unwhitewashed Truth About Life
Author: Tricia Springstubb
Date: 1987
Publisher: Delacorte
ISBN: 0-0385-29552-9
Length: 135 pages
Quote: “Why do we call our generous ideas illusions and the mean ones truth?”
Eunice, her best friend Joy, and her worst friend Reggie, are twelve years old. Eunice is the quiet, steady one. Joy is the intense, emotional one. Reggie is the lonely, needy, talkative one. The summer they try to upgrade the old lemonade stand game into a grown-up catering service, however, Eunice and Reggie start to feel emotional too (not that either can do “emotional” quite like Joy) and Joy starts to look like a teenager. Older men, even a guy in grade nine, start to notice Joy. Eunice and Reggie have to settle for each other as being “what they have for friends” while Joy explores the novelty of hanging out with teenagers.
The story of their summer is a cheerful, fast-paced primer on keeping emotions froms abotaging friendships. It’s almost as swift and smooth as a TV sitcom, and could probably be made into one. All three girls have psychological learning experiences. So do their siblings and boy friends. Everybody’s a more mature adolescent (or preadolescent) by the end of the book.
What Springstubb accomplishes that’s unusual in thisr genre is a realistic look at Teen Romance. Sinking deeper into infatuation does not necessarrily equal a happy ending for teenagers. Stepping, back, taking a more realistic look at a whole crowd of friends and feeling more realistic, more compassionate good will toward all of them, might be an even happier ending—especially when, bra or no bra, one is still twelve years old. Springstubb restores Joy’s equilibrium credibly enough that readers shouldn’t feel cheated out of the kiss-in-the-sunset ending that marks too many novels as mere romances. Joy is not ready to marry Robert; she’s ready to integrate him into her crowd.
Do the satisfactory resolutions all round make the story seem contrived? Slightly. Nothing really unsatisfactory is likely to happen to these bland, rich, suburban kids, but my experience with whole crowds of kids is that their emotional dramas and happy endings don’t intermesh and coincide so neatly. But it’s fiction.
Would real twelve-year-olds, most of whom have become quite adept at being likable kids, prefer to read about aspects of teen and even adult life they don’t already understand? Sales figures for this witty, well narrated novel suggersrt that that may have been the case. This novel is for twelve-year-olds who are not in a great hurry to be fifteen.
Is it possible for either seventh grade girls or adults to enjoy Eunice Gottlieb? Absolutely yes. It’s a short, light read, no strain on the brain, definitely good enough to get you through a few study periods, bus rides, or rest periods after a picnic at the beach. It’s not a profound examination of the human psyche like Huckleberry Finn, a tour of a different world like The Grapes of Wrath, an historical study of a nation disguised as a romance like Gone with the Wind, or even a chase scene to end all chase scenes like Moby Dick, but then, it hardly aspires to be. It's fun.
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