Warm and Fuzzy

Remarkably Bright Creatures is a warm and fuzzy mystery. Contradiction in terms, you say?  Not if you’re Shelby Van Pelt and can pull it off. I enjoyed the book because it’s warm and fuzzy, it’s witty, original and quirky. I also enjoyed it because its main protagonist is a 70- year-old woman. There are very few books, movies or series about people over 70. Remarkably Bright Creatures is one of the very few. Besides, it treats its protagonist with respect, without stereotyping or pidgeon-holing her.

Tova Sullivan, 70, has recently lost her husband of over 45 years. The couple’s only son, Erik, disappeared about thirty years ago when he was eighteen, and was never found. The police concluded that he had committed suicide, although his parents disagreed because he was a happy and thriving teenager.

At this stage in her life Tova works a part-time job at nights as the cleaner of an aquarium in Sowell Bay. Although her friends try their best to convince her not to, – she doesn’t need the money, and she’s too old to be on her feet and do physical labor – Tova likes to keep busy. It takes her mind off her loneliness, grief and obsession with the mystery of her son’s disappearance.

At her job she befriends Marcellus, the remarkably bright Pacific octopus, who is an expert at escaping his tank, wandering around the aquarium and collecting coins, earrings and other objects visitors drop in the halls. Marcellus understands human speech, is observant and notices and figures out a lot of things that humans don’t, or can’t be bothered to.

The second storyline is about Cameron, a thirty-year-old ne’er-do-well, whom his mother abandoned when he was 9, and who’s never met his father. Although remarkably bright in some ways, Cameron can never hold down a job or a relationship. He travels from his native California to Sowell Bay in search of his father. When Tova injures her foot, Cameron is hired as the night cleaner and meets Marcellus.

Some chapters are narrated by Marcellus, the most lovable and smart character of the book, who has keen observations about humans and their weird behaviour.

“Humans are the only species who subvert truth for their own entertainment. They call them jokes. Sometimes puns.”

“Why can humans not use their millions of words to simply tell one another what they desire?”

Shelby Van Pelt adds a number of other characters to the mix. Among them are Tova’s gossiping friends, the store owner who has a crush on Tova, Cameron’s love interests and his aunt who raised him. All characters are lovable and kind, and Van Pelt does a great job portraying both their capabilities and idiosyncrasies convincingly. The tone is humorous and light, and the mystery leads the reader by the nose.

Through casual conversations and remarks, gradual revelations are made about the past, but the main catalyst and hero of the day is Marcellus, who despite his limited physical abilities is able to help his friend. “Secrets are everywhere. Some humans are crammed full of them. How do they not explode? It seems to be a hallmark of the human species: abysmal communication skills.”

Although unrealistic and far-fetched in some respects, Remarkably Bright Creatures truthfully portrays the issues the elderly face in the final stages of their lives. But despite its serious themes it is an entertaining, funny and feel-good page-turner and a pleasure to read.

I Thought the Sun Will Not Rise

I thought the sun will not rise.

The birds will not chirp.

The grass will turn grey.

The world will stop.

 

How can life go on

When a mother has lost her son

A grandma, her grandson

And a child, his daddy?

 

Why do we believe in

Order

Fairness

Permanence

Meaning

Love

When all there is

Is absurdity

When facing

the horror

of loss?

 

We know everyone must die.

Why are we so shocked when they do?

 

Why are we so vulnerable

When our lives hang by a thread?

 

Even a whale

Carried her dead baby

for two weeks.

 

Why do we humans have an intellect

When it can bring us

Excruciating pain

for life?

 

How can a mother go on breathing

After she’s watched her son’s casket

Lowered into the grave?

 

Is something wrong with our design?

Do we work ourselves into a frenzy?

Should we even look for meaning?