A Manual for Cleaning Women: Selected Stories
Ratings38
Average rating4.3
So good it took me two years to finish because I'd never again be able to read it for the first time.
A bit of a slog. It's long, often tedious, and is infused with pain: alcoholism, addiction, emotional and physical abuse. Loneliness. Our deep yearning for connection. It took me over a week to read, it wasn't a book I was eager to pick back up.
And yet... her writing, her sensibility; tenderness, compassion, wistfulness. Berlin had tremendous insight and awareness. Her writing is graceful, with a simple clarity kind of like a summer mid-morning: not diffuse but not harsh, just the kind of light that lets you take it all in, the good and bad with less of the judgment than our brain so regularly tries to slap onto everyone. I'm really struck by how complex her characters can be - even in the shortest of the stories we see lives rich with ambiguity and depth.
The stories themselves — and this may be a slight spoiler but I would've liked to have known it before reading — are in large part inspired by her experiences but not autobiographical nor even connected. They're stories, and they're independent. Kind of like one of those refrigerator magnet word kits, Berlin picks from a set of building blocks: alcoholism, abusive mother, sister with cancer, growing up in Chile, work experience as cleaning lady or medical aide, life in Oakland or Albuquerque or Boulder or New York. Put them in a bag, shake them up, pick a few tiles to start with, and build on those. And I know that sounds so dismissive, but I don't mean it that way, I just can't think of a better analogy. The stories begin to feel familiar, but they're inconsistent with each other, and that confused me until I realized that they're what-ifs, not a narrative.
Much as I'd like to rate it five stars, I can't: it really was too long for me, and a nontrivial number of the stories were meh or less. But please don't let that put you off: this is a beautiful voice that you will be glad to discover.
This is now my most-highlighted book of fiction. Usually I can pick a definite favourite out of a book of short stories, plus several runners-up. Here I ended up with this:
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Berlin's stories are largely autobiographical, though fictionalised to some degree (or exaggerated, as she herself admits), and there are several third-person stories in this collection that seem to be fully fictional. She's so much stronger in the former though; her own first-person voice creates a character who's a keen observer, kind in her judgement of others, often nostalgic, and always just so recognisably cool. Cooler than any of her contemporaries, which makes it so hard to grasp why it took so long for her to find her audience.
Another distinctive feature of Berlin is her lack of elitism: for most of her life she worked lower-middle-class and working-class jobs, and her strongest stories are set in emergency rooms, clinics and laundromats. It's a good reminder of the perspective that is lost to literature now that almost all published writers teach MFA degree courses.