In October (or, if you are me writing this post, now) I had this cold where I lost my whole entire voice for several days, and I was all sickly to the point that I stayed home from work, and on the day where I stayed home from work, I sat in my bed under blankets, feeling terribly sad, and I read Year of the Gadfly. This is a very uninteresting story to anyone but me. I don’t get sick that often, so to me this story feels terribly sad, like way overblown sad. Unreasonably sad. Like the death of Little Nell. Poor Jenny. All sickly. Sleeping propped up on pillows like a tubercular Victorian maiden.
Summary per Amazon (y’all, summaries are hard):
Iris Dupont, a budding journalist whose only confidant is the chain-smoking specter of Edward R. Murrow, feels sure she can break into the ranks of The Devil’s Advocate at her exclusive school, Mariana Academy, the Prisom Party’s underground newspaper, and there uncover the source of its blackmail schemes and vilifying rumors. Some involve the school’s new science teacher, who also seems to be investigating the Party. Others point to an albino student who left school abruptly ten years before, never to return. And everything connects to a rare book called Marvelous Species. But the truth comes with its own dangers, and Iris is torn between her allegiances, her reporter’s instinct, and her own troubled past.
I love all the things in this book. Flashbacks. Fancy schools that care a lot about their prestige. Mysteries in the past. Edward R. Murrow. And I tried to go in without expectations so that I wouldn’t be disappointed, which I think I succeeded at! The upshot was that I went through three clear phases:
Phase 1: Crankiness, or, everybody is hateful. Iris is one of those alienated teen protagonists who doesn’t necessarily think she’s better than everyone else she knows, but we don’t get to meet many of the putative peers she doesn’t think she’s better than. The other point of view character, science teacher Jonah Kaplan, thinks he’s better than everyone else and runs his (teenage! teenage!) students through the Milgram experiments. There’s a reason we have IRBs and parental permission forms, MR KAPLAN, and it’s not because we’re mindless sheep.
Phase 2: Acceptance, or, teenagers are like that and I’m going to pretend grown-up Mr. Kaplan is a teenager too because he basically acts like one. About six chapters in, I gave up on worrying about the above annoying things, and instead enjoyed the story. The school has a secret society, the Prisom Party, which claims to want to root out dishonesty and hypocrisy in the school, but does not seem fastidious in its methods. Tapped by students whose faces she cannot see to join them if she roots out the secrets of the past, Iris begins to wonder if she is working for the right side.
Like many books about teenagers, this book about teenagers made me happy that I didn’t go to a cutthroat high school in the manner of those we see in media and in horrific stories about bullying. (My high school was full of geeky people. I could win a lot of arguments using my words.) The flashback sequences have a lot of teenagers being mean, although not necessarily in the ways you think when you start reading. The plot — in flashback and in the present day — really tears along once it gets going. They’re uncovering secrets using old newspapers and people who were there at the time! What happened to Jonah’s twin brother? What made the school close for a while in the older days? How best can Iris live up to her journalistic ethics and the memory of Edward R. Murrow? Secrets, secrets, and still more secrets!
(This was the point in the day at which my cough had mostly abated because I was drinking two gallons of tea, and I was a bit pleased to be sitting in bed reading an entire book.)
Phase 3: Super cranky again; or, I wanted this to play out differently. And just when I thought that the book was going to be more nuanced than I had initially supposed — because the morality of Jonah Kaplan was being heavily questioned, and the morality of the secret society, and the morality of mostly everyone — just when I thought it was going to exceed my Phase 1 expectations, there was the climax portion of the book, in which it gets revealed that (highlight for something that’s not exactly a spoiler but would permit you easily to deduce the ending if you were in the midst of reading the book) one nefarious mustache-twirling sociopath master manipulator is responsible for all the baleful events past and present. Everyone feels better once this person is apprehended. Hooray. Justice is restored. (Hmph.)
I guess I was sad that the book was resolved in such a pat way, because most of what had happened up until that point had resisted — at least to some extent! — the easy explanation. The characters had complicated lives and responded to each other in human ways. They made mistakes and apologized to each other and tried to figure out where to go from there. To have a clear villain at the end felt like a cheat to the rest of the book. And right after that happened, my voice still wasn’t back so I had to go to the urgent care doctor to get helpful anti-sickness drugs at seven PM and then I had to wait for forty-five minutes for the pharmacy to fill the prescription.
That last part is unrelated to the book. I had finished it by then and moved on to something else. I just wanted to complain about that because it made me very cranky and a little girl at the pharmacy sneezed on me. Gross.t
Other reviews, uninformed by minor viral infections (not the flu! I had my flu shot!), may be found here. And now please tell me what your tolerance level is for protagonists who think they are smarter than everyone. Is it fine if the protagonist is under a certain age? Is it always fine, never fine? Do you have to see them doing six really, really smart things right away and then you’ll be on board forever? Tell, please! I think that I am ashamed of being such an arrogant kid, so my tolerance for arrogant kid narrators is lower than it might otherwise be.
Ha! I beat you at last, having published my review ages ago! Yaaaaay. Oh yes, about the book…. I didn’t like it much. (Although looking back at my review I see I gave it a better rating than I would now if I just went back and changed that number of stars, which maybe I will do now because I don’t think it rated what I gave it….)
Your review is the reason I read this, I think! So you do indeed win!
Because my father directed plays and I saw The Children’s Hour when I was very young, I have always had a morbid fascination with young protagonists who think they are smarter than everyone else–until I read Ender’s Game, I thought they were always wrong and possibly evil. (And then the ending of Ender’s Game didn’t necessarily dissuade me.) Smugness in any form is unpleasant, and the young are particularly prone to it.
Even the title of this one sounds pretentious–had these kids read Socrates?
I think the protagonist had been taught about Socrates in school. I knew about Socrates and the gadfly thing when I was that age! (The title is, now that you bring it up, totally pretentious. And nonsense to compare the events of this book to Socrates.)
Flashbacks and Mysteries in the Past are my favorite. ALL THE PAST THINGS.
MINE TOO. (But this isn’t the best ever example of those things.)
If characters actually DO extremely clever things, I don’t mind them being arrogant. I have low tolerance for characters whose mental superiority seems to reside in their ability to spot grammatical errors or inconsistencies in logic. But I love me a heroine who fixes something – especially a very complicated something.
Yeah, I hate those kids who do things like pretend they don’t hear you if your sentence isn’t grammatically correct–OH WAIT.
I know that you’re aiming that at me but you are equally pedantic as I am about certain things SO HUSH UP WOMAN.
I love campus novels and books about academia, so I guess my tolerance has to be pretty high. But I do like to see the cleverness in action, and not have to take it on hearsay. Poor you being sick. Glad it was a long time ago and hope it will not happen again any time soon.
I theoretically love campus novels and books about academia, but I don’t think I’ve read that many. Recommendations pls?
No, no, no, I don’t like snotty and know-it-all protagonists. They irritate me, and this makes me sad because I really wanted to enjoy this book. I have had it on my review shelf forever and a day, and I loved the idea of it, but now it seems like I wouldn’t really have a good time with it. I met the author, and she was really, really nice, and I want to give the boo a chance at least, so I will be reading it, just not nearly as soon. And people should not sneeze on one another. It’s gross and rude.
People should NOT sneeze on each other, but the little girl was quite little. Her mother chastised her and apologized to me, and I had some hand sanitizer with me, so it was okay.
So what’s a gadfly?