I raved so much about Jeffrey Eugenides’ Middlesex that I was given The Virgin Suicides for my birthday. I finished this book months ago, and I’m not quite sure why it took so long to get around to posting about it. I also haven’t seen the movie yet (directed by Sofia Coppola). But I digress.

Virgin Suicides Cover

The Virgin Suicides is a great book. Like Middlesex, the city of Detroit is featured prominently in the novel. This time, the action takes place in a suburb during an eventful summer in the 1970’s, the year of the suicides. A group of men who lived in the neighborhood look back to the year when the five beautiful sisters who lived on their block decided to kill themselves - one at a time. As bleak as that sounds, the novel is funny in parts. However, it mostly sets a fantastically gloomy mood that it sustains almost throughout. You know what’s going to happen, it says so right on the cover. The genius of the book is that it holds your interest going in (and keeps it) even though five girls are going to die in relatively unspectacular ways before you are done . You try it.

The book is about lost innocence, for the girls, obviously, but also for the boys, Detroit, and our Nation as a whole. While the girls are busy killing themselves, people of different colors are moving into the neighborhood, the Detroit automakers are faltering for the first time, environmental damages occur due to development, the kindly local mob boss is nabbed - things are changing. The “faith” of the parents doesn’t save any of the girls, nor does it keep the family together. The repressiveness of their faith in a changing world appears to have hastened the girls’ exits. There’s a lot going on, thematically.

It’s a great book. If you and enjoyed Middlesex, do yourself a favor and read this one, too. Of the two, I think that Middlesex is the better of the two, but that’s a pretty high bar.