Back in the olden days of browsing bookstore shelves, did you ever pick up a book because of its quirky title? I’m pretty sure I would have selected “The Girl Who Never Read Noam Chomsky” because, well, I did read Noam Chomsky.
As it turns out, the novel is a bit quirky. Also funny, tender, and deeply moving.
The Girl Who Never Read Noam Chomsky
If the name doesn’t ring a bell, don’t be embarrassed. I was a Linguistics major in college, and Noam Chomsky was pretty much the Linguistics god. Literally, he is known as the Father of Modern Linguistics. Chomsky was present in just about every Linguistics class I took.
But not everyone knows Chomsky’s work, and I love that author Jana Casale infuses her protagonist Leda with the aspiration to read his work. Why? A cute boy in a coffee shop was reading it. That Leda buys a Chomsky book and keeps it but never reads it is quirky and in Leda’s case, authentic.
We see Leda mature over the years, starting with her experiences in college, finding disillusionment with most women she befriends and the men she dates, but finally finding love. With some misgivings, she gives up her MFA plans to follow John across the country when he accepts a job with Google, an ill-fated journey it turns out.
Leda is the Everywoman who is our friend and conscience. Fiercely true to herself, a keen observer of her own shortcomings and her place in the universe, she finds validation upon becoming a mother. The motherhood parts are sweet and sentimental. I loved when Leda’s three year-old daughter Annabelle is all about Barbie and Leda feels compelled to gently prod her towards a more PC toy.
Another favorite part was Leda’s foray into trying on bathing suits with an annoying salesperson hovering outside her door, who calls her Lisa instead of Leda:
“‘Looking for something special?’ a sales associate with an excited face said.
‘Oh no, just looking.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘No, I’m good for now, thanks.’
‘Okay, well my name is Karen; let me know if you need anything.’
Leave me alone, Karen, I’ll kill you, so help me god, she thought.
The poignant parts, too, are beautifully written. Leda’s despair at teenage Annabelle’s angst. Her pangs of sorrow when her mother dies. The changes in her marriage over the years.
“The Girl Who Never Read Noam Chomsky” is smart and beautiful and such an engaging read.
I loved it.
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I received a copy of “The Girl Who Never Read Noam Chomsky” from Vintage Books for an honest review, which is the only kind of review I write.