Rodham, a book review

Rodham
Curtis Sittenfeld
Random House, 2020

My first introduction to Curtis Sittenfeld and their work was at the Festival of Faith & Writing at Calvin University in April. There are times I wish I could turn back the clock—before this year’s election. Sittenfeld’s novel does just that—providing a parallel universe in which to dwell, if only in our dreams.

Again, in this sideways/circular moment in history, Rodham can perhaps be read as satire, a mesmerizing what-if.

The premise of the book is that Hillary Rodham never marries Bill Clinton.

The first third of the novel is devoted to Hillary meeting Bill Clinton at Yale Law School and their early courtship and sex life. A bit of this reads rather cringey—but I think that might have been intentional. I filed it under Too Much Information—at the same time trying to keep in mind this is all a made up story. But it’s hard to separate fact from fiction in this first part. Then comes their break up.

Bill eventually marries, divorces, remarries, and becomes a Silicon Valley billionaire, who decides to run for president. At the exact same time Hillary is running for the Democratic nomination.

You see the tension here.

Mixed into the story is Donald Trump and other real life political actors, including a mention of Kamala Harris. The irony is not lost on me that I was discreetly reading this book while working at the polls November 5. I was desperately trying to finish the book as it was due at the library. By the end of the night Kamala Harris had lost and Hillary Rodham had won. How I wish for a switcher-roo.

I don’t think I’m giving too much away about the plot with that last reveal. What the author did was a reimagining of a real-life person, giving her her own context, fleshing her out sexually, intellectually, and emotionally. She wasn’t a perfect character. What the book does is act as a rational counterpoint to the many criticisms that arise when a woman runs for higher office—anything anywhere that seems beyond a traditional role. That all her male challenger has to do is mention she looks worn out and every one wonders if she might go berserk because of hormones or because woman are naturally not suited for the rigors of the presidency. Whatever stupid inference that might pop up, she had to be able to get ahead of or smooth over with the press, etc.

I remember when she ran in 2016, a good friend who was a died-in-the-wool Democrat whispered one time to me that he didn’t trust her. At the time I found it a weird comment, but one I came to understand many men uttered or felt. I only remember thinking: This sounds sexist. Did anyone ever stop to ask themselves that question when Bill Clinton ran? Or it simply didn’t matter----we wanted what he had to offer, hope and optimism, a counterpart to George Bush, it was time for a change in leadership. Or whatever reason people tell themselves when checking a box on their ballot.

I sincerely have no idea.

Back to my review of Rodham. If you have time in between stress eating and getting off social media and reaching out to friends or cutting off friends, pick up this book and begin a journey into an alternative world of possibility. For now it seems the only way we can have a woman president is to read about it.



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