By Christian Viveros-Fauné
By Miriam Felton-Dansky
By Tom Sellar
By Tom Sellar
By Jessica Dawson
By Tom Sellar
By R. C. Baker
By Tom Sellar
At 375 pages, The Last of Her Kind is denser than Nunez's previous books, but no less intimate in its approach to memory and the past. It begins in the fall of 1968 with Dooley "Ann" Drayton arriving for her freshman year at Barnard. A wealthy girl plagued by class guilt, Ann had requested a roommate "from a world as different as possible from her own"hoping to be paired up with a black student. She's disappointed to find herself rooming with the novel's plainspoken narrator, Georgette George, a poor white girl from the backwoods of New York State. Ann yearns to shed her privileged skin, quickly selling off her expensive clothes and dropping the name Dooley (linked to her family's slave-owning past). But she doesn't realize that her very approach to the worldher sense of power and possibilitystems from her affluent upbringing. As Georgette writes, "I, for example, would never have believed that I could have had any say in my choice of roommates." Despite all this, the two girls become friends during a transitional momentfor them and the country. The Last of Her Kind evokes a time when young women's values changed at breakneck speed. Ann throws herself into the melee like a dervish; Newsweek even includes her in an article on the new breed of student revolutionaries. Georgette, on the other hand, is just another anonymous undergrad who drifts through a few political meetings but never gets too involved. Ann plans to change the world, but Georgette is burdened by more personal worries: her ailing mother, her brother in Vietnam, and her 14-year-old runaway sister, Solange, who disappeared the week before Woodstock.
Nunez's most impressive feat may be that she makes the hard-to-love Ann so riveting. A one-woman Maoist self-criticism tribunal, Ann grows increasingly rigid and self-sacrificing. After a big meal, she does penance by skipping the next threenot to look like Twiggy but out of sympathy for starving Africans. Every experience becomes raw material for Ann's do-gooder instincts; even the most humiliating episodes, like being shunned by the black girls in the Barnard cafeteria, become "teachable moments." Ann's obsession with ideological puritywhich later lands her in prisonprobably seems ludicrous to today's readers. But Nunez's crusading heroine feels entirely plausible, both a real, singular person and a product of her times.
Georgette's contemporary, personal voice puts the reader at ease, too, lending The Last of Her Kind a distinctly memoirish feel. Leaping between past and present, she never allows us to wallow in some sepia myth of the '60s and '70s, though she shares our amazement at the chasm between those days and our own. But it's the lovingly etched details that make this novel hum, like the description of a speed-fueled paper-writing session in which Georgette's insecurity gives way to manic, fleeting self-belief: "Cigarette clenched between teeth, I poise my hands over the Smith Corona like a pianist about to fill the hall with Bach. Another rush. I hit the keys. 'Why The Great Gatsby Is Not a Great Book.' " Or her disarming description of the place where she was raped in Riverside Park: "a dark, cozy green enclosure, like the entrance to a hobbit dwelling, or a perfect little rape room." Here, as elsewhere in the book, Georgette steps out of the narrative to confess authorial ambivalence. "I don't mean to be flippant," she insists. "I'm just trying to find a way that I can tell about this."
The novel loses some of its momentum after the girls leave college and grow apart. Georgette floats through the '70s as the beauty editor at a women's magazine, and later lets her career fall by the wayside to marry a famous critic and raise children. Needless to say, Ann disdains the superficiality of her old friend's life, but Georgette's focus on the personal is now more in step with the American mainstream.
Nunez illuminates Georgette's complex but commonplace adulthood with astute nuances. Ann, meanwhile, develops into a vaguely mythical creature, a late-20th- century Simone Weil or Teresa of Avila whose fate is conveyed via secondhand reports: an interview with her lawyer in the Voice, for instance, and a moving essay by a fellow inmate. She's ascetic and uncompromising, the last gasp of '60s revolutionary optimism, but she comes with enough heavy-handed idea-mongering to tip the novel's delicate balance. Poor Georgette is left in the shadows, an ordinary woman forever looking back at the past and wondering what she missed.