3.0 out of 5 stars
Under Bright-Lights A Secret Lies, Aug 23 2002
By A Customer
What drew me to this book the most was its cover. As interesting as the plot-line seemed, I think the cover was incredibly well-done. The woman has this blunt, wistful stare and yet seems so carefully posed as to be unexposed. She is veiled in that we cannot see anything (her clothes, hair, body) except her face. Because of the cover, I was really excited about this book, and my expectations were met... somewhat.
Ann Rogers appears to have it all: beautiful, successful photographer, married. She seems to have everything under-control. Yet secretly her life is in shambles as a museum sets up an exhibit of her father's sexually explicit, masochistic, disturbing, and very, very controversial photographs, for which Ann was his model. Ostensibly, Ann is fine with the exhibit, and as controller of his estate (her father committed suicide when she was nineteen) she even participates in it. However, she has also turned to crystal-meth and compulsive shop-lifting as a buttress, and mismanagement of her severe diabetes as an escape.
Overall, this book was pretty good, not overly exploitative, and well-written. It was very dramatic I really liked the inserts which described the photographs of Ann as a girl. While some reviewers complained that it wasn't fair of the author to give us an anonymous nineteen year-old protestor of the exhibit who sets herself on fire, I felt the anonymity worked in that it embodies the destructive impulses Ann's father's work led to in Ann herself, and shows the way people can have an effect on us without our knowing it. At the same time, I felt this book could have been better had it been narrated by Ann's point-of-view. I couldn't really tell what she was feeling and this put me at a distance from her as the central character. The inserts that were narrated by Ann seemed too dramatic, italicized and supposing to be passioonate, while they really revealed very little at all. I wish I could have gotten more of a feel for how Ann felt about her fame as a model, and perhaps the feelings of humiliation at being so exposed so young. I also didn't like the conclusion. We have no idea where the story is going and what is happening to Ann. The connection with charity work was a poor one.
On the whole though, I admire Kathryn Harrison for attempting to tell a story of what amounts to incest when it is not blatantly so, therefore leaving the victim in dire confusion, with only a desire to self-destruct. At times this may seem like another "beautiful-talented-destructive-young-woman tale", but you can't blame Ann after what she's been through.
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5.0 out of 5 stars
Wonderful read, July 4 2001
The reader gets the feeling this author is speaking perhaps too close for comfort. Self destructing woman becomes even more unglued as her famous father's photographs are heading for display at a museum. Her father's camera was his shield against feeling while the daughter was the recipient of only the camera's eye. Psychologists would have a field day with this character. Riveting story.
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3.0 out of 5 stars
Where Was Her Editor?, Aug 17 2000
Kathryn Harrison is a lovely, compelling writer but someone should have helped her with this one. Plot points intriguingly dropped are never addressed again (a mysterious self-imolating nineteen year old girl is dangled in front of us, then abandoned; the protagonist's father has an affair with a highly unlikely woman for whom there is never an explanation). In addition, the self destructive 'heroine' herself is a frustration. Watching her downward spiral is wearing, she never comes to the slightest bit of self-knowledge and we are left with no hope for her or her marriage to her faithful, eminently more sympathetic husband. Yes, it's interesting to note that our culture is hyper-obsessed with voyeurism, that lives are sacrificed in the process and no one seems to care. But by the end, I was close to not caring myself, which I'm sure was not Ms. Harrison's intention. She's a very talented writer, and I read the first half with alacrity, sure there would be some break in the endless self-destruction that would make slogging through it worthwhile. For some, perhaps watching a train wreck is fascination enough in itself. As for myself, I wanted more.
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