The Queen of Tuesday

June 1, 2020
A fictionalized version of Lucille Ball's life, including a love affair with the author's grandfather. For decades, Strauss, the author of the award-winning memoir Half a Life (2010) as well as novels including Chang and Eng (2000), has been obsessed with the fact that his grandfather Isidore Strauss might have met Lucille Ball at a 1949 party thrown by Donald Trump's father to celebrate the destruction of the Pavilion of Fun on Coney Island. The complicated concoction of memoir and fiction that has emerged from this spark of inspiration interweaves imagined scenes from Ball's life on and off the set with imagined scenes from his grandfather's. Between these chapters, he slips in vignettes of what seems to be memoir, documenting his earlier attempts to bring attention to this passion project. The novel begins at Trump's party, written up in a highly stylized, flashy prose style: "Hey, that's your favorite celebrity over there. On the boardwalk, her white shoes scuffed black with sand. (If she's not famous now, just wait.) She's striding--confidenting--right into this party." Before the night's over, Desi Arnaz will have punched Isidore Strauss in the eye. What follows incorporates impressive research into the progress of Ball's career--the author hopes to "remind people that Lucille Ball starred in America's first big-time interracial love story; was the first powerful woman in Hollywood; that she owned more movie sets at one point than did any movie studio." However, in addition to grafting his made-up story onto the facts of Ball's life, he admits to monkeying with other details, which undercuts even the informational aims of the book. Mingling fictional characters with famous historical ones worked to brilliant effect in E.L. Doctorow's Ragtime and many similar novels since, but this feels more like a thought experiment than a compelling story. The jaunty narrator is not just omniscient, but presumptuous and intrusive, spending a good deal of time in the characters' heads, confidently reporting their thoughts. In a scene in which Ball is having sexual intercourse with the author's grandfather, Strauss has her meditate on why she likes him so much. "Really, it was the fucking. It's hard not to love something you're really good at. She was really good at that." Oof. This odd book stands to anger Lucille Ball's fans and bemuse Darin Strauss'.

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June 8, 2020
Strauss’s ambitious metafictional latest (after the NBCC Award-winning memoir Half a Life) blends autobiography and family history in an investigation of celebrity, memory, and the legacy of ambition. The queen of the title is Lucille Ball, who, in 1949, is a shrewd businesswoman whose funny faces subvert her beauty and add to her character, and whose domestic life is simulated in I Love Lucy, but the book’s beating heart is Isidore Strauss, a Jewish builder, and, as the reader will eventually realize, the author’s grandfather. Isidore meets Ball at a Coney Island event hosted by Fred Trump, and Strauss uses this detail to spin a story of a secret affair that explains why Isidore’s marriage falls apart. The book is so clearly a labor of love that would be almost churlish to point out how labored it can feel, as when the narrator muses for two pages about Desi Arnaz’s use and abuse of power, or when Isidore wallows in guilt for just one kiss. Strauss is at his best when harnessing Lucy’s vital comedic and sexual force, but it’s not sustained across the entire narrative. Still, the questions of how family legends both obscure and reveal the truth will keep readers turning the pages.