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Much Ado about Jessie Kaplan

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by Paula Marantz Cohen

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From the bestselling author of Jane Austen in Boca, "another witty tale that combines classic literature with contemporary social comedy."---Hartford Courant

Carla Goodman's life in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, is a little bit stressful these days. Her doctor husband is frazzled, her son's teachers say he needs Ritalin, and she's in the throes of


From the bestselling author of Jane Austen in Boca, "another witty tale that combines classic literature with contemporary social comedy."---Hartford Courant

Carla Goodman's life in Cherry Hill, New Jersey, is a little bit stressful these days. Her doctor husband is frazzled, her son's teachers say he needs Ritalin, and she's in the throes of planning her daughter's bat mitzvah. But it's her sweet widowed mother, Jessie Kaplan, who really has Carla worried, for Jessie has suddenly "remembered" that she was Shakespeare's Dark Lady of the Sonnets in a previous life. Can even the famed Dr. Leonard Samuels, psychiatrist and author of the self-help book, How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love My Mother-in-Law, help with a problem like this?
Witty, engaging, and wickedly observant, Much Ado About Jessie Kaplan is an unpredictable tale of love, loss, and family rites of passage.

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“Though Cohen's knack for gentle satire earns some terrific laughs, this buoyant novel's power stems from the author's deep sympathy for her conventional characters. She mocks, yes, but from a place of tremendous understanding.” —Newsday
Publishers Weekly
A looming bat mitzvah and a mother who believes she's the reincarnation of Shakespeare's Dark Lady cause no end of trouble for the suburban heroine of this corny but hilarious second novel by Cohen (Jane Austen in Boca). Carla Goodman of Cherry Hill, N.J., is saddled with a 12-year-old daughter, Stephanie, who seems to be in "a perpetual state of PMS," a 10-year-old son, Jeffrey, who is "on his way to becoming a fifth-grade delinquent," and a gastroenterologist husband who is having trouble maintaining a private practice ("It's one thing to look up butts and get rich.... It's another to do it for nickel and dimes"). At the same time, Carla's widowed mother, Jessie, starts making references to mead and doublets, apparently remembering her former life as the Dark Lady of Shakespeare's sonnets. Cohen, who is developing a sparkling reputation for bringing the classics into contemporary fiction, paints in broad strokes but hits the mark with this domestic comedy. When Carla turns to renowned psychiatrist Dr. Leonard Samuels, famous for his bestselling How I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love My Mother-in-Law, for advice, the humor escalates. Anyone-Jewish or not-who has ever attended a bat or bar mitzvah will find Cohen's take on the preparations and planning for this rite of passage spot on. By the end of this thoroughly entertaining romp, the author convincingly resolves all of Carla's family dilemmas with large doses of humor and heart. Agent, Felicia Eth. (May) Forecast: Few writers aim so directly-and successfully-at the AARP set. Cohen has already reaped the rewards (one online reader reports she gave Jane Austen in Boca to her grandmother, who passed it on to six others in her assisted living community), and sales should be correspondingly strong for this second novel. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Cohen (Jane Austen in Boca) scores another hit with her second affectionate comedy about a Jewish widow and her chaotic but loving family. Set in Cherry Hill, NJ, this novel takes Shakespearean comedy as its model and the recently widowed Jessie Kaplan as its heroine. While Jessie juggles household matters and secret meetings with granddaughter Stephanie's English teacher, Stephanie prepares for her bat mitzvah, grandson Jeffrey misbehaves at school, and son-in-law Mark worries about his lackluster medical practice. And then Jessie announces that she was the "Dark Lady" of the Bard's sonnets in a past life; she claims to have met Shakespeare in 16th-century Venice, where her father was a merchant. Jessie's adult daughters, Carla and Margot, are understandably worried about their mother and conspire to solve her and everyone else's problems. In the best tradition of Shakespeare, myriad complications arise but are dispatched before the final curtain falls. Cohen has a knack for making modern life reflect literature in the most engaging manner. Essential for most fiction collections.-Andrea Kempf, Johnson Cty. Community Coll. Lib., Overland Park, KS Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.

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Much Ado About Jessie Kaplan

Chapter One

This one LOOKS NICE."

"I hate it!"

"How about this one?"


Carla and Stephanie were leafing through a sample book in the fancy stationery store, trying to pick out an invitation for Stephanie's bat mitzvah.

Things were not going well.

What Carla liked, Stephanie hated, and what Stephanie liked, Carla couldn't help saying, "Are you sure that's what you want?"—a question guaranteed to drive any daughter crazy.

Carla hadn't thought that picking out an invitation would be so complicated. How hard could it be to choose a good paper stock with a colored border and some curly type?

But she had failed to take several things into account.

For one thing, invitations were not as simple as they used to be. Now, not only was there a dizzying array of paper stocks, borders, and typescripts to consider, but ornamental features like gold leaf, ribbons, and stars; whimsical inserts like confetti, whistles, and gold coins; and high-concept design elements like holograms, taped messages, and scratch-and-sniff panels.

Then, there was the additional complication posed by the bat mitzvah girl herself. Stephanie Goodman was at that highly sensitive and volatile age where choices of any kind tended to stress her out. The many trivial, hard-to-differentiate variables involved in picking out a bat mitzvah invitation were just the sort of thing liable to cause a meltdown.

"What's wrong with this one?" Carla held up a sample invitation with a pink border and a matching pink bow. A little packet of pink sparkles was also included as a "fun feature"—guaranteed to spray out when the envelope was opened, get embedded in the recipient's sweater, and remain there through numerous dry cleanings.

"Too girly," pronounced Stephanie.

"And what's wrong with girly?" asked Carla, succumbing to sarcasm: "You're a girl, aren't you?" In point of fact, Stephanie and her friends liked to advertise their gender—what with the makeup, the tight-fitting tops, and the heavy dousings of cheap perfume that, in the words of Carla's husband, Mark, made the car (when he drove them to their favored destinations, Friendly's and Starbucks) smell like a French cathouse. Yet for some reason, certain tried-and-true artifacts of girlhood had been thrown by the wayside. The color pink was one of them.

"I like the turquoise," said Stephanie, ignoring her mother's remark (in Stephanie's world, mothers weren't allowed to be sarcastic).

"That's nice." Carla tried to sound noncommittal.

"You don't like it!"

"The turquoise is fine."

"You're lying! You don't like it!"

"What does it matter what I like? It's what you like that counts."

"I don't like the turquoise," said Stephanie with sudden decisiveness. "I like this one." She pointed to an invitation with pinkish trim and a pinkish bow, similar to the one Carla had just picked out.

"Lavender is very popular," said the salesgirl diplomatically.

"Yes," said Stephanie, glad to see her choice—in actuality pink—identified as not pink. "I like the lavender."

"So that settles it," said Carla with relief.

"Lisa's invitation had her voice recorded in it," Stephanie noted, not content to close the case so easily.

"We have speaking invitations," said the salesgirl. "They're really neat."

Carla felt like swatting the girl, whose skin-tight jeans and heavy eyeliner—not to mention the fact that she wasn't a day over twenty-three—obviously gave her an unfair advantage. "No speaking invitations," she said firmly. "Everyone we plan to invite knows how to read."

"I was just asking!" said Stephanie. "I wasn't necessarily saying I had to have them."

"Well, you aren't going to."

"I didn't say I wanted them. I was just asking." Stephanie's voice had grown shrill but she managed to mutter under her breath, "You're so mean! I hate you!"

Carla held herself back from responding. All the books said that the teenagers' goal was to get the parents angry and on the defensive. It was important not to let them win—or at least know they had. Carla pursed her lips and handed the salesgirl her credit card.

"Do you have a ballpark figure of how many you plan to send out?" asked the salesgirl sweetly.

Carla sighed and shook her head. The original plan had been for a modest brunch—the modest brunch being the common starting point for all bar and bat mitzvahs, though none ever seemed to take this form. In the Goodmans' case, the brunch had been nixed by Mark's parents, who had argued that they and their friends weren't about to schlep up from Florida to have the event over on Saturday afternoon. Better to do an evening affair, with a nice spread for the out-of-towners the next morning to stretch things out.

Once an evening affair was settled on, other variables followed in inevitable succession: a sit-down meal, a band as well as a deejay, a prima-donna entertainment coordinator with entertainment facilitators in matching outfits—not to mention high-end favors, prizes, and other specialty items that the bar mitzvah marketers stipulated as de rigueur for evening affairs.

"It takes on a life of its own," said Carla's friend Jill Rosenberg, who was still recuperating from her son Josh's bar mitzvah a year ago. "But you don't want to fight it. If you resist, they make you feel guilty, so it's better to give in and go with the flow."

Carla had taken Jill's advice and watched unprotestingly as the guest list grew and grew. Stephanie's list alone drew from three substantial constituencies: her camp friends, her middle-school friends, and her Hebrew-school friends—each group to be treated as inviolable and not to be mixed under any circumstances.

Mark's list was also substantial. He had to invite all the referring doctors in his hospital (or risk never getting a referral again) and those nurses who had dropped hints as to how they'd love to observe this wonderful Jewish ritual (or risk their developing weird scenarios as to what went on when so many Jews got together in one place).

Carla's mother, Jessie, planned to invite large contingents from both sides of her family. This included the highly sensitive Scarsdale Lubenthals—to omit one was to bring down the ire of the entire clan—and the lively but disreputable Brooklyn Katzes, likely to show up with new spouses, a doubling effect in itself.

Carla's in-laws seemed intent on inviting practically everyone in their condominium community in Southeast Florida, including people they frankly detested.

"Invite them," her mother-in-law said. "They won't come anyway and it'll make them feel bad for not inviting us to their grandchildren's."

"But what if they do come?" Carla protested. She had learned from friends that people were unpredictable that way and you neverknew when someone might be in the mood to hop on a plane and go to a bat mitzvah. Just the other day she had heard a horror story about a woman who invited her husband's cousins in Venezuela, and had them all show up on her doorstep the morning of the affair.

"If they come, you add a few more tables," her mother-in-law counseled lightly. Carla's in-laws were always making such casual pronouncements, until they saw the bill and were appalled. Carla thought they might be suffering from a rare form of Alzheimer's in which their memory was affected only with regard to what things cost.

Finally, there was the associative principle attached to the invitations. This was the principle whereby asking X meant having to ask Y and Z, who would be mortally offended if they found that X was invited and they weren't. In short, each invitee immediately spawned two or three more, making compiling the guest list akin to the breeding of rabbits.

"How about a five-hundred-dollar down payment?" said the salesgirl, noting that Carla's eyes had glazed over at the prospect of giving an estimate. "We can make up the difference when you have the exact count."

Carla said this would be fine.

"And if you need to change any of the options, we'd be more than happy to accommodate. It's such an important event; we want the bat mitzvah girl to have everything she wants."

The salesgirl glanced slyly at Stephanie and her mother as she spoke. She was close enough to her own bat mitzvah to know that what the bat mitzvah girl wants wasn't always in line with what the mother of the bat mitzvah girl thinks is appropriate. The prospect of a clash of wills filled the air as she saw Carla and Stephanie dart angry looks at each other. It was nice to think that certain things remained the same, mused the salesgirl. Even as you grew older and the world changed around you, others followed in your footsteps and repeated the age-old patterns. That's what rituals were all about, weren't they?

MUCH ADO ABOUT JESSIE KAPLAN. Copyright © 2004 by Paula Marantz Cohen. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

Meet the Author

Paula Marantz Cohen is a Distinguished Professor of English at Drexel University in Philadelphia, and the author of Jane Austen in Boca as well as five scholarly nonfiction books. She lives in Moorestown, New Jersey.

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Much Ado about Jessie Kaplan 3.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
flteacher4 More than 1 year ago
This book started off great...but lost it's steam real quick. I did learn alot about the Jewish religion and customs, and Shakespeare, but the storyline was so boring and rigid that I did not even want to pick the book up. I am not one to abandon a book, but this is one that I set aside for now.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
Loved this book by the author. I don't usually read fast paced light reading books, but this one I had to. I was ready to put it down after the first 100 pgs.because I am a book club moderator, I had to finish it, and I am glad I decided to keep going.
Guest More than 1 year ago
As a fan of Jewish novels, I was incredibly disappionted with this poorly written, disjointed story. The first several pages start out great, but the grandmother's dillusion that she is shakespeare's mistress reincarnated takes over the entire storyline and the book gets incredibly boring and the end appeared to be predictable. With 50+ pages left, I didn't even care what was to occur.
Guest More than 1 year ago
As a Jew and a fan of Jewish novels, I found this book incredibly disappointing. It starts off great with the mother and daughter planning and bickering about the daughter's Bat Mitzvah. Then the book becomes incredibly dull as the focus shifts to the delusions of the Grandmother thinking she was Shakespeare's mistress in a former life. I didn't even bother finishing the book because I don't care how it turns out.