It’s the 1930s in Texas when Charlie Bader comes of age with urges he has struggled with since childhood and does not understand. After his new bride finds him wearing her own sexy lingerie and leaves him in disgust, he tries to move on. His efforts lead him to Chicago, where he stumbles on a community of cross-dressers and begins to attend their secret soirees. When Pearl Harbor is bombed, he volunteers for the army, serving as a dentist and trying once again to leave his obsession with soft clothes behind. Instead, his wartime experiences combined with the army's faulty record-keeping lead to his reappearance in the small town of Heaven, Indiana, as Charlene. There, Charlene opens a beauty shop where Heaven’s women safely share their stories and secrets as she shampoos, clips, curls, and combs their hair. Charlene deftly manages to keep her own story hidden and her sexual desires quiet until she falls in love with a female customer and her life begins to change.
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Jan Maher is a senior scholar at the Institute for Ethics in Public Life, SUNY Plattsburgh.
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Earth As It Is
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HEAVEN, INDIANA, 1964
Helen Breck knew something was wrong. Just knew it. Charlene Bader never missed an appointment with a customer. Not in the nearly nineteen years her shop had been open. The women of Heaven counted on Charlene's Beauty Shop like they counted on social hour at church. She was more dependable than their dependable husbands, more faithful than the US mail. But then, even the US mail had been delayed since Saturday by the awful wave of snow and ice storms that had hit. For six nights and five days Heaven had frozen over. It was beautiful in its way, like a crystal palace in a fairy tale, but treacherous.
Of course, Charlene would have canceled any appointments she had at the beginning of the week when no one could walk or drive safely. The ice and bitter cold made for a deadly combination that anyone with sense would surely know better than to challenge. But now the temperature was climbing, snow was melting, streets and sidewalks were passable, and phones were mostly back in service. No, something was definitely wrong.
Helen knocked once on the beauty shop door, twice, waited a minute, then a third time before picking her way back through the sidewalk ice patches to her car. She sat for a moment trying to take deep breaths, tapping her gloved fingers on the steering wheel. She had come to rely on her monthly visit to Charlene as the one time she could speak her mind more or less freely without fear of hearing her words boomerang back on her through the gossip mill. Today, she'd hoped to discuss a new investment opportunity with the hairdresser. No one else in Heaven, including Helen's husband Lester, even knew she had investments. The strangeness of Charlene's shop being locked up tight made her chest tighten. Settle down, she told herself. Maybe ... but try as she might, she could not for the life of her think of a way to end that sentence positively. She put the car in gear and drove the two blocks to Clara's Kitchen where she borrowed the phone. It was an effort to dial with numb shaky hands, but she managed. There was no answer either at Charlene's home or at her shop. Helen's next call was to Harry Hess down at the police station.
Harry tried at first to calm her fears with reason, then thought better of it. Helen was, as everyone knew, a little around the bend. Had been ever since the death of her daughter Melinda a decade earlier. No, it wouldn't do to perturb Helen Breck. Harry swung by Clara's Kitchen in his patrol car and, together, he and Helen drove back up the street to Charlene's Beauty Shop. It remained closed. They drove on to Charlene's house.
Harry noted that the short walkway from the street to the porch was still quite icy, though there was crusty snow piled on both sides, a sure sign that Charlene had at least tried to keep up with the weather that had dumped white stuff on the town and surrounding area for almost a week.
They made their way carefully. He held Helen's elbow and could feel her nervous tension right through the sleeve of the heavy wool coat she wore. It made him nervous, too.
Having safely gained the porch, Harry rang the doorbell, then knocked. After waiting a respectable time for a response and hearing none, he tested the door. It opened easily, but this in itself was not a concern. No one in Heaven locked doors.
Seeing an empty living room and kitchen, he headed down the short hallway to check the bedroom.
Helen's scream brought him back. Rushing to the sound, he found her pale, shaking, standing in the bathroom over the crumpled form of Charlene Bader, who lay face down on the floor by a full tub of water, clad in a baby-blue terrycloth bathrobe.
Harry dropped to his knees and rolled her over. He held a hand to her mouth and another to her neck, feeling for signs of life. Charlene's skin was rough and cold. He felt no breath, no pulse.
Helen shrieked again, and her scream could have been his own. Charlene's bathrobe had fallen open. Charlene was undeniably dead. And Charlene Bader was undeniably a man.CHAPTER 2
DALLAS, TEXAS, 1933
Charlie Bader was alone in his house for the first time since his wedding night. He'd taken such great care these past five months to avoid just this circumstance, but now here he was.
At his office, surrounded by metal drills and enameled pans, sterile hard surfaces and sharp-tipped picks, he could suppress his urges; there was nothing to feed them. Today, though, his last patient had canceled so Charlie was free to lock up and leave early. He might have walked over to Sorgerstrom's to accompany his wife Anne home when she was finished working for the day, but it was too early for that. He had a full hour and a half with nothing to do. So now he was alone, standing in their bedroom.
His mind went in two directions at once. Anne, beautiful Anne, the love of his life. After all these months, Charlie still couldn't believe his luck: that she'd allowed him to court her, to propose, to marry her, to share her bed.
The halo of honey-blonde hair that framed her face was what he'd first noticed, that day a year ago when he'd accepted his landlady Mrs. Hesher's invitation to attend Sunday services at Christ of Calvary Church. Next, it was her golden voice. Her sweet soprano lifting above the others to sing of laying one's burdens at the feet of the Lord gladdened his heart. And when she'd made it a point to smile at his invalid sister Hannah, sat down to chat with the girl in the wheelchair, asked her questions and listened patiently as she struggled to push through her Parkinson's to answer them, Charlie was entirely smitten. Anne was a righteous Christian, warm, caring, and beautiful. Quite simply, he adored her.
At this moment, however, as he stood in the bedroom of their small house, it was Anne's nightgown that won the battle in his mind. This was the burden Charlie Bader was unable to lay down: his need for softness.
He'd discovered that, too, in church, as a child sandwiched in the pew between his father's scratchy wool suit and his mother's Sunday best. At five, he'd begun hiding in the closet where her dress and the faux fox fur she wore in cooler months spent the workweek. There, he could sit on the old steamer trunk, wrap the fox collar around his neck, rest against the cool fabric of the dress, and try to decide which he loved to feel the most. Was it the luxurious strip of fur, or the silkiness of the skirt? Or perhaps the satin lining on the belly of the fox collar?
He'd struggled with this desperately secret and damnable habit all through his childhood, through his move from Kirbyville to Dallas to attend dental school, right up to his honeymoon; but he'd sworn to stop it once he was married, and for five months, he'd succeeded. The scarves he'd bought for Hannah but borrowed while she slept stayed put in her dresser drawer unless she requested one. The cashmere sweater he'd gifted her with lay untouched unless she decided to wear it.
Anne, unwittingly, had made matters more difficult for Charlie by taking over care of Hannah's hair. Before the marriage, it was Charlie who combed it, worked the tangles out, braided and twisted it into the latest styles for his sister to admire in the mirror. After the wedding, Charlie's only opportunity to run his fingers through Hannah's thick tresses was the one evening a week Anne attended the missionary study group at church and Charlie was the one who brushed the braids out and helped her into bed.
Then Hannah's disease worsened, and they'd had to put her in a nursing home. Now, the only softness he had access to was Anne's nightgown and matching robe. When he embraced her, he embraced her robe as well. When they were intimate with one another, he was glad her sense of propriety prompted her to keep the nightgown on. He made love to them both: Anne and her gown.
Every day except Sunday, his angel wife worked for Mr. Sorgerstrom at the five and dime. And every day she worked, she got off when the store closed at six o'clock, then walked twenty minutes to get home. Charlie checked the clock. He had just over an hour. He opened the closet door and reached in to run his fingers along the cool, satiny folds of his wife's robe.
How could he have known that this afternoon, as he stood caressing the sateen, Mr. Sorgerstrom had told Anne to go early? That she'd done a bit of shopping, and would soon be home? She'd have been there already except that, on an impulse, she'd stopped on the way to say hello to her husband's old landlady, Mrs. Hesher.
Mrs. Hesher, the weathered widow who had first introduced them in church, had taken a special interest in them as two orphans of the great influenza epidemic, and considered herself personally responsible for their happiness. While Charlie was stripping off his shirt and pants, Mrs. Hesher was plying Anne with tea and cookies. While Charlie was slipping into the silky gown, Anne was updating Mrs. Hesher on Hannah's move to the nursing home (the doctors say most folks who get the Parkinson's after having sleepy sickness are a lot older; it's so sad, but she needs a level of care we just can't provide any longer) and Charlie's dental practice (doing better than most, thanks to a patient with simply dreadful teeth but excellent luck who struck oil on his land). While Charlie was regarding himself in the mirror, pushing his pectorals into small breast shapes, his wife was inquiring about Mrs. Hesher's son, who, shell-shocked and fragile, had finally come out of two decades of hiding in his room and gotten on with the WPA to help a muralist. While Anne was asking Mrs. Hesher the secret to making a hearty, lump-free sauce so she could surprise Charlie with biscuits and gravy for supper that night, Charlie was sitting at Anne's dressing table, reminiscing about his mother's dress and fox fur. He couldn't know that Mrs. Hesher was dabbing a bit of cologne behind Anne's ears, counseling her with a wink and a twinkle in her eye to woo her husband with the scent. He couldn't know she was sending Anne on her way home at that very moment.
Because it was still well before six o'clock, he allowed himself to tend to his nails. It was one thing he'd found he could do that no one seemed to notice.
* * *
"What ..." Anne stood in the bedroom doorway, unable to comprehend the scene she'd stumbled onto. All the happy thoughts of how to delight her husband with sweet smells and favorite dishes vanished in the split second it took her to register what she saw there. Her Charlie Bader, the handsome, up-and-coming dentist, her husband wearing the peach-colored sateen dressing gown that had been the centerpiece of her bridal trousseau.
Charlie jumped up, frantic, from the dressing table, whirled away from her, stripped the robe off, yanked his pants on, and only then dared turn to face her.
"I'm sorry ... I ..."
Anne stared, stammering. Her Charlie? "What are you ... why ... what does ... how could ...?"
"I'm sorry." Charlie's hands fluttered, trying to give him something to hide behind. "I wanted to tell you. I was afraid you'd ... you wouldn't understand."
Anne found her voice. It erupted, burned her throat, poured out of her. "Wouldn't understand what? You in my ... Charlie, how could you? How could you court me and marry me and ... and ... and touch me when all along you knew you were ..."
"But I'm not ..."
"I am not blind, Charlie Bader! I just saw you. I saw you ..." She couldn't bear to give name to the spectacle. Her gown. Him wearing her gown. "You have lied to me. You have lied your way into my life, into my heart, into my bed. I was pure for you, but you have touched my body with your perverted hands and ... and ..." She flew into frenetic action, grabbing her clothes, her suitcase from the back of the closet, wrenching open the drawers of her bureau and feeding the clothes into the open maw of the luggage.
"Please, Anne, please don't. What are you doing? Where are you going?"
"That is not one bit of your business!" She yanked her blouses and skirts off the closet rod and folded them, yes folded them. She would have order. She would make something fit. She would make. Things. Fit.
"Please don't leave." He choked on the words. "I can't live without you. Anne, I'll move out till you'll have me back. I'll sleep at the office. Just stay, please stay." Even as he offered this desperate bargain, he felt a pit-of-stomach despair knowing it was hopeless.
She slammed the case shut. "I'll need a day to arrange travel. I will not stay under the same roofwith you. I'm going into the kitchen till you leave. Let me know when you're on the way out," she hissed at him, then burst into sobs and ran from the room.
Charlie found her there, hands on the edge of the stove, holding herselfup. "I'm going now," he spoke to the back of her head. "I know I have no right to ask you anything, but please, don't tell anyone. It will ruin me."
She refused to turn, to look at him. "Don't worry," she said bitterly. "What do you think people would say about me if they knew I didn't have the sense to recognize a pansy boy? I don't need anyone feeling sorry for me."
"It's not what you think. It really isn't. I'm not one of those ... I don't ... It's you I love."
"Will you let me explain?"
"I do love you. With all my heart. It's not what you think. It's ..."
"Get out, please. Now." Though he could not see her face he knew her chin jutted out and he knew from her voice she was crying through her harsh words. That was the last he saw of her. The points of her shoulder blades, the stiffness of her neck, the rigid way she held her arms against the stovetop edge.
Charlie hoped against hope that she'd reconsider. His heart leapt, when he awakened the next morning in his dental chair, at the sight of a note slid under his office door. He rushed to read it, but it only said that he could come back to the house now because she was gone, and not to come after her. She was headed to New Boston, where there was a missionary group that trained people for service in French West Africa. If her husband's soul was irretrievably lost, at least maybe she could save a few savages. He stood for a few moments holding the note, staring at it. Yes, his soul was lost. Gone forever with his beautiful bride. In its place, a hollowing and hopeless thing growing. He tore the note into tiny pieces, took them home to the backyard, and buried them.
* * *
Hannah spoke so softly it was difficult to hear what she asked. Charlie knelt by his sister's wheelchair and cupped his hand to his ear.
"What did you say?"
"Where is Anne?"
"She's gone away for a while."
Hannah's eyes looked like they wanted to say something, but her mouth refused to push any more sound out.
"She asked me to tell you hello for her."
Charlie could feel Hannah staring at him, even as he looked away, avoiding direct eye contact. Oh, he hated this dissembling. He'd never lied to his sister before. She was so fond of Anne, what could he tell her? That he was sorry, but she'd found him wearing her lingerie and left him? That now that she'd found out about this unnatural thing he felt compelled to do, they'd never, neither one of them, see her again?
Maybe someday he could figure out a way to explain. Tell Hannah how it had always been this way, even before she was born. That he'd just get urges and have to do something about it. Maybe she could understand. It was never something he intended to do, not really. More like an itch that would start as a tickle and grow until — every now and then — it just had to be scratched.
Maybe someday Hannah would forgive him for causing the only person in her life she loved besides him to vanish from her pitifully limited world. She asked for so little. As her disease closed in on her, she bore it with stubborn grace. But everyone could tell she was delighted beyond measure when Anne and Charlie visited her. And though Charlie was the one she performed somersaults for when she was three and splashed in the creek with when she was seven, the one who nursed her through her long illnesses and indulged her insistence that he move them to Dallas to become one of Texas's first certified dentists, Anne was the person who brought the world of womanhood to her. The one who made her feel fashionable. The one who shared sisterly secrets with her. The one who could make her feel almost normal. It was Anne who could bring a smile to her face that cut through the disease-imposed mask.
Hannah was trying to talk again. Again, Charlie cupped his hand to his ear and leaned in to hear. "Charlie."
"Will she come to see me next week?"
"I don't know, Hannah. I don't think so. But it's not your fault. It's my fault."
"What did you do?"
"I disappointed her."
"I'll tell you someday. I promise. Don't blame Anne."
"You didn't ... break your vows?"
"No, Hannah. I love Anne too much. I kept the commandents." He attempted a grin, hoping this deliberate use of her childhood mispronunciation would amuse and distract her, but instead he had to swallow hard to stifle grief.
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Table of Contents
1. Heaven, Indiana 1964
2. Dallas, Texas 1933
3. Chicago, Illinois 1933
4. Indianapolis, Indiana 1938
5. Chicago, 1941
6. Paris, France 1944
7. Belgium, 1944
8. Heaven, 1945
9. Heaven, 1950
10. Heaven, 1952
11. Heaven, 1954
12. Heaven, 1957
13. Heaven, 1960
14. Chicago, 1962
15. Heaven, 1963
16. Heaven, 1964
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This novel is a strikingly original addition to the rich, burgeoning field of gender studies and is written in a deceptively simple style, never melodramatic but understated, even humble, a plain song as readable and vast as wheat fields grown to the horizon along the great American plains.
This novel is charming, compelling, and wholly absorbing. The writing isprecise, unadorned, and, at times, quietly lyrical. At its heart, this is a story about community, identity, and love. While the novel certainly tackles a subjectgender identitythat has been rightfully getting a lot of traction lately in various media, what draws me into this story is the way Maher writesof friendship and love and daily life in this small town in Indiana, Heaven. The tenderness with which Maher renders these characters and this community is compelling and heartrending.
This book is an excellent readthe story is so very sweet and poignant. Maher has done a wonderful job showing the nature of true love.
The luminous story of Charlie/Charlene delves into what it means to be a man or a womanit wraps the reader up in the warm, loving, gossipy, and sometimes uncomfortable world of women in a small town beauty salon. Jan Maher captures the essence of complex, memorable characters and reflects both ordinary and extraordinary lives in mid-20th century America.
Gender diversity is, and has always been, all around - in our families, hometowns, places of worship,workplaces,and communities. Maher'sEarthAs It Is takes place in a time in which individual, family, and societal possibilities and expectations collide and combine in unexpected ways while friendship, loyalty, and love prevail.
In Earth as It Is, Jan Maher deftly and delicately threads her narrative, the story of a heterosexual cross-dresser seeking a home, through 30 years of American culture. Her novel is deceptively powerful, smooth like the surface of a river that belies the pull beneath it. You slip in, and before you know it you’ve travelled quite a distance and have no interest in leaving. A very rewarding and, at turns, surprising work.
Maher has that gift, coveted among writers, of entering fully whatever psyche she touches. At once amusing, sensitive, and articulate, she carries us to surprising placesin this case into the heart of a cross-dressing dentist whose humanity we at once recognize as our own.
Charlie Bader’s love of softness and delicacy should be irrelevant to how he is perceived but that’s not the way things are, so Charlie’s got a problem. How he resolves it brings him face to face with major ethical questions we all encounter. When and to whom do we reveal truths about our intimate reality? Why and for whose sake do we keep secrets? And how much comfort and strength do we gain when we discover we are not alone? Visit Heaven, Indiana in Jan Maher's ground-breaking novel and explore these essential questions about identity, authenticity, compromise, and love.
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Earth as it is is the first book I'm reviewing and I've seen praise for the authors work in between recieving the book and reading it. I had high expectations and Jan Maher did not disappoint in any regard. The book tells the genuinely touching and heartfelt story of a man, who while we may not share his inclinations as a crossdresser, we can immediately relate to on a human level. Our main character, Charlie Bader, struggles, as so many of us struggle, to find his way in the world and struggles to be understood for who he really is. It's often said that the human heart in conflict with itself is the only thing worth writing about and Maher captures this absolutely masterfully. She balances Charlie's inner struggles with his crossdressing desires, his personal affections and his wants and needs in a way that any reader can empathise with and in a way that makes you question how you too would deal with them. The relationships and situations are exceptionally well developed and I admit no shame to tearing up several times into the story, particularly in the sections regarding Charlie and his sister and a later character and her mother and father. I'm sure I wouldn't be alone in that regard as Maher manages to make these people feel real with only a relatively short amount of words. I'm hard pressed to find issues with the story and most of the issues I can find are mostly nitpicks with information rather than anything wrong with the story itself. At one point conflict in Belgium is referred to as 'The Eastern Front' rather than 'The Western Front as it was.' and some people anachronistically treat Hitler with the modern viewpoint of History's greatest monster rather than simply 'The enemy' as he would have been seen around the period of Pearl Harbour as the full extent of the holocaust would not have been common knowledge yet to my own memory. These are minor issues though and in no way detract from the story as a whole. A minor problem with the storytelling as a whole for me personally is with the fact the story takes place over large time jumps. Obviously this is necessary as it would make the book exceptionally long to cover every event of Charlie/Charlene's life, but it gets jarring when characters you've never heard of are introduced all of a sudden and disappear just as fast. There were one or two times where I had to stop and think if I knew who the characters were as I'd had no introduction to them at all and so found my ability to care about their problems suffered in this regard. I was occasionally in the position where I had to consider a situation to be horrible by my knowledge of that situation, rather than any link to the character. This is a real shame as with Maher's brilliant ability to bring characters to life, I'm sure these moments would have been even bigger gut punches than they were. Aside from this, the only major issue that does detract from the story as a whole in my opinion is the decision to reveal Charlie/Charlene's death in the first chapter. This, in my opinion, robs some of the punch in the gut that could have been achieved by putting it at the end as there are several scenes where you can't hope for a good life for Charlie/Charlene after the story concludes as you know he doesn't have much time left to live, relatively speaking. This was rather disappointing to me as a reader and I constantly thought back to it whilst I was reading as to how so many events would be more powerful if I didn't know he'd not
I will be the first to admit that this isn’t my normal type of book, as I usually gravitate more toward fantasy romance or thrillers. But I wanted something a bit new, and I was intrigued by the description and when I started reading the opening pages, I found Jan Maher’s writing and narrative voice to be so engaging and authentic, I just wanted to get to know Charlene/Charlie (and the others) better. It was just so easy to read and sink right into, and there was never a place I wanted to ‘stop’, which actually surprised me. But on top of that, this was an emotional whirlwind rollercoaster that I was not expecting- even though we know from the description that it will be intense and edgy and dealing with very tough life (and death) issues. From beginning to end I was totally into the scenes and LOVE these characters (even the not so nice ones). There are just so many elements to this book I was impressed with, from the insightful narrative, to the complex and changing characters, to the profound and life changing events that affect everyone so deeply. It all came together to create a powerful, unforgettable book. The ending was very bittersweet, but fitting. And the next book “Heaven, Indiana” looks awesome too! Can’t wait to read more from Jan Maher in the future!
powerful. Haunting. Real. This was the first book I’ve read by this award-winning author Jan Maher, but it definitely won’t be the last! She has a real gift for writing descriptive and life-like scenes that bring these incredible characters and their ordeals to life in an insightful and profound and extremely though-provoking manner. I like that this book didn’t feel stale or derivative of anything I’ve ever read before, but really asked and examined deep questions and issues about life and what it means to be a human being, and how people can affect each other in so many ways, good and bad. I loved when Charlene ‘Talked’ with his sister Hannah, and also that he was able to connect with others, especially after what Ann did by rejecting him. It is a powerful read that covers a lot of territory, and does so with remarkable depth. No one is the ‘cardboard cutout cliché’ character here, and for that I’m grateful. It is engaging, quirky, jaw-dropping, surprising, sad, and inspiring… all the qualities I look for in a good novel, and it delivered an emotional win at the end. Well done.
4.5 stars "Earth As It Is” by Jan Maher was incredible! I finished it a few weeks ago and am still digesting it. I haven’t read anything like that in quite a while if ever. For once it seemed like the characters were anything but the stock, ordinary typical hero/protag guys and gals, but instead all had personal demons, struggles, secrets, and serious obstacles to overcome, flaws… I was totally into Charlie’s emotional storyline, and feel like I learned something and have a new appreciation for what it’s like for people who feel the way he does and what a challenge just living a normal life accepted by society is. And on top of that how much harder it was 50-60+ years ago when attitudes were so different. Really makes you grateful that things have changed, yet in a way there is still so far to go. But Charlie’s identity is just a part of this story--- there are just so many wonderful elements to this book, it is almost on an epic scale, but impressively it doesn’t get too convoluted, and all came together to create a fresh-feeling novel that was out of the ordinary and kept me interested throughout. This appears to be a standalone book (not part of any series) and wraps up well in the end, but it looks like there is a spinoff of sorts (Heaven, Indiana”) and I’d love to read that as well.. Recommend.
Flawless. Whenever I really love a book I feel like I have to play it cool in my reviews because I don’t want to seem overly fawning or gushing or fake. So here’s what I didn’t like – some characters in this book were total jerks. Ugh I hate bigotry. Here’s what loved: Everything else. This book is so way better than any Nicholas Sparks book and all his get made into movies – this one should too. This was a captivating novel and very easy to see why it received a starred review from Kirkus and has won awards. There is such strong, vivid writing, and the characters are all fascinating, and flawed, and going through their own transitions, especially the main character Charlie/Charlene. GREAT character development with him, emotionally and physically, and everything just felt “authentic” for lack of a better word. Dialogue, interactions, scenes, descriptions…In all honestly this is a very different type of book that I think people will be surprised how much it can touch your soul on different levels – from asking profound life questions, to facing personal demons, to meeting special people who can impact your life journey in unexpected ways. Despite what some might think, I don’t think that this is a niche book in a narrow genre defined by sexuality, and I believe that it will appeal to a wide audience. Flawless pacing, editing, formatting and presentation all around. Great job! Would love to read more from Jan Maher in the future.
4.5 stars "Earth As It Is” by Jan Maher is by one of the most original and well-crafted and beautifully written novels I’ve read in a long time! I was hooked from the very beginning – although at first I was confused why it would start with Charlene/Charlie’s death and secret revealed, I realized it was the author’s way of really showing respect in the sense that she’s not using it as some contrived ‘plot twist’ to shock or scandalize the reader – we know exactly what’s going on from the beginning and take this remarkable journey with Charlene/Charlie from the end… to the beginning… then to the end. I loved Maher’s use of description of the different scenery and locales (really painted each city so well, and gave Heaven such a charming personality) and her careful attention to character detail. We feel transported not only into Charlie/Charlene’s head, but also the others as well… we see the world and the time period through different perspectives and it was an interesting… and at times quite haunting… experience. This novel covers so, so much it’s impossible to sum up (and I don’t want to reveal spoilers), but it felt like I was reading several slices of real life by a character who is relatable and believable. The supporting cast is all complex and relatable in their own way (loved Minnie), and it was interesting to see how it all tied together in the end, which was quite bittersweet. An epic literary feat, to be certain, and unlike anything else I’ve read in a long time. I was really impressed with the writing and the profound message and would recommend this book with the highest of praise.
what? I’m not crying. You’re crying. *sniff*. Okay that was amazing. “Earth as it Is” by Jan Maher is an excellent novel that captured my attention from the beginning, pulled me in, and never once let go. Each scene was riveting, imaginative, and flowed smoothly from one to the next… and even though this is definitely a very ‘literary’ novel, there is never a “dull part” where you get bored or want to skip ahead – not even close. We are immediately intrigued by the ‘discovery’ of the body and the secret, and then we move right into getting to know Charlie and see what his life is like – and I also LOVED that it is set during the 30’s-60’ because we see just how different things are (and also how they are still the same)… Watching Charlie grow and change (quite literally) and then having it all play out against the bigger picture of the world stage and multiple cities just gave this novel such a big, complex depth that quite frankly could have easily just bombed but instead I was so mesmerized from the first page to the last…even when being darker or harsh scenes. I think the town of Heaven was a perfect setting for his story and I really felt like I was a part of this moving, remarkable story of the human experience. I would love to read more from this author in the future. The next book looks really good too! Recommend for readers of lit fiction/gender studies.
Wow. Wow. Wow. Okay I feel inadequate to write this review because I am so blown away by this book and want so badly to do it justice and I don’t think I can. I read a lot. A LOT. And now the bar has been raised and Jan Maher has ruined me for so many books now! Haha I kid (not really). Where to start. First of all, this is the first book I’ve read on this subject (cross-dressing) and it’s just never something that I’ve had personally affect me in my life, but of course I am aware of it – just really never gave the issue much thought… each to their own, I always say… but I really felt so drawn into Charlie’s life, his world, seeing everything through his eyes, experiencing a life I’ve never thought of but felt so deeply personal and intimately connected… I just want to hug him and protect him and be his friend…but I also feel so enlightened now in a way I didn’t before, (I hope that doesn’t sound basic) – just very emotionally challenging and inspiring. I love so many things about this book, from the writing to the setting /time period to the characters (well most…) I really like that Maher took a topic that is very hot button and treated it with dignity and respect, not like a ‘gimmick’ or ‘angle’ to sell a story. It was real, raw, ugly, heartbreaking, heartwarming, and left a big mark on my heart. Highly recommend for fans of dramatic literary fiction.