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When Anita Naakka jumps in front of an oncoming train, her daughter, Norma, is left alone with the secret they have spent their lives hiding: Norma has supernatural hair, sensitive to the slightest changes in her mood--and the moods of those around her--moving of its own accord, corkscrewing when danger is near. And so it is her hair that alerts her, while she talks with a strange man at her mother's funeral, that her mother may not have taken her own life. Setting out to reconstruct Anita's final months--sifting through puzzling cell phone records, bank statements, video files--Norma begins to realize that her mother knew more about her hair's powers than she let on: a sinister truth beyond Norma's imagining. As Sofi Oksanen leads us ever more deeply into Norma's world, weaving together past and present, she gives us a dark family drama that is a searing portrait of both the exploitation of women's bodies and the extremes to which people will go for the sake of beauty.
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780451493538 |
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| Publisher: | Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group |
| Publication date: | 09/05/2017 |
| Sold by: | Random House |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 320 |
| File size: | 2 MB |
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If everything goes well, by August we can sit back and enjoy good food, sleep, and spa treatments. We can raise a glass to a future in which you receive everything you’ve never dared to dream. Then my work will be done, and I won’t regret the price of your new life one bit.
After the funeral, nothing went back to the way it had been. As Norma fell behind the other guests and slipped onto the road leading to the cemetery gates, she still tried to make herself believe it was possible, though. Her mother wouldn’t have been offended that she’d already ordered a taxi, and Norma didn’t care about any of the rest of it: relatives she hardly knew, scheming heirs, the fate of the ancestral home of the Naakka family, which was sure to come up over the Karelian pasties and savory sandwich cake as her grandmother interjected observations spun from her brittle memory. Norma would leave the farce behind to try to return to normal life and meet her mother’s death head-on. No more avoiding places that reminded Norma of her. No more being late to work. No more taking taxis instead of the metro, and no more bursting into tears each morning as she tore at her hair with a metal-toothed comb. She wouldn’t forget to eat or drink enough, and she wouldn’t let the life she and her mother had spent so much work building together fall apart. She would prepare for her workday the next morning just as before: she would pick the lint from the back of her blouse and pack her purse with baby oil to tame her curls, diazepam and meclizine to calm her mind and body. Into the bottom of the bag she would toss a travel-size bottle of Elnett hair spray because that was the smell of a normal workday, the choice of women who had their lives in order. That was the kind of woman she intended to be.
After armoring herself for the day to come, she would enter the Sörnäinen Metro Station, melt into the flowing mass of humanity, and allow the escalator to carry her to the platform as on any other day. The air current would flap the hem of her skirt, people would browse their phones and free newspapers, and none of them would remember the tragedy that had happened on that same platform. Only she would think of it as she prepared to confront the tension that had dominated her workplace through months of labor negotiations. She would realize that nothing in her life had stopped other than her mother’s life.
There was no sign of her taxi. Norma leaned against the cemetery fence and allowed relief to swim into the bubble formed by the benzos and scopolamine. She had survived the funeral. She hadn’t spotted deception in anyone’s commiseration, or hypocrisy in words of sympathy. She hadn’t fainted, vomited, or had a panic attack even though some people had come close enough to hug her. She’d behaved like a model daughter and was finally ready to remove her sunglasses, which had begun to slip down her nose from sweat caused by the heat. Then, just as she was shoving them into her bag, a man she didn’t know came up to her to express his condolences. Norma pushed the glasses back on. She didn’t want company.
“The others already went that way.” Norma motioned toward the restaurant where the reception was being held and pulled the brim of her hat down lower. Instead of leaving, the man extended his hand. Norma ignored the greeting and turned away. She had no interest in interacting with strangers.
But the man didn’t give up. He grabbed Norma’s hand. “Lambert,” the man said. “Max Lambert. One of your mother’s old friends.”
“I don’t remember her ever mentioning you.”
The man laughed. “Did you and your mother talk about all your friends? It’s been ages. When we were younger, Anita and I had some real adventures together.”
Norma pulled her hand away. She could feel the man’s grip on her fingers like a stamp pressed into her skin against her will, and he had used the past tense referring to her mother. It sounded like an insult. Norma hadn’t moved on to that stage yet, and this man didn’t look like one of her mother’s friends. Norma and Anita Ross’s life had been cloistered, their social contact limited to the circles required for their work. What few acquaintances each had had, the other knew, and this man was not one of them.
The man’s hair was slicked back, and his hairline with its widow’s peak looked like that of a younger man. The same couldn’t be said of his skin. The harsh rays of the sun had carved deep lines in his face, and his tan couldn’t conceal bags and broken blood vessels beneath his eyes from years of devoted alcohol consumption. The previous night’s beer stank on his glistening temples. The man’s suit was also yesterday’s vintage, the knees of his trousers hanging loosely. Everything about him sagged, fitting poorly with the serenity of the surrounding conifers. However, he spoke politely enough, his suit was a black appropriate to the occasion, and the fabric looked expensive. His cologne was fresh Kouros, not something that had been sitting on the shelf for years, and his shampoo was salon quality. That was where Norma’s examination ended. Her nose was plugged by drugs and sorrow, and the antinausea patches behind her ears pumped hyoscine steadily into her veins, so she couldn’t read the man any more carefully. When she noticed a lock that had escaped from her ponytail twisting like a corkscrew, she panicked and glanced at the clock on her phone. The taxi should have come by now.
The man took a pair of mirrored sunglasses from a pocket and put them on. “May I offer you a ride?”
“No, thank you. I have a taxi coming.”
The man’s laugh was that of an old gambler, and he sidled up closer to Norma. Something in his voice reminded her of the chatter of a gaggle of tourists. You could always find some wag in the group who talked louder than the others and cracked jokes that everyone laughed at even when the punch line fell flat.
“Well, please get in touch soon. We can take care of all this unpleasant business so you can continue your life.”
The man produced a card from a tarnished case that must have been silver and shoved it into Norma’s hand. The gold chain that encircled his wrist glinted in the sun. He might have won the case in a game of cards or stolen it. Cinematic possibilities flashed through Norma’s mind: What if her mother had had an affair with this man, and what if Norma had sisters and brothers she didn’t know about? Even worse, what if this man was her real father instead of Reijo Ross? Why was she even thinking like this? What if the man had simply come to the wrong funeral?
By the time Margit called, the taxi was nearly in Kallio. Norma answered after the sixth ring. Lambert’s card still rested in her lap, and she snapped its corners as her aunt attempted to persuade her to come back to the reception. The cardstock was sturdy and expensive, a cream hue with embossed gold lettering. There was no title and no address. On a whim, Norma asked her aunt whether Max Lambert had come to the memorial service.
The name didn’t mean anything to Margit. Norma’s guess about the wrong funeral must have been correct, and she was just about to roll down the window and throw the card into the wind.
“Wait, do you mean Helena’s ex-husband?” Margit asked.
Norma started in surprise. She must have numbed herself too much for the funeral. That was why she hadn’t made the connection: her mother’s best friend had the same last name as the man who had just introduced himself.
“Why on earth would Max Lambert come to Anita Ross’s funeral?” Margit asked. “That’s impossible.”
“I think I just saw him. Isn’t he there now?”
“No.”
“Could he have come in Helena’s place?”
“Don’t you remember how Helena and Lambert split up? Your mother would never have wanted that man here.”
In the background of the phone call, Norma could hear the muted voice of the priest and the clinking of plates. When she heard Lambert’s name, Margit had sounded bitter, but now her tone turned impatient. Even so, she spoke of Helena with respect, as if Norma’s mother could hear them—no one treated Helena with as much compassion as Norma’s mother had. And for a moment, her mother was alive again, in this conversation that still adhered to her wishes.
“Those years resulted in a few good children but otherwise only sorrow. Think about what happened to Helena.” Margit took a drink of something, and the glass tinkled. “Forget the whole thing. You must have been mistaken.”
Crazy Helena’s husband. Norma’s mother couldn’t abide anyone calling Helena names, and she had rarely spoken of her visits with her friend. However, over the past few years, her mother visited Kuopio more and more often, and Norma had deduced that Helena was either better or worse. But she hadn’t asked. Hospitals reminded Norma of the fates that deviants always faced, and she’d already heard plenty of those stories from her mother. She had enough torment. And she didn’t know Helena personally—she could barely remember her. It wasn’t until this very moment that she realized she hadn’t asked Margit whether anyone had notified Helena of Norma’s mother’s death, if Helena was even lucid enough to understand anyway.
“Those friends were only trouble.” Margit was becoming agitated again, but her words formed slowly and her mouth was full of cotton, as if she’d taken a sedative.
“Friends, what friends?”
Norma wondered whether Margit would recognize Lambert anymore. He’d left for Sweden decades ago with Reijo Ross, and neither had been seen in the old town since. They hadn’t even come home to bury their own parents.
“Do you mean Reijo? Is anyone there from Reijo’s family? Maybe Lambert came with one of the Rosses.”
“Rosses? Please! The past is the past. No good will come of digging it up.”
Norma’s aunt was probably right, and her mother would have agreed. She had wanted to keep these people where they belonged, in the past. But if no one had been in contact with Reijo, Lambert’s old friend, or with Helena, where had Lambert heard about the accident? Norma didn’t remember what the obituary said, whether it mentioned the funeral. Margit had handled that too. The report in the newspaper had definitely not included her mother’s name: A woman died after falling under a metro train in Sörnäinen. According to the police, there was no foul play.
Reading Group Guide
The questions, discussion topics, and reading list that follow are intended to enhance your reading group’s conversation about Norma, the intoxicating new novel from Sofi Oksanen, acclaimed author of Purge and When the Doves Disappeared.
1. Explore Norma’s powers. What does her hair enable her to detect in her environment and in those around her? What aspect of her powers does Norma conceal from her mother, and what is the significance of this concealment? Does she consider her hair to be a blessing or a curse?
2. Examine the role of secrets in the novel. Which characters keep secrets from others? Why? Are they secrets of necessity or secrets of choice? What is at stake in each character’s deception?
3. Who were the Sutherland sisters? Who was Elizabeth Siddal? What do these women represent to Anita? Why does she view their lives as cautionary tales?
4. Who was Eva? Why did she decide to leave the Naaka property and the life she had built there? What happened to her in America? How does the specter of Eva guide Anita’s life choices?
5. Examine Helena’s character, paying close attention to the events that lead to her collapse. What life experiences do Helena and Anita share? Why does Anita first suggest that Helena begin smoking Norma’s hair? What are the side effects of this habit? What act leads to Helena’s institutionalization? How does this incident affect the lives of Alvar and Marion?
6. On page 211, Anita tells Norma, “He who controls dreams, controls the world.” What dreams do the Lambert clan exploit? What motivates them? Who is most susceptible to this exploitation? As you answer these questions, consider issues of gender, race, class, and country of origin.
7. Explore the theme of beauty in the novel. Which individuals hold the most influence over societal standards of beauty? What does the novel suggest about the lengths to which some people are willing to go for beauty? Can beauty ever be a force for good? Why or why not?
8. Who is Albino? What is her connection to the Lambert clan? How does she betray them, and what happens to her as a result? Why does Marion feel she is haunted by Albino?
9. Compare and contrast Anita and Marion’s motivations for exposing the Lambert clan’s illicit operations. What does each character hope to accomplish? How do they intend to do so? How do they deceive each other, and what are the consequences?
10. Explore the theme of motherhood in Norma. What risks does one take when one decides to become a mother? What are one’s responsibilities as a mother? Does Anita fulfill these responsibilities? Why or why not?
11. How is Anita’s plot foiled? What happens to her once she is captured by the Lambert clan? Why don’t they believe anything she tells them? What causes her death?
12. Examine the theme of mental illness as it is depicted in the novel. Which characters are believed to be mad by those around them? Is “madness” an accurate diagnosis? Why or why not? What does the possibility of misdiagnosis suggest about prevailing attitudes toward behavior we don’t understand?
13. Discuss the deal that Norma and Alvar strike. What is the outcome of their alliance? What does this result suggest about Alvar’s character? Do you believe that Lambert, Alla, and Marion are dead? Is Norma really safe?
14. sider the significance of the final sentences of the novel. Why do you think Norma continues visiting Helena in her mother’s stead? What would it mean for Norma to find others who are like her?