By Monique Jones
By Travis Cohen
By Liz Tracy
By Terrence McCoy
By Morgan Golumbuk
By Ciara LaVelle
By Carolina del Busto
By Michael E. Miller
Remember when your sister iced your birthday cake with Ajax? It's payback time.
From a journalist's memoir about her junkie brother to a memoir written in tandem by sisters, one of whom was sexually assaulted, to a novel narrated by an office worker whose murdered sister was "diabolically beautiful" but was "a monster all her life" before becoming "a cheap whore," this is the year of books about siblings. If the past decade churned out increasingly intimate autobios and transparently personal fiction, then 2007 is when authors ran out of stuff to say about themselves and started in on the next best thing: their brothers and sisters.
Siblings are as close as they can be to us without being us. We shared wombs. They were there when Dad got fired and Mom committed suicide. Summer reminds us of them because, when the heat rises, it reminds us of home.
Siblings are our almost-us. They are us but better-looking, as in Natsuo Kirino's Grotesque (Knopf, $24.95), whose nameless and sociopathically bitter narrator "knew I was by far more intelligent than Yuriko ... who had nothing going for her but her hauntingly beautiful face" and then heralds Yuriko's downfall with something like triumph. They are us but older, as in Ehud Havazelet's novel Bearing the Body (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, $24), in which the dead brother's left-behind snapshots depict Jerry Garcia, "a remarkably thin and young-looking Jesse Jackson in an Afro," and the brother himself, a Holocaust survivor's eldest son "holding a banner, walking behind two black men in army jackets and sunglasses, fists raised in salute."
Siblings are us, replicated: those strange creatures with whom one can "wake up to one's own double image, realizing you've just had the same dream," as Stacey Richter muses in the leading story of her collection Twin Study(Counterpoint, $24). Its identical sisters -- one married, one single, both liking the married one's husband's aftershave -- switch lives secretly. Siblings are us but unluckier, as in Baby Brother (G-Unit, $12), a collaborative novel by rapper 50 Cent and Noire (author of Candy Licker, Thug-a-Licious,and G-Spot) in which the seven sibs include a gambler, a cop, a born-again ex-pimp, twin drug lords, a prison guard, and a teen falsely accused of murder two days before he would have started Stanford on a full scholarship.
Sibling books lend themselves to two-mints-in-one whimsy. Natalie Kring and Shannon Kring Bir wrote Sister Salty, Sister Sweet: A Memoir of Sibling Rivalry (Running Press, $19.95) in alternating chapters. In The Girls (Back Bay, $13.95), novelist Lori Lansens switches back and forth between the very different voices of conjoined twins Rose and Ruby Darlen.
Writing about your almost-double is a gold mine. You've been researching this book all your life -- without even trying! You don't have to study old microfiche to capture the setting, or interview strangers to discover whether the person in question liked peas. You could effect his or her vocal quirks with your hands tied behind your back. You already know half the secrets. In Thick as Thieves: A Brother, a Sister, a True Story of Two Turbulent Lives (Holt, $24), Steve Geng skewers the boyfriend of his sister, New Yorkerwriter Veronica Geng, as being "devoid of affect." The author is a former professional thief. Recounting the books Veronica read when she was a star student, he invokes the "terrible mixture of pride and longing I felt for her" during one teenage summer when they enjoyed "an almost unbearable closeness." (She was into Ayn Rand.)
Are you what Natsuo Kirino's narrator calls "very ordinary"? While your sibs were stealing cars or hallucinating being held captive in Tibet -- as, in Relative Stranger (Canongate, $23), Mary Loudon tells us her schizophrenic sister did -- were you holed up with Saving Private Ryan and a box of Mystic Mint cookies? Writing about siblings lets you borrow their epiphanies, their highs and lows.
Just as they borrowed your favorite culottes.
Talk about revenge.
What real-life short-sheetings and favorites-playing parents fed Anna Maxted's A Tale of Two Sisters (Plume, $14)? In this latest from a chick-lit veteran, hot London lawyer Cassie disses plump, plain, pregnant writer-sis Lizbet and then aims to redeem herself after the latter miscarries. And surely someone suffered to inspire Da Chen's Brothers (Three Rivers, $14.95), in which abandoned bastard Shento seethes in a Chinese orphanage as luckily legitimate Tan gets groomed to follow in the footsteps of the military-hero father they share. It all turns topsy-turvy amid the usual Maoist mayhem.
By contrast, sibling memoirs spin subtler tangles of backstory and memory. We feel like we're eavesdropping on therapy sessions as, in The Water Will Hold You (Harmony, $22), Lindsey Crittenden reminisces about choosing a name for the baby boy her parents adopted when she was five, how little daredevil Blake became a junkie who flunked out of rehab, robbed their folks' house repeatedly, fathered and neglected a son, and then took up tree trimming before being shot to death. In Thick as Thieves, Steve Geng might be transcribing his own twelve-step mea culpas as he eulogizes the "girl who'd watched over me since the cradle ... my hero, full of endearing contradictions -- so fragile that she seemed to go through life teetering on the brink of tears." She cut him off forever when, HIV-positive, he went back on drugs once too often.