Nostalgia (And Norovirus) Make For A Novel 'Last Cruise'
It's a rusty old bucket of a plot contrivance: throw a bunch of strangers together on a boat and roil the waters with a big storm or a white whale. But, in her latest novel, The Last Cruise, Kate Christensen demonstrates there's life yet to be found in what may appear to be the creakiest of fictional premises.
This is an entertaining and elegantly written story about social class, self-delusion and the fragility of second chances. Its title makes it sound like a thriller or the series finale of The Love Boat, but The Last Cruise is no mere lightweight literary vessel.
The Queen Isabella is a 1950s vintage ocean liner that's making one final voyage — a two-week jaunt from Los Angeles to Hawaii — before lowering anchor at the scrapyard. The company that owns the ship, Cabaret Cruise Lines, has decided to cash in big by offering a luxury cruise that evokes the spirit of 1957, when the ship was launched.
No Internet and no kids are allowed on board; instead, there are lounge singers aplenty and menus dating from the golden age of Hollandaise sauce featuring eggs Benedict and lobster Newburg. From its martinis and highballs to its faded gold wallpaper, The Queen Isabella is a floating "theater of nostalgia."
Christensen populates the liner with a passenger and crew list every bit as intoxicating as those retro cocktails: Among them are Christine Thorne, a 30-something former magazine writer now settled into a dull marriage to a Maine farmer.
Christine's been invited along by her friend Valerie, who's a tough New York journalist researching a book about "the shadowy world of hidden workers in the new global economy." Valerie is determined to descend below deck to interview room stewards, dishwashers and cooks.
One of those cooks is a Hungarian executive sous-chef named Mick Szabo. Through Mick, we get an entrée into the high pressure world of the galley, where those nightly feasts are prepared. Here's a quick descriptive taste:
The atmosphere heats up further when the workers on board — many of them from developing countries — learn that the Cabaret Cruise line plans to terminate their contracts at the end of the voyage, rather than trying to transfer them to other ships.
Soon after, a fire (that may or may not be arson) breaks out in the engine room, leaving the Queen Isabella floating dead in the water. Add to that an outbreak of norovirus, and you've got, well, I have to say it, a perfect storm of a plot in which the vertical borders between the privileged and the proletariat collapse.
Christensen is a sharp observer, not only of the layered social world of the Queen Isabella but of the shifting relationships between her characters. For instance, the tiny cabin that Christine and Valerie share strains their friendship, making Christine more alert to her friend's pretensions. When Christine asks Valerie why she didn't go undercover as a worker to research her book, like Barbara Ehrenreich did in her classic, Nickle and Dimed, Valerie responds:
Close quarters exert a different influence when Christine volunteers to help Mick cook after most of his galley crew quits in protest of their impending termination. Mick realizes with self-disgust, that even though he's smitten with Christine, he's a hesitant personality. As Mick reflects: "He wasn't capable of taking action beyond the bounds of his place in the world."
Strange to say, all the while I was reading The Last Cruise I kept thinking of Barbara Pym, another novelist who also wrote astute novels about contained worlds. Like Pym — who has been described as the most under-rated writer of the 20th century — Christensen is easy to misjudge, but, as she demonstrates in The Last Cruise she's quite capable of navigating deep waters.
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