In the months preceding its publication, Jean Hanff Korelitzâ€™s Admission received more than its share of tabloid-style hype, all of which focused on, letâ€™s say, the nonfiction aspect of the novel: the glimpse Korelitz offers of the Ivy League admissions process, a subject of rabid fascination for the American middle class.
In fact, while the novel is very much about that process — it follows a Princeton admissions officer through one application season — itâ€™s really a sort of latter-day Victorian novel, a thick, satisfying page-turner in the vein of Eliot or perhaps Hardy, with a lovely, maddening heroine at its center. That heroine, 38-year-old Portia Nathan — the admissions officer in question — finds her carefully constructed life begins to unravel during the very months when she must read through thousands of undergraduate essays.
Portia is Jewish, but her ethnicity (for she is deeply secular and somewhat self-consciously assimilated) doesnâ€™t truly come into play until the novelâ€™s third section, a flashback to her college years at Dartmouth, when she finds herself slightly alienated from her prep school peers. Raised by a radical feminist mother in Northampton, Portia isnâ€™t quite your typical Dartmouth student, and at first she falls in with the campusâ€™ tiny Bohemian fringe. The group is led by Rebecca Marrow, â€œa flower of Ashkenazi frizz in a sea of limp WASP coiffure,â€ who runs a salon of sorts in her cinderblock dorm room, serving smoked salmon and French wine to the poets and actors and other refugees from the Greek scene.
But Portia has, perversely, been nursing a crush on Tom Stadley, a handsome jock and (of course) member of the schoolâ€™s most conservative fraternity, whose mother is rumored to be a rabid anti-Semiteâ€”and who himself, according to Rebecca, has a â€œthing for Jewish girls.â€ Midway through their sophomore year, Tom turns his attention to Portia, asking her at the start of their courtship, â€œYouâ€™re Jewish, right?â€ Recalling Rebeccaâ€™s offhand comment about Tomâ€™s romantic inclinations, lovesick Portia knows that she should simply answer â€˜yes,â€™ for this is, strictly speaking, the truth.
And yet she pauses, â€œturning [the] question in her addled brain,â€ thinking over the varying ways in which she could answers, the various truths available to her: that she is an atheist, that she cannot speak Hebrew, that she never knew her father and he actually might not be or have been Jewish. â€œHer religious upbringing was limited to the brass menorah Susannah had produced one year when she was small, lit two nights running and abandonedâ€¦on the mantelpiece, and also to Susannahâ€™s brief flirtation with feminist seders.â€¦.â€
Her musings, in short, perfectly define the peculiar situation of the secular American Jew, complete with her slight discomfortâ€”a discomfort she canâ€™t quite articulateâ€”that in answering â€œyes,â€ as she finally does, sheâ€™s somehow admitting to a whole host of stereotypes and clichÃ©s, somehow turning herself into an object. And yet this, for the moment, is what she wantsâ€”to be the object of Tomâ€™s affection, no matter if heâ€™s drawn to her because of misplaced ideas about sensual, passionate Jewesses.
Pronounced: AHSH-ken-AH-zee, Origin: Hebrew, Jews of Central and Eastern European origin.
Pronounced: muh-NOHR-uh, Origin: Hebrew, a lamp or candelabra, often used to refer to the Hanukkah menorah, or Hanukkiah.