Mrs. Ted Bliss

Jewish Book World

The last novel by the highly acclaimed author, Mrs. Ted Bliss chronicles the adjustment of its protagonist to live as a widow in a Miami condominium. Her encounters with her new neighbors, suitors, and new circumstances are depicted with humor and insight.

Booklist

One of America's most original and perceptive voices. A great critic of society, Elkin created a host of vivid and compelling characters, and his final heroine, the unflappable Mrs. Ted Bliss, may well be one of his most enduring.

Kirkus Review

A fiendish and, by end, thoroughly engrossing life study.

Vanity Fair

A dark and subtle satire on the neuroses of a Jewish widow.

Michael Dirda

Despite a stand-up comedian's timing for laughs and an authorial voice that could transmute advertising jingles, street slang and Yiddish idiom into bel canto arias of gorgeous English prose, Elkin ranks high among the most death-obsessed writers of our time, right up there with Thomas Bernhard and Samuel Beckett.
— Washington Post

Publishers Weekly (starred review)

Elkin is at his best here, blessed with the gift of one-liner insight and a definite, if reluctantly exercised ability to tug on a reader's heartstrings.

Maureen Howard

Brilliant....The energy and imagination that Elkin invests in Mrs. Bliss, the most ordinary of women in ordinary circumstances, is extraordinary.
— Los Angeles Times

Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly

The title of Elkin's latest could not be more apt: it refers to the book's main character and, with a minimum of fuss, connotes a good deal of the woman's identity, self-image and history. Dorothy Bliss, a Russian-born Jew whose mother bribed an immigration official to add three years to young Dorothy's age so she could get work on Manhattan's Lower East Side, married the butcher Ted Bliss and lived a full life in Chicago: ``She was a mother, she and Ted had married a daughter, bar mitzvahed two sons, buried one of them.'' And now she has buried a husband. When the book opens, Ted has died of cancer after their retirement to Miami, and thus begins the last stages of Mrs. Ted Bliss's life on earth, a lonely but spirited, comic existence in a condominium overlooking Biscayne Bay. Elkin George Mills is at his best here, blessed with the gift of one-liner insight and a definite, if reluctantly exercised, ability to tug on a reader's heartstrings. His Dorothy Bliss is an unreflective woman wholly mundane in her ways, and therefore an outrageous subject for a novel: she likes cards, food-``Supper, coffee, dessert. Cooking.''-and television. ``What she remembered of being a kid,'' observes the narrator, ``was what she remembered of being an adult: her family.'' And the family is as ordinary as they come, replete with the kind of dramas that fill lives commonly enough, but seldom live in books. If T.S. Eliot saw a modern alienation being measured out in coffee spoons, Elkin's Mrs. Ted Bliss measures hers out in perceived slights and jai alai tickets. This is not to say there is not at least the threat of exoticism in Dorothy's waning years-her condo neighbors are a colorful lot, including some shady South American gents. But as they age, they seem as defanged as Dorothy is resigned to the dimming light of her world. In the end, it is the trenchant quips about the way of all flesh, and memory, that will give Dorothy Bliss a life after death: ``The same thing that gives us wisdom gives us plaque,'' she observes. Countless retirees in America-Jewish and otherwise-will recognize themselves and people they know in Dorothy Bliss. But finding her in a novel-Who would have thought? 1500 signed copies of limited edition as ABA giveaways; author tour. Sept.

Library Journal

After her husband's death, Dorothy Bliss stays on alone in The Towers, their Miami Beach retirement condo. Everyone continues to address her as Mrs. Ted Bliss, as if she had no identity of her own. But Dorothy adapts quickly to change, and soon she is on The Towers's A-list, hobnobbing with "Tommy Overeasy," an elegant South American drug lord, and the building's chief engineer, a Yiddish-speaking Aztec. By the time Hurricane Andrew bears down on southern Florida, a fully self-sufficient Mrs. Bliss simply barricades herself inside and rides out the storm. Elkin has a highly developed sense of the absurd and a wonderful ear for spoken language. Multicultural Miami Beach provides him with plenty of comic material. However, as in his heartbreaking Magic Kingdom (LJ 4/15/85), death is such a strong presence that the comedy comes across as gallows humor. Still, Elkin's many fans will be waiting for this posthumously published final novel. For larger fiction collections.Edward B. St. John, Loyola Law Sch. Lib., Los Angeles