It's the 1920s, and Tom Sherbourne is the new lighthouse
keeper for Janus Rock, off the eastern coast of Australiia. His wife Isabel has just suffered her third
miscarriage when a boat runs aground on their island with a dead man aboard and
an infant who is very much alive. She
persuades Tom not to report the boat or the body so that they can keep and
raise the baby. Tom, however, is wracked
with guilt, and serious trouble ensues when they find out who the baby's
parents are. There are two things that I
really did not like about this novel.
First of all, I don't quite buy it when someone like Tom, of unblemished
integrity, does something really wrong.
He's not a weak person, but the moment when the baby arrives is his
defining moment, and he makes a very stupid choice. Isabel, on the other hand, is grief-stricken
from the loss of three children and sees this baby as her gift from God. She has obviously become unhinged, and Tom
knows this. OK, she turns out to be a
very good mother, but I was very disappointed in Tom's failure to do the right
thing in a timely manner. After a few
years have passed, the charade has gone on too long and returning the baby to
her biological family is a messy proposition.
The other thing that I did not like about the plot is how it hinges on
an unlikely coincidence. The timing of
the baby's arrival, shortly after Isabel's most recent miscarriage, makes the substitution
of one baby for another all too easy to pull off. That said, morbid curiosity drove me to keep
reading, and I have to say that I rather liked the ending—not too sour and not
too sweet.
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