Call me old-fashioned, but I like for my books to be
written in a mostly narrative style, with the exception of a couple of novels (Vanessa and Her Sister and The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society) that consist primarily of letters.
I found the format of this novel to be quite off-putting, as it is
composed entirely of one snippet after another—some quotes and some musings
from an unnamed wife in Brooklyn. The
musings are often whiney, but when the wife finds that her husband has been
having an affair, perhaps there is cause to be whiney. The husband seems like a great guy, except,
of course, for his marital infidelity.
The two have a small daughter, who appears to be the primary reason that
the husband and wife make an effort at reconciliation. This isn’t just a marriage that goes through
a bad patch; it’s a marriage on the brink of destruction that may not be worth
salvaging. The beginning and ending
chapters are first-person (except for the aforementioned quotes) from the
wife’s perspective, but the middle, in which the marital strife comes to a
head, is in third person, as if the wife has distanced herself from her own
thoughts. To me, this is sort of like
imagining yourself in a movie (“she” did this or that), and I have mixed
feelings about whether this changing of person works or not. I certainly did notice and felt some relief
when the author switched back to first person, because, for one thing, there
are fewer ambiguous pronouns to decipher.
Some reviewers have said that the most well-drawn character is the
5-year-old daughter. Funny, but I can’t
remember a thing about her. Anyway, this
is another fast read, helping me pad my book count for the year.
No comments:
Post a Comment