This is my first solo review this year (I had some mini-reviews) and it’s already May. Eek!
The sporadic writing doesn’t mean I haven’t read some fantastic books, it’s just that my consistent blog writing mojo has been compromised for many months.
Anyway, I simply loved this story about the end of a marriage. That sounds disturbing on my part, but I have always been interested in stories about relationships. What I loved about this one was the way in which it was told. The narrating wife isn’t named but her haunting voice, candid reflections and introspect kept me glued to the story. It’s not a mystery as classic mysteries would go, but more of a psychological meditation. So many of the wife’s thoughts on marriage, relationships, love, lust, identity and partnership perked up my ears.
“What I am talking about are the natural failures of a relationship, even one for a time had been very good. In the end, what is a relationship but two people and between two people there will always be room for surprises and misapprehensions. Things that cannot be explained. Perhaps another way of putting it is that between two people, there will always be failures of imagination.”
I’m surprised at how low the ratings are for this novel (2-3 stars!), but it might have to do with the style in which it was written. It might have put me off as well, had I started off with the print version. It’s written in first person, uses no quotation marks, and isn’t as “thrilling” as advertised. I listened to this mostly via audio and the poignant thoughts made me want to read the printed words, so I got a copy from the library. I still liked it. And it will most likely end up on my favorites list this year.