Published: 2017, Penguin Random House
Genre: Fiction
Themes: Small town America, poverty, secrets
My rating (out of 5): ❤❤❤❤
Secrets.
Secrets from the past or the present. Secrets carried like a stone in a shoe, unseen but always there rubbing, rubbing and not going away.
Elizabeth Strout exposes the carefully hidden secrets kept by some apparently nice people from the rural town of Amgash, Illinois, and by the time you get to the end of this novel you will be watching your friends and neighbours wondering what they might be hiding from you. We all like to make wild assumptions about people (well that is what gossip is for, surely?) but what if all that secret stuff came tumbling out? How would they cope and how would it change them?
The secrets in this book range from heartbreaking to downright horrible and the reader is a voyeur of the unfolding events. I could almost hear my mother's voice warning me to 'Stop gawping and come along. That is not your business!' but I turned back to look anyway. Same with this book, I wanted to know how each thread turned out and thank goodness Elizabeth Strout is very good at tying off the ends.
We re-visit Lucy Barton from Strout's earlier novel, My Name is Lucy Barton and this story works even if you have not read the earlier book. You need to keep your eye on the ball as the story moves from chapter to chapter otherwise you won't remember how all the characters are linked through their varying degrees of separation. Each person's story is quite engaging but I felt the novel didn't build in quite the same way as Lucy Barton or Amy and Isabelle, which was Strout's debut novel. Just I was settling into one story-line we were off to the next person.
However, you are always on firm ground with Strout and the quality of writing carries this book forward but the ending felt a little contrived. It's the sort of book that could easily go on for ever, so the only way to close it down is to throw one of the characters a metaphorical bomb where anything written afterwards would be too much of an anti-climax.
Good stuff though and well worth reading.
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