Harriet Scott Chessman's acclaimed novels include The Beauty of Ordinary Things, Lydia Cassatt Reading the Morning Paper, Someone Not Really Her Mother, The Lost Sketchbook of Edgar Degas and Ohio Angels. Her fiction has been translated into eight languages, and featured in The New York Times, The San Francisco Chronicle, NPR’s All Things Considered, and Good Morning America.
She has also created the librettos for two operas, "My Lai" and "Sycorax."
There's beauty to be found, even in the saddest places...
Harriet Scott Chessman makes every word precious. She takes her time. Tenderly, she unearths life's glinting joys and buried sorrows. In this novel, Chessman has created something as intricately lovely as a painting. There's such poignant simplicity to everything she does.
Harriet Scott Chessman writes about two now-grown former childhood friends from an Ohio college town. Hallie, a New York artist, returns home when her mother, who suffers from depression, experiences a dangerously “low” period. While there, Hallie reconnects with Rose, whose life has taken a very different path from her own. Rose has remained in the town and is about to give birth to her third child. Hallie, who has suffered repeated miscarriages, would appear to have little in common with her old, small-town friend, and yet all these years later, each woman gains strength and renewed purpose from the other. Beautifully written with vibrant descriptions and a strong sense of place, the novel paints a moving portrait of two divergent, yet inexorably connected lives.
It took me forever to read this short book. I just couldn't get in to it. The story was depressing and soooo many details. I like description when it adds to the story but not for the sake of filler. I give it 2 stars because when there was dialog, it was decent.
A tiresome read about characters with "issues"...though nothing ever really happens. Although, one of the characters stays in bed for quite some time. Just made me want to stay in bed, too. (Rather than read it.)
I know her style is maybe too associative/elliptical for some, but I cannot get enough of this writer. She tells her stories her way, linking together language and thoughts like a poet, and I for one am hooked. More please.