Largely stories of family and unspoken secrets, a familiar combination. Not all of the stories are memorable, but the best of them are terrific. For the most part, it's a bookended collection, with the better stories at the opening and the close.
They are -
After the Funeral
A newly bereaved mum and her two daughters are let down by the men in their lives again and again. It is no wonder they cling together, the hell with what their rotten relatives (all on the late husband's side) say behind their backs. Softly, decisively told - the tone reminded me of a Richard Yates story - there's not one false step, as their world slowly spins into focus. A sad, glimmering gem of a short story.
Dido's Lament.
The underground at rush hour, bedlam. A woman is suddenly smashed into by a passer by, sending her flying. She is so infuriated that despite a twisted ankle from her fall, she barrels her way through the crowd to confront the man who pushed her, only to find that it's somebody she once knew very well. The construction of this piece is like an origami object, each fold opening to reveal another layer. Hadley drops shadowed, casual clues to who these people really are right from the start: one seemingly strong, badly injured victim, and a man who knocked her over and kept on going.
My Mother's Wedding
Oh, I loved this. A 17 year-old girl is somewhat irritatedly preparing for her hippie mother's 3rd (3rd? 4th?) wedding. The new fiancé, Patrick, is 26 - closer to the daughter's age than her mother's - and she says of him,
"I loved talking with someone who had read things in books, instead of having experiences."
She has grown up on a farm amongst a large group of Experience Having adults who specialize in swapping partners and fermented, wildly intoxicating home brewing.
The end of this story arrives suddenly, a lightning bolt of shock and understanding! Like a horse trampling in full speed amidst a floor of drunk, stoned dancers, its rider shouting into the air, "See? See? See?"
Funny Little Snake
I'd read this in the New Yorker before and never forgotten it, the memory sticking like a cloudy bad dream, dirty hallways, a house you want out of.
A woman in a sad marriage to a brittle man, comes to see, horrifyingly close up, his awful first wife, and the heartbreaking, funny little snake that is the mistreated child those 2 created and essentially pushed off.
This might be the story of a rescue, but the very end lands on an uncertain step. God, this story, it is so painful and so good.
Coda
(a long story, almost a novella)
A lonely, staid older daughter moves in with her once glamorous 83 year old mum during Covid, and becomes obsessed with watching the hired nurse helping their next door neighbour. I liked this, but could have done without the Madame Bovary references, which only served to bog down the story rather than elevate the daughter's creeping dissatisfaction with her circumstances. Still, the story captures how small life became during the early period of Covid, vision tunneling inward. To be stuck with your one aged, unwell parent, her next door neighbour also declining, not surprising a fascination would form with the person playing your role one house over, all of you living in something like a sudden desert that rolls forward, no end in sight.