Descent charts the trajectory of a woman’s life and a couple’s relationship, framed by the Lockerbie air disaster and the attack on the Twin Towers. Her work as a psychiatric nurse drives her nuts but keeps her sane, in this tragic-comedy of everyday life.
It is rare to read a book that is so generous and precise. I just admire the writing so much -- a real voice, wry, whipsmart, heartbreaking. You wouldn't think, given the premise's potential for flashy and vacuous (Hollywood is more than tangentially involved), that it would be so touching, so life-as-lived, so wise and smart and keen in its observations of motherhood, marriage, and how it is to sort reality from expectations in adult life. There are occasional gestures that aren't perfect (the signaling of time passing via world events feels a bit contrived at points), but I'm hardly going to hold that against a narrative so unstinting and compassionate about human imperfections.