Gentle, perceptive, beautifully written and hugely evocative, this was a lovely study of the relationship between mother and daughter across four generations.
Set largely in the west coast of Ireland, Ali and her daughter Grace have taken on the family pub, one of those places where the pub forms the front of the house and the family live out back and on top, as a result of which the pub and its customers dictate the pace of their lives. Ali has a history of drug abuse and has led a nomadic life until taking on the place after her grandmother Agnes, a true Irish matriarch, dies. But things aren't going well. Ali and Grace are rake thin and unhappy, Ali's partner, Grace's father, is suffering from a mysterious ailment, and a beautiful but threatening stranger, Adam, has moved in to the field at the bottom of the garden.
Nell, Ali's mother, has not been home since she left aged 16 and pregnant. The many reasons why, which have their root in one tragic event, are revealed slowly, as this lyrical tale unfolds and Nell works her way through the 'memory stones' which Agness collected to mark her happiest moments. Back in Paris, where Nell has made her home, her long-time lover Henri is going through his own personal crisis, and the tension of whether or not Nell and Henri will resolve their differences adds another layer to the narrative.
Not a lot happens. This is a book about the complexity of relationships that doesn't make the mistake of widespread resolution and redemption. There are some things left up in the air. Some things are finally laid to rest. And some are severed violently but not necessarily finally. I thought this was a lovely, lovely book, the kind that stays with you for ages after and makes you wonder what if, and how, and why. If there was a sequel I would devour it.