I originally agreed to read this book for three reasons: (1) It was described as literary fiction, and I ADORE litfic; (2) I sniff out good litfic like a crazed booksnob bloodhound; and (3) one of the characters is nicknamed "Bean," which is also my daughter's nickname (although I'm not so happy about that particular coincidence now).
I went into the book with elevated expectations, given what I already knew about it and the person who had recommended it to me. I started reading with the knowledge that I was very likely going to be amused, entertained, and impressed. I had very high hopes for The Angry Woman Suite.
Even with all that, the book absolutely blew me away.
I will not be recounting the plot in this review. I do this with good reason--anything I could say would likely give something away that you're better off reading in Fullbright's exceptional prose. Believe me, although this might be frustrating now (I'm taunting you, aren't I? The book is great, I crow. I won't tell you anything about it, though--neener-neener-neener!), you'll thank me later. Fullbright treats her story, and her characters, with such a masterful touch that just about anything I could say about them would give something away that shouldn't be given away until its precise moment in the story.
Fullbright is a master story-teller. She carefully places Easter eggs throughout the story, giving you just enough information to make you keep reading, and slipping innuendo and mystery in a manner that both delights and enrages. The tale is told from the perspective of three characters--Elyse, Francis, and Aidan--and the insight they each bring to the story both clarifies and obscures (I know! Maddening!) the driving forces and the truth of the story.
Perhaps best of all (to my litero-masochistic tastes) is that the end is murky and ambiguous--what exactly is the truth? Fullbright knows, but she's not telling. Who do you trust? Who do you believe? You'll find your allegiances shifting constantly as you read, identifying (oftentimes grudgingly) with flaws and actions that you can't believe you condone, much less understand.
Every single one of her characters is fully fleshed out. They're legitimately human. They jump, unbidden, from the page. The plot, even in its sometimes unbelievable, seemingly larger-than-life occurrences, drips with realism--you find yourself thinking, You know, I bet this has happened somewhere. However unlikely, I bet it has. Tragic heroes, heartwrenching situations, bittersweet moments, thwarted and misguided love--it's all there. All of it, in the gruesome, human, too-real world that Fullbright poignantly draws with her wordsmith's quill.
My only complaint? I wish the cover were different. I know what it represents, and I understand its significance, but I don't think it does the book justice. Had I seen it on a bookstore shelf, I wouldn't have picked it up, simply based on the cover (old adages about being a judgy booksnob be damned). I think the story deserves a more Jonathan Safran Foer treatment in its cover--more cryptic, starker, of a higher contrast. Much like the tale itself. (ETA: The cover, since I wrote my original review, has been revised--and this new, darker cover with the creepy mansion on it is PERFECT. Just PERFECT for the book.)
Despite my single reservation, though, I would heartily recommend The Angry Woman Suite to anyone, litfic aficionado or not, who wants to be wrapped up so tightly in a story that they forget to stop reading. You might even forget to eat. And sleep. It's THAT good.