I just can't give any stars for this title. While the author hit upon many historic moments in time... none of the characters, in my opinion, were part of the history being discussed. They were not really a part of the time periods even though they were living in the moments. The biggest movement was the hippie/Vietnam era and even that was downplayed as characters just moved leisurely through the pages. Even the racism, as awful as it was to hear Dorothy say the N word, it was just that... her trash talk of the coloreds. The book is depicted in Tennessee, a southern state that very much was for segregation within schools let alone all the other areas such as water fountains.
The characters fell flat, didn't interact very well with each other thus each chapter was stilted... as we moved from one storyline to the next. This book shouldn't have been written as individuals telling a story. Each chapter should have grown with time and introduced the characters and possibly been a longer book. The death at the beginning should have had more meaning as the title progressed. The title doesn't fit the contents.
The statement before the death, how the rape would look, how the victim would not be believed, how the intruder would not be charged because who he was and who his parent's were on the social status... That, of course, is a timeless situation... as we are a nation facing abuse still and are trying to squash it, no matter who you are in 2018. This gave me pause to think, as did the sudden crib death and the depth of depression and grief. But none of the characters made me care or see them as real people dealing with these subjects.
The characters were self absorb, uncaring, dysfunctional, lost souls... Dorothy wanted love, and thought status through her husband, his store, her bridge club, her house and her son would bring the love she longed for from her mother, Her mother couldn't give the love to the oldest whether the almost rape incident caused it, the colicky baby or the era of the depression. It's unclear where the mother and child lost touch with each other in the six years they had together before the second child was born and the maid was hired. The author jumps ahead that far in time with no real explanations. One dimensional views of each person with faults, but no causes for the faults. These three women go forward causing pain in their offspring's lives with no clear motivation to the reader how they will continue living or why we would care to see the rest of their lives. The drama was mundane, their daily lives moved at a snail's pace even though months and years rolled by. One minute Violet is a baby and the next chapter or two she is 12 or 13.
Violet , Bitsy and Mack were the real victims and yet they were minor characters floating in the background. The glooming abyss.