I have been reading many wonderful reviews written by friends over the course of this year with a twinge of envy. I have been in a bit of a reading slump this year… starting but never finishing newly released books which seemed so promising but turned out to be uninspiring to me. On the positive side, I have taken the opportunity to re-read some old favorites by some authors that I particularly enjoy. That is the case with 'The Obituary Writer' written by Ann Hood. I listened to this book and the narration was performed by Tavia Gilbert.
'The Obituary Writer' is the story of two women… Vivian and Claire, both strong women but separated by generations and yet connected in a very profound way.. although neither are aware of just what that connection is. The story is told alternately by Vivian and Claire and is written in such a way that it seems as if you are reading two unconnected, very different although interesting stories about the role of women in society both at the beginning of the 20th century and in the 1960s.
Vivian Lowe's story begins in 1906 on the day of the Great San Francisco Earthquake. This is the day that Vivian experiences the biggest loss of her life. On the morning of the quake, Vivian's married lover, David, leaves her home for work and she never sees his again. So many people are lost and never found. David is among those people, but Vivian is never quite able to give up hope that he may have somehow survived… and she spends many years of her life chasing any leads which come her way , hoping against hope that one of these leads may take her to David. In the years that follow, Vivian uses her grief and sadness to help others. As she finally realized, "Grief is not neat and orderly; it does not follow any rules. Time does not heal it, Rather time insists on passing and as it does, grief changes but does not go away." Knowing just how grief and sorrow feel, Vivian becomes a writer of obituaries… very personalized obituaries. She meets with loved ones of the deceased and using her extraordinary intuition and empathy to elicit details about their loved ones, she constructs beautifully worded portraits of the dead. Vivian's gift becomes sought after by people from miles around. Vivian takes her own grief and turns it into something which becomes comforting for the sorrowful. But all the while, Vivian can't seem to let go of the shred of hope she clings to that David, her OWN loved one, is somehow still alive…. years after the earthquake. Vivian continues to hold onto this hope and consequently, she continues to grow older, cutting herself off from the possibility of new love and a new life.
While we are becoming acquainted with the young Vivian at the turn of the 20th century, we are simultaneously being introduced to Claire…. a young wife with a baby girl in 1960. Claire fills her days with household chores, caring for her daughter and creating a household which will be pleasing and soothing to her husband when he arrives home from work at the end of the day. Claire is taken with.. or perhaps the better word to use is OBSESSED with… Jacqueline Kennedy. She is enamored of her glamor and grace and spends much of her day fantasizing and wondering about Jackie and how she fills HER days and what she will wear to her husbands Inauguration. Claire is unhappy and unfulfilled. Eventually, she becomes involved in an affair with another man and becomes pregnant, fearfully suspecting that the baby she is carrying is not her husband's child.
Through these alternating stories, we become aware that both Vivian and Claire.. women from two very different time periods, are at crossroads in their lives, Although Vivian has been desperately trying to hold onto hope that maybe she will find David alive, she can't help but realize and acknowledge that she has most likely squandered the opportunities in her life to move on, fall in love and have a family of her own. Vivian was feeling full of regrets. And Claire… well, Claire was struggling with her own regrets and frustrations over what was expected of her in her roles as wife and mother.Although she loved her daughter and her unborn child, she wasn't at all certain she loved her husband. She longed for someone who valued her and who was interested in her opinions and what she had to say… things her husband just didn't seem to do.
The moving stories of Vivian and Claire captured me and pulled me in and as I listened, I became part of their lives, their hopes, their dreams. Finally, there is a point in the story in which I became aware of what the connection between these two women was and although I suspected this connection earlier on, I could not help but realize that the bond between these women was profound and incredibly healing for both of them.
I have to admit that as much as I loved the stories of Vivian and Claire, I WAS a bit baffled by the ending of the book. It was too ambiguous. Although this is a re-reading for me, I am still doubtful I really know how the story ends. Although that makes me feel a bit let down, it did not keep me from admiring these two women and even recognizing a bit of myself in the beautiful words of their stories.