I am struggling writing this review. In the past I have LOVED Wally Lamb's books so much, that I was just so excited to hear that he had a new book coming out.
Then, reading the dust jacket, the hairs on my arms stood up. The book would be about a woman after 27 years of marriage, who leaves her family to marry her art dealer, a woman. I was so excited to read THAT story and about her family adjusting to their mother coming out as a lesbian in her 50's??? Knowing Wally Lamb and the way he writes women so well, I couldn't WAIT to get into this woman's head and hear her story. I wanted to hear WHY. I wanted to hear if she was running away from something, or whether she was running TOWARD something, or whether it was about her finally just being true to herself. I was also excited to hear how her family would deal with this, and how they would assimilate this new information about their mother and what the family dynamics would be. I couldn't wait!
I put it on hold at the library, and the weirdest thing happened that's never happened to me before. A warning popped up on the screen, warning me that if I placed this book on hold, it would be held in a PUBLIC part of the library, where anyone could see my name on the book. Now, I live in Salt Lake City area, so I rolled my eyes to myself and just chalked it up to the fact that I live in a predominantly religious area that tends to be overly zealous in some ways. Surely there are a lot of books that now have gay or lesbian characters in them! If a tenth of the population is LGBT, that's a pretty BIG minority, and most people will have to admit that someone they know or love is gay. So why a warning on this book???
Finally it came in, and I nearly danced home from the library to devour it with pleasure... but I never found much pleasure here, sadly. It's not at all what the book jacket promised. I mean, what's there is all true, but that's not what the book is about. At. All.
At 550+ pages, it's a sprawling generational epic story (which reminded me a little of Pat Conroy's meandering generational novels) that start each chapter with the person's name who we'll be in the stream-of-consciousness mind of, a la William Falkner's "As I Lay Dying")that covers just about everything but the kitchen sink. Or maybe the kitchen sink is in there too! There's child neglect, physical abuse, alcoholism, pedophilia, child abuse, incest, racism, the Ku Klux Klan, murder (multiple violent murders) crime, drugs, workplace scandal, prostitution turned violently wrong, tragedy during natural disasters, theft, ghosts, debilitating physical injury, fundamental Christian nonsense, guilt, shame, and hidden secrets that end up affecting generations, and lots more, believe it or not! The lesbian wedding is just the time when part of this story takes place. It's really not what the book is about at all. In fact we never do understand why Annie has left her husband, or why she wants to align her life with Viveca's. I don't even believe their love! In fact, until close to the end of the book I don't even think there's anything redeeming about Viveca at all. Annie defies her behind her back and sometimes even tries to undermine her in some ways with the maid and seems disloyal. Where's the happiness, the love between them, the passion that should be there for a couple planning their wedding and upcoming honeymoon? We never see that side of things.
The only love story we do hear about is Annie's with her ex-husband, and that IS believable for a woman looking to escape a horrible youth and time in the foster system. In a small way, he kind of saves her, and helps her elevate her life at that point.
To say that the characters are flawed is a bit of an understatement. I just couldn't care much about any of them. I had a little more compassion for Annie once you learn the back story of her youth and everything she's been through... all the secrets that she's kept stuffed down that seep out in anger: Inappropriate anger at her son, anger cathartically released through her art. But this is really a book full of screwed up, unlikeable people. At one point, someone asked me "Are you enjoying your book? What's it about?" And I bitterly responded, "It's a book about horrible people who do horrible, awful things to each other and make a mess of their lives!" I feel like Wally Lamb tried to cram too much crime and ugliness into one novel! There were times I thought to myself, "This is where we're going?" And I would shake my head annoyed, and sometimes in disgust.
A very large portion of the book puts you in the mind of a pedophile. I think the author may have been trying to illustrate that pedophiles and abusers were once little kids who are the way they are because of abuse THEY once endured. Ok, point taken. But it's still creepy as hell reading about how they stalk and seduce vulnerable working mothers to get into the perfect situation of trust to ultimately seduce the little girls while mommy's away at work. The whole thing was so nauseating to read about in detail, how they lure them in, violate their trust, bribe them, and then molest them. It was so disturbing. And there are graphic details. Perhaps THAT was the reason for the warning at the library. Or maybe it's the graphic violence later. Maybe all of it. I don't know.
I don't think I can recommend this book to ANYONE, unless you want to try to understand how someone can become a pedophile.
I could say a lot more about this book, but maybe I'll just end with this: I am a huge proponent of personal responsibility. I know that bad things happen in the world. But I also know that we all have a choice with how we react to those bad things. Milton wrote "Two men sat behind prison bars, one saw mud, the other saw stars." I think life is exactly what we create it to be, and how we react when we're knocked down, is what ultimately defines us. I am all about creating a beautiful life for myself and my loved ones and honoring those relationships and living well, rather than being a victim that wallows in misery and lets abuse continue to affect future generations. That's ultimately what I wanted for these people, but alas, there's not enough resolution to know.