a desolate life of plenty
Granddaughter of Polish exiles in far Russia, Rose moves to Warsaw as a young girl, but speaks with a Russian accent. She is thus separate. She falls in love with music and Michael. Music never bestows fame or fortune on her and Michael leaves her for another woman. Rose marries Adam, a schoolteacher who can never understand her. She never loves him either, but pines for "her Michael" all her life. They have three children. One son dies as a child, the youngest---a daughter---is conceived at one of the couple's few sexual moments, a moment fraught with anger and despair, tied to music. This novel is a portrait of unhappiness turned into a weapon, a tool with which Rose tyrannizes her family over the years. It is a most unpleasant portrait (though, I hasten to say, very well-written) of a woman who uses all her information and her wildly-fluctuating moods to spoil the happiness of her husband, her children, and their families. They cannot gauge her moods, they only expect caustic remarks and over-emotional responses to everything. The surviving son dotes on his mother while trying to break free at the same time. She in turn looks to him to "save" her. The message is that she can only save herself. The daughter succeeds in music, both helped and held back by her mother. It is a never-ending merry-go-round of emotion with an ending which doesn't fit with the whole tone of all that preceded it.
If you have ever seen the Danish movie "Melancholia", you will find something of that theme here. Depression is something that ruins the world of all those around it. In the movie it is compared to a planet due to crash into the Earth. In this case, dissatisfaction---feeling always a stranger---poisons Rose's soul and destroys or inhibits everyone around. THE STRANGER is a portrait of a complex, but unpleasant human being, much in the same way as Dostoevsky's "Notes from Underground" or Tanizaki's "Diary of a Mad Old Man". It is a masterful psychological study without much of a plot. The author wrote amazing pages about feelings for music, the only refuge of the caustic, unpredictable, over-protective woman who needed psychiatric help but received it too late. The author, at least in the English-speaking world, is hardly known, but should be.