I do not think I have come across a portrait of marriage and family as stunning as this. This 1999-book had everything in perfect measure to make for one of the most entertaining stories on marriage I have read. Mind you, I already love Comyns's stupendous novel this year of the same nature that I read 2 months ago but what this Irish writer does is something excellent. Dick and Lily are in their 70s with a daughter who's 40 and unmarried. Lily has lived her life being the docile, bowed-down wife all her life which she sees her daughter resist with every force she can muster. Dick has imposed himself on Lily in ways she doesn't have the consciousness to resent but simply see it as love and life in the institution of marriage. Now, Dick is losing his mind. He is doling out money to strangers thinking of it as some grand investment plan. He is ready with a gun because he knows a stranger is hiding under his bed. Lily becomes the subject of his fiery impulses until Ruth, their daughter notices this and realises he needs to be moved to psychiatric care. When I came across Boylan, I thought I'd give one try to her and see if it works since I have barely seen her in anyone's domestic-literary-fiction list. But goodness! I have been made a fan. Not once did I want to put this book down. Boylan wrote so convincingly that I found myself feeling one with the family without the years, race, and continents separating us. It was one of those books where I found myself veering toward a sadistic reader. Boylan was smart with her technique. She wanted the reader to feel pleasure watching the fall of a character. A slow yet gradual descent that almost made me question how we think of men tuned by patriarchy themselves and how it eventually paves their way to a collapse. Simultaneously, the story was pulling me on the other end of the spectrum watching Lily rationalise her love and life with Dick despite his flaws. The word feminism is strong in the novel but not once in a way that could make this a feminist manifesto of marriage and how you could better it. Rather, Boylan was simply concerned with showing what it is to be in such a setup and how did the problem really work. It did not engage in seeking solutions because life, more often than not, has not been that for married women who have gone through life seeing things the way their husbands do. I thought a lot about Munro and her marriage while reading this. That Munro was Lily for all said and done. As much as what Munro did was unforgivable to her daughter, her choices did not have to have correspond with what she performed in her works. Munro's choice to protect her husband echoed Lily's steadfast attitude toward Dick in seeing him as the only man who truly understood her; even if that came as a case against their daughters! It's strange to imagine what that feels like at a distance and from where we see it at present but for women embroiled in such exercise of their agency, it's next to impossible to show tell them why their agency could do more harm than good. Feminist rally with this internalised notion of patriarchy. They have fought against it tooth and nail but the question remains: to what extent is such critique on a woman's agency viable? What kind of woman does it serve? How do we then rework the idea of feminism when it is caught in such variegated loopholes? Goodness, I have digressed too far from the novel but these are some thoughts that occupied me. The question this book eventually raises (to me) is: Who is the beloved stranger in a family? The detestable father and husband? The wronged wife? The wrong mother? The unpardonable woman? Or the marriage? Please read this book! I am going to read all of Boylan's novel.