Elegantly crafted with a brilliant and timely premise, With Regrets throws the cracks in the facade of suburbia's elite into relief through a disaster of potentially apocalyptic proportions. Playing on the claustrophobia, forced proximity and upending of normalcy with which we have all become well acquainted, With Regrets dials the familiar up to the extreme. With the near entirety of the novel taking place over approximately twelve hours, our cast of soiree attendees (of varying willingness) have this trauma quite literally compressed and compacted as they're locked in a cellar with rapidly decreasing contact with the outside world.
This is a novel about a world-shattering catastrophe. This is novel about women. Delightfully executed, With Regrets examines the complexity of relationships, worldviews, priorities, ethics, morality, and, perhaps most significantly, identity — it asks, as many have asked themselves in their own recent uncertain times, who are you in a crisis? Who are we when the need for pretense crumbles, if it does? What is living to you? What is your life worth to you? It preys on what some part of us has always thought of and feared. What if, when the end comes, we're away from home? What if we can't reach our loved ones? What if we're staring down our final moments among strangers, friends you can't stand, enemies who you tolerate by necessity, cut off from what matters most?
It's an original and stunning reimagining of the classic stranded dinner party gone wrong. It should not, perhaps, work as well as it does; as one of our protagonists does not hesitate to point out, this is, perhaps, the least relatable and accessible demographic to follow into their wine cellar (see the existence of a wine cellar with room enough for a party to take shelter). But the fact that these characters are, in many respects, terrible, makes it all the more enjoyable to observe them in their dead-end labyrinth. It makes it more startling and rewarding when, inevitably, the human in them is forced to show itself. I did not to be emotional by the end, but there you have it; the poignancy of the moment that precedes the climax and breaks the suffocation of the cellar-confined setting is remarkable.
A cathartic and gorgeous read. I flew through it in a day. No, it isn't perfect; yes, the creeping, beautifully and grotesquely rendered atmosphere is a bit compromised by what we shall call and unexpected detour in the name of avoiding spoilers, but yes, even this absurdity ultimately works. Of course it's absurd; their world is, our characters know as well as anyone by this time, very absurd. With Regrets is an expectedly delightful ride that was an unexpectedly deeply moving standout.