I hoped Lee Smith would be another Anne Tyler and Tessa Hadley, but somehow she was less emotional and a little boring, a little strange for me. Those authors creat family relationships so intuitively you want to be part of that. Smith couldn’t do that to me.
The story is told as first person by different characters as well as by author. The narrative is a little difficult to follow, a lot of characters are introduced at first, and jumping from one person to another makes the story a little confusing.
Smith is quite thorough with her characters, showing in full contrast with one another. However, I had no empathy or any positive emotion towards any of characters. However genuine, however imperfectly perfect the relationships are, they seem artificial to me.
The plot was interesting, mysterious. The prose is beautiful, Smith is a good storyteller, but sometimes looses the trail of thought, not connecting the transitions.
I am glad I read this and will definitely read more of this author, maybe the timing wasn’t right this time.