4.5★s
Very, Very Lucky is the sixteenth stand-alone novel by award-winning, best-selling British author, Amanda Prowse. After the funeral for Mary, his wife of sixty-two wonderful years, Thurston Brancher begins making preparations. He gets his solicitor to draft a new will; he subtly sounds out his niece to care for his Jack Russell, Rhubarb; the phone will be cut off just before Christmas; and he considers methods, deciding that a strong rope over a beam in the barn will be the best. Because, in his eighties, life without Mary isn’t worth living.
Emma Fountain’s life is full. She has a widowed, still-grieving, disabled mother with a talent for criticism, bigotry and what seems like passive aggression, a teenaged son not coping with the social aspect of school, another son tempted by the luxuries his school-mates can afford, a hard-working husband trying to provide for them all, and a daughter wanting to showcase a normal family for her new boyfriend. Her life is mad, chaotic and hectic with not one minute to herself: the chore cycle never ends while other people’s needs take up her emotional and physical reserves.
Her part-time job at the green-grocers is actually a welcome escape from the pressure, and getting together with her best friend Rosalind is source of support, entertainment and joy in her life. But in the week from hell, she learns something very disturbing about the carer paid to look after her mother, one son’s anxiety seems to be escalating while the other has his sights set on an expensive school trip, her best friend reveals an adverse diagnosis, and her daughter brings some shocking news.
It’s in the middle of all this that Emma and Thurston, both feeling fragile, encounter one another and find an immediate rapport. They’re both a little surprised to be able to confide in each other so freely: it’s not until later that the irony of Thurston’s advice to Emma, when she confides sometimes wanting to run away, strikes him, while Emma eventually takes on board something else he says: “You can’t do everything, and you can’t fix everything. Sometimes, you need to ask for help.”
Prowse peppers her novel with wisdom and insight, and serves it up with plenty of laugh-out-loud humour: the chilli dinner and its aftermath is particularly hilarious. Prowse gives the reader some marvellous descriptive prose: “His throat was narrow, vocal cords tight, and lyrics of hope and love were no more than lies on his tongue. This another facet of his loss. Another strand to the blanket of sorrow woven in a unique way for whoever wore it” and “You look like you have words queuing up to jump off your tongue” are examples. Readers may wish to know that some of her characters are quite free with expletives, but this is a heart-warming and uplifting read.
This unbiased review is from an uncorrected proof copy provided by NetGalley and Lake Union Publishing.