The premise of this quite simple emotional drama by writer McFarland is that although tragedy often strikes meaninglessly and quickly, the memory of it fades rather slowly, which seems to be very much in tune with the writing.
Architect Malcolm Vaughn, his wife Sarah and their young son Harry, are on their way home one night through Boston when Malcolm gets out of the car to confront an erratic driver and is then shot and killed. At the hospital, Sarah calls Deckard Jones, Malcolm’s best friend who’s a former Vietnam veteran and a recovering drug addict. The principal characters, who are all victims of this senseless act find it increasingly difficult to cope with their loss, and the author then dedicates his time to pick up the fragments of their broken lives and painstakingly glue them back together.
Sarah, who refuses to return to her job as a science instructor chooses to leave town with Harry in tow after he begins having nightmares and wetting the bed. Deckard, whom I found to be quite stereotypical, has recurring flashbacks to the war and seems to be slowly regressing, but never completely losing the plot. Although there are a lot of discussions and arguments between the main characters they seem incapable of emphasizing with each other.
While I very much appreciate the overarching content and theme of the novel, I believe one of the fundamental problems with the narrative is that I never felt any true compassion for Sarah. Although she spends a good deal of time crying and mourning her husband, her grief seems at times stilted and spurious. I was also disappointed that Harry, who is by far the most interesting character, was never really fully developed. I thought that his bleak introversion and the intriguing disturbing images in his drawings would lead to a deeper analysis, but it was fairly superficially mentioned and then quickly forgotten, like so many other things in the book.
Although it could be argued that McFarland with gentleness and affection addresses timeless issues of death and remembrance, I was not overly convinced by the somewhat strained language, superficial character development and superfluous relationships.
In saying that, I do realize that many other readers have found this book an extremely useful tool in dealing with the loss of a loved one.
Three stars is probably quite generous in the end.