I really enjoyed this novel. I liked the main character, Therese, and felt quite invested in her situation. Married for more than thirty years to a much older wealthy man, everything begins to unravel for Therese when her husband’s latest development sets off a chain of allegations and subsequent investigations into his business conduct which results in directly threatening the image and viability of her own business.
“I couldn’t shake to feeling that with the contributions to scholarship funds and marine sanctuaries and so on we were somehow trying to buy something, or clear a debt that could never be paid.”
I didn’t much like Trevor, to be honest. He was, to me, definitive of an older wealthy white man who thinks he is untouchable, right down to the point where he isn’t, yet still manages to shrug and find somebody else to blame. His adult children were also entitled brats, being propped up by their parent’s wealth, yet feeling hard done by because their trust fund was under threat and their parents got divorced a very long time ago which was still evidentially causing them trauma – sure, cry me a river. Caroline, the daughter who lived closest to Trevor and Therese, irritated me the most. She treated Therese with contempt yet felt so assured of her right to do so, taking advantage of Therese with babysitting favours.
“It seemed to me that minding about being middle-class was only something you felt if you’d always been that way. I never minded.”
When everything begins to implode, Therese finds herself questioning who she is now, in comparison to who she was when she first met Trevor. She gets caught up with a neighbour, Claire, who is having her own existential crisis. I’m going to be honest here, Claire’s ‘crisis’ was nothing more than an over entitled bit of middle/upper class wankery rot. Her crisis involved giving away all of her things, covering her mirrors and letting herself go, building a stage inside the middle of her living room and getting drunk and/or high and dancing on said stage with a bunch of young randoms and Therese. She was also a mean bitch. One of those women who say whatever they want and then mock apologise about their lack of filter. Her crisis ended pretty quickly once her adult daughter decided she needed her again.
For Therese though, her crisis was of a different sort, a full analysis of her life. She didn’t deserve the contempt and judgement thrown at her by Trevor’s adult children and ex-wife. She also didn’t deserve the disrespect of Trevor’s dishonesty. She was, for me, above them all, morally and practically. She was better than Claire’s antics as well, but as sometimes happens in life, you meet the wrong people at a pivotal time, they tip you upside down for a bit but in the end, you’re better for the chaos. I feel that’s what happened with Therese and Claire.
This was a very enjoyable read for me. The pace was good, the character development great. It was set in Wellington, which is one of my favourite New Zealand cities. Windy Wellington. I’ve only ever been there in the Winter, twice now, and much of this was set over the summer, but I felt the place strongly, and there were other locations visited and mentioned that I’d also been to. I love New Zealand and it was nice to read a novel set in another country and still find the familiar in it.
Highly recommended. Book two of #AYearofNZLit.