As The Red House begins, we meet Laura, a 42 year old woman, who has acted on an impulse, an impulse building since she was 12 years old, and traveled to Italy. Thirty years earlier, her mother, Viola, disappeared from her home, leaving Laura, her younger daughter, and her husband behind. They never heard from their wife and mother again. In The Red House, Mary Morris has created a novel that moves back and forth in time, tracing Viola’s life as a child in wartime Italy, Laura’s experience as Viola’s daughter for twelve years and then her motherless years, then her search in Italy for evidence of Viola’s life and family and any clues about her disappearance.
Viola had always professed to having no family and never discussed her life during the war so Laura’s trip to Italy is a desperate move to go to the place where her parents met after the war, where she was born and lived for the first few years of her life. Her primary focus-to find the red house, the seemingly obsessive subject of so many of her mother’s paintings. To do this, she must fight the demons of her memory and learn of the nature of World War II in Italy. There is much to learn and surprises ahead. None of it is easy.
While this is an interesting story with a very different look at WWII and the carryover of damage over generations, I found the structure of the story slowed my reading down. There are major portions of the book devoted to each time and the mother/daughter duo, but there are also frequent time/narrator changes chapter to chapter within each section. I did not find it confusing but I simply found it slowed me down. I am glad that I read this book as it has an unusual look at the post war family, at least a look with complexities over time and generations that I have never read before.
Rating 3.5* rounded to 3.
Thank you to the publisher and NetGalley for an eARC of this book.