As the world continues to turn on its axis, human behaviour rebounds & reshapes, presenting its quirks in fresh wrapping paper, once a forgotten beauty of celebrations past. Is it surprising that individuals host a slew of misunderstandings? Is it shocking that a person is self-serving to the extent of isolating perspectives that are different from theirs? This novel presents readers with the tedium of the familiar, nestling a story within a story about the unequivocal bore of human life. Yet, what if the days of our lives are fulfilling because they constitute that which brings us joy & that which challenges our joy? I wonder whether anyone is supposed to care.
Every time I read a book by Austin, I find myself questioning my motives. Her novels are hardly material I would be accused of reading, & yet, I wander through the virtual aisles as my eyes seek out the colourful cover art of her books. There is something familiar about Austin’s novels. Her characters may easily be accused of having a familial reassembles to each other. Never do her novels necessarily deviate from the quirky, overly emotional, politically leftist perspective. Her characters are chronically online, somewhat detached, jokesters whose humour is hardly funny to the masses, but the people they surround themselves with look beyond the catch phrases & deflections. One may be left wondering whether these descriptors are meant to reveal something negative or positive about the characters, but it is not.
Simply put, should a reader be interested in delving into Austin’s roster of novels, they will have their freedom to choose any plot, but should keep in mind that the one they select will not categorically differ from those they have yet to read.
In some way, Austin’s books are pure creations from her own imagination; her worldbuilding is authentic to what she knows, or at least, it does seem this way. The familiar Canadian setting, for one, welcomes readers into the neighbourhood where the author pens her plots. Other aspects of her stories I would not allow myself the authority to assume are familiar issues for her. Readers who do find themselves written on the pages of her books may feel more at ease with stating authenticity in representation.
One arrives at the newest in the Austin line of novels exploring the reality of an individual who lives with deep emotional rivers flowing through their mind & soul. In essence, this is a story about trust. Darcy is an adult woman who is married, works at a library, & is grieving the loss of her former partner. The story opens with Darcy explaining her day; the reader is made aware that Darcy was on extended leave from work due to health-related issues, which one later learns to be mental strain. Darcy’s return to work coincides with a man watching pornography in the library. Another patron becomes angry that the video is allowed to be played in the library & so ensues a back-and-forth struggle between the alt-right & alt-left, or so it appears.
As I mentioned earlier, each of the characters in Austin’s books mirrors the others. They hold very politically left-leaning views; however, they are not combative about the dynamics of these perspectives. Indeed, as I worked my way through the story, I found myself understanding why Darcy held certain views & on occasion noting that we felt similarly about specific things. However, I struggled to appreciate Darcy. I note the distinction between the reality of one’s views & perspectives & the person who holds them because the novel appears to want to highlight a distinction between these, too.
From this one situation, Darcy finds herself at the receiving end of harassment & questioning. All the while, she focuses her energies on trying to understand why she feels so much grief over the passing of her former partner, who died of a brain aneurysm. It was difficult to appreciate what Darcy was feeling. Her inability to hold her ground & be forceful when being harassed, while being consumed with revising the dynamics of her first long-term relationship, was frustrating to read.
Although I understand the dynamic at play, this struggle felt like a waste of time. Darcy is in her thirties & suddenly has a mental collapse because her former boyfriend died. Her inability to untangle her emotions was very tiring to read. It is not that I felt her feelings unwarranted, but rather that throughout the length of the novel, her dedication to being affected by the passing of someone she no longer knew, for over a decade, left her disconnected from the real world. Had she so little going on that this was the great burden she was left to carry? Had she never experienced loss or confusion before?
These sentiments appear rather crass, & I note that a reader with more liberally donated empathy may not struggle to appreciate Darcy’s wallowing issues as I did. However, Darcy is categorically unable to come to terms with the death of her ex-boyfriend. She was sad & sorrowed & totally incapacitated by grief. Why? What made her feel this way? What sent her into a mental breakdown upon learning that he had died?
It seems likely that Darcy had not properly dealt with her feelings towards the relationship she had held in her early adulthood. In some way, it seems acceptable that she would feel such sorrow over the end of an era; she would no longer be able to speak to him about how their relationship made her feel & how their relationship shaped so much of her later adulthood. However, these are not enough of a reason to lose one’s head & sculk out of life.
As I mentioned earlier, each of the characters in Austin’s books mirrors the others. They hold very politically left-leaning views; however, they are not combative about the dynamics of these perspectives. Indeed, as I worked my way through the story, I found myself understanding why Darcy held certain views & on occasion noting that we felt similarly about specific things. However, I struggled to appreciate Darcy. I note the distinction between the reality of one’s views & perspectives & the person who holds them because the novel appears to want to highlight a distinction between these, too.
From this one situation, Darcy finds herself at the receiving end of harassment & questioning. All the while, she focuses her energies on trying to understand why she feels so much grief over the passing of her former partner, who died of a brain aneurysm. It was difficult to appreciate what Darcy was feeling. Her inability to hold her ground & be forceful when being harassed, while being consumed with revising the dynamics of her first long-term relationship, was frustrating to read.
Although I understand the dynamic at play, this struggle felt like a waste of time. Darcy is in her thirties & suddenly has a mental collapse because her former boyfriend died. Her inability to untangle her emotions was very tiring to read. It is not that I felt her feelings unwarranted, but rather that throughout the length of the novel, her dedication to being affected by the passing of someone she no longer knew, for over a decade, left her disconnected from the real world. Had she so little going on that this was the great burden she was left to carry? Had she never experienced loss or confusion before?
These sentiments appear rather crass, & I note that a reader with more liberally donated empathy may not struggle to appreciate Darcy’s wallowing issues as I did. However, Darcy is categorically unable to come to terms with the death of her ex-boyfriend. She was sad & sorrowed & totally incapacitated by grief. Why? What made her feel this way? What sent her into a mental breakdown upon learning that he had died?
It seems likely that Darcy had not properly dealt with her feelings towards the relationship she had held in her early adulthood. In some way, it seems acceptable that she would feel such sorrow over the end of an era; she would no longer be able to speak to him about how their relationship made her feel & how their relationship shaped so much of her later adulthood. However, these are not enough of a reason to lose one’s head & sculk out of life.
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Juxtaposed, the library where Darcy is employed is receiving media attention for their programs. Some believe that there are Drag Queens reading storybooks to children, while others believe that no book that represents a different dynamic than that which they are familiar with should be included on the shelves. This tug-of-war is acute as it has taken place over many years & is currently broadcast across the news with many libraries across the United States experiencing mounting pressure to annex Classic literature & pivotal literary feats in an attempt to placate the illiterate. The situation as described in the book exposes a small difference; the patrons & citizens are very vocal in their disagreement when it comes to the banning of books.
Surely, it may seem appealing to believe that the minority feels any type of way, no matter which side we are on. However, perspectives, feelings, & ideologies do not exist in isolation.
Banning books, burning books, ensuring citizens are less educated, both in the traditional & unorthodox definition, is a theme of human history that has persisted over many hundreds of years. There will always be someone who believes that Harper Lee’s “To Kill a Mockingbird” (1960) is the epitome of Satanic, while there are others who praise it for its exploration of bigotry. These groups exist in symmetry to one another, often forgetting that others simply dislike the book because it’s a poorly written excuse of a novel, but on this, I digress.
What Darcy’s character fails to see is the middle ground. She exists in a world where she can take a cat home & deal with the consequences, forgetting that the animal might not want to be in her home, where she has two other cats. Darcy seems to forget the middle ground more often than not, leaving her vulnerable to extremist perspectives. Yet, one may surely agree that to ban books is bad. If one can still readily access Adolf Hitler’s “Mein Kampf” (1925), it seems reasonable to conclude that no issue should exist with the availability to access E.B. White’s “Charlotte’s Web” (1952).
What this book seems to advocate for is acquainting the reader with reality, yet it fails to remind the reader of the plenitude of possibilities & experiences that exist alongside its main character. Darcy is calm in the face of harassment & fails to take it seriously, going so far as to shrug it off when her coworker began receiving unwarranted messages.
Although Darcy is representative of a complex reality where individuals like herself exist & conveniently forget that violence is often a recourse for those who feel pinned into a corner, she advances through her experiences as though nothing much matters, even when her psyche breaks down, revealing that some things very much do matter, indeed.
Ultimately, this is a book I would recommend to people who may seek to find themselves in literature; those who may be trying to work through big feelings they do not have the freedom to explore in their day-to-day life. It seems silly to have spent this review complaining about Darcy while stating that I know her, but such is the way when one lives in the world.
Darcy’s experiences are not isolated events. Although I cannot relate to her beyond our views about the accessibility of literature & knowledge, I am aware of the goodness it brings my brain to spend time with someone who is the opposite of myself.
Readers may come to find that the issue of the book is not the struggles that Darcy undergoes. She may feel tired & sad about the loss of someone she had already said goodbye to, but she may also be feeling this way because her life has settled & she had previously never taken a moment to fully appreciate how good that could feel.
When around us the world tilts with ignorance, Darcy wanders around her house reorganizing her books & sweeping cat fur from behind the couch. Is it wrong of her to have such little responsibility when in the very world in which she lives, bombs are dropped on every tall building left in the landscape? I would not say that it is fair to blame Darcy for her feelings or her chores, nor would it be fair to blame the child who was born into a world ill-equipped to care for them.
In different & similar ways, the reader will have to decide what they think of Darcy. Was it naïve of her to want to have an honest conversation with the antagonist of the novel? Is it wrong for people to be worried about the availability of pornography in public spaces? What are the effects of choosing a side? What becomes of the middle ground when it appears that everyone is simply trying to stay afloat? I feel firmly about my opinions, as I am sure you do, too. Darcy is no such person. She may feel she knows something & is settled in this conclusion, but forgets emotions & feelings; ironically, the very driving force behind her recalibrating the life she built for herself.
Thank you to NetGalley, Atria Books, & Emily Austin for the free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!