I purchased EVERYTHING MUST GO awhile ago and finally picked it off my bookshelves to read it. I couldn't remember why I originally purchased it, because it started out pretty darn boring. It was filled with insignificant details and descriptions that weren't going anywhere. In fact, for several chapters at the beginning of EVERYTHING MUST GO, I really didn't like it. First, there seemed to be a lot of grammar mistakes (at least for a published novel), or maybe it was just very poor editing. At any rate, I expect published books to have gone through the scrutiny of many editors and proofreaders, and apparently, this one didn't.
Furthermore, the book seemed to be a bit disjointed. The scenes flashed back and forth in time without much rhyme or reason. And then there was the overuse of heavy descriptions of the most mundane events and circumstances.
With all that said, I ended up enjoying EVERYTHING MUST GO. Why, you ask? Because I began to realize that the novel was purposely written with description overload about mundane circumstances because, Henry, the main character, has nothing going on in his life. He's barely living, so everything to him -- even the tiniest detail -- is all he really thinks about.
Mr. and Mrs. Powell lived in Smalltown, USA. They had three sons: Brad (the oldest), Henry (the middle child), and David (the baby). Brad was rebellious and belligerent. He picked on Henry, who became a football star in school. David died when he was young due to an accident involving Henry. Ever since then, Henry has been looked down upon by his parents, who begin their slow descent into an existence of just going through the motions. Henry eventually "gets out" and goes to college on a football scholarship, only to see it abruptly end when he's called upon by his father to return home to take care of his mentally ill, alcohol and prescription painkiller-addicted mother. He does so only out of guilt, always blaming himself for David's death because that's how his parents made him feel. Brad, on the other hand, escapes and is never heard from again.
Now, instead of being a big football star and leading a "normal" life, Henry is stuck working at a clothing store in his hometown, rushing home to take care of his mother (carry her up to her bed in her drunken stupor every day at 5:15 p.m.), even though his father is there and does nothing. It's all part of the guilt.
Many years pass, and day in and day out is the same for Henry. He begins to accept this as the norm and can't imagine straying. The store where he works has a big sale every year (the biggest annual event in his life), and he gets to catch up with former classmates who happen to return for visits to their hometown. They know they can always find Henry at the store. He's become a fixture, like so many outdated, unsold clothing.
I liked Henry, but I felt sorry for him. I also became a bit angry with him for not making more of himself than having his life dictated by parents who didn't care a whit about him. I wasn't disappointed in the ending. It was fitting...for Henry and his barely existent life.
Unfortunately, the novel leaves a lot of questions unanswered, but I won't reveal them here, lest I spoil the novel for others. I just wish the author had let us readers on a few more -- dare I say it? -- details.