what the hell? i waffled a bit about putting this book on hold at the library, but ultimately decided, why not? it won't cost me anything but time, & time spent reading is never really time wasted, even if the book isn't that good. this book is not that good. the reviews & jacket description built this book up to be way more than it is. the review in "book page," in particular was all, "weir marries a man she hardly knows & moves to his isolated apple farm, where she learns of dangerous mysteries that shake the foundations of everything she believes." i am paraphrasing, but that's not too far off the mark as far as making a person think they are going to be reading a thriller/memoir.
the fact that weir is a thriller writer under a nom de plume possibly colored the suggestions of the reviewer (& it's worth noting that publications like "book page" never give bad reviews, even if the reviewers have to lie through their teeth to keep things positive). the big dramatic secret in this book is...wait for it...spoiler alert...you're not going to believe this...large, modern, commercial farms often use pesticides.
i know. i couldn't believe it either.
oh wait.
i mean, not that we shouldn't care. pesticides have wrought a lot of damage on the environment & on the health of both humans & animals. there are many references throughout the book to the "curse" on curtis farm, which manifests in mysterious deaths & lots of miscarriages. the inference is that many of these deaths & miscarriages are caused by pesticides. but weir approaches the topic like she is writing a thriller. as far as i can tell, she didn't do any research outside of living on a farm for twenty years (which is nothing to scoff at, but is also not exactly rigorous scientific inquiry) to explain how pesticides were affecting the environment or the health of her loved ones. the jacket copy draws parallels between this book & silent spring, which...are you fucking kidding me?
& plus, the pacing of the book makes no damn sense. more than half of the book covers the manner in which weir met her husband adrian. they were together for only a couple of months before they got married. halfway through the book, we are still only a month or two into their marriage. & then suddenly, they have a child. a paragraph later, they have another child. a paragraph after that, three years & have passed, & then another seven. seriously within about a page & a half, ten years fly by. considering that weir's descriptions of her early marriage raised a lot of questions about whether or not weir & adrian would see their six-month anniversary, the fact that she stayed with him, on the farm she didn't seem to care for, in the house she hated, being bullied & ignored by her hateful in-laws for two decades straight, was shocking, & she provided no explanation for how or why her marriage lasted so long.
there were also a few passages describing weir's fucked up childhood, & i don't know what they were supposed to bring to the story. an explanation of why weir was so isolated? or why she was reluctant to put up with emotional abuse from her in-laws? i don't know. maybe weir just wanted to include everything because i think this is the only memoir she's ever written, but if that's the case, you'd think she would want to make it more than like 218 pages. also, how weird is it that in the end, she moves to minneapolis & says, "my friends now don't believe me when i tell them i lived on a farm." she lived on a farm for twenty years! how do you just "not believe" something like that? especially if her friends have met her kids, who grew up on said farm? it's like someone telling me they don't believe i lived for twenty years in ohio. why on earth would someone make that up? why would someone not believe it? is she talking about "friends" or random baristas at her favorite coffeeshop? what a weird sentence to include.