Family drama and melodrama tend to be some of my favorite types of film and literature. I’ve never actually took the time to consider why. Well, in truth, I have considered why – I simply never tried to look more closely.
Now that I am looking more closely, I think it’s possibly because of my own mixed up, messed up family. In these portraits of dysfunctional family ties, I find my contemporaries. I look at these characters as being people of my own ilk.
Less kindly, I am also drawn to these portraits because it makes my own family tend to look better in contrast. I can say “We’re screwed up, but not that screwed up.” I suppose it helps me feel better about myself.
The synopsis of James Bailey’s “Sorry I Wasn't What You Needed” seemed that it would be just up my alley. A runaway protagonists, parental suicide and a past parental abandonment? Sign me up! I didn’t hesitate in requesting this from NetGalley and downloaded it eagerly.
So, of course, I’m saddened to realize that I don’t actually care for “Sorry I Wasn’t What You Needed.”
I can understand why some readers would enjoy this – I do! For me, it just didn’t do anything for me and I can think of many other books of the same sort that, I find, do the subject matter more justice and with more panache.
I found Bailey’s novel to feel…juvenile. It’s strange to say, but the novel didn’t feel as mature as I had hoped it would. The language of the “Sorry I Wasn’t What You Needed” didn’t feel lyrical or melodic. I felt like the writing was that of a YA novel – as if I were reading a YA novel about a 30 something year old, which is not what I want from my literary fiction.
Additionally, I found that as I was reading, I found everyone and their reactions to be silly and immature. As such, I simply could not bring myself to care about, sympathize with or feel anything for any of the characters beyond a mild contempt.
I found that I quite liked the events of the novel and the pace, but that the writing and characterization just wasn’t up to works I’ve read before in this wheelhouse. As such, it’s not a novel I’d recommend, when I find that there are others that tread the same road but do it in a more nuanced, lyrical way.
* I received a copy of this via NetGalley for an honest review.