‘Things happen. And they happen whether or not we're there to influence them. And we can either let them eat away at us, and destroy us. Or we can go on living.’
“That spring was the start of everything, for me. Before then, I might have been half-asleep, drifting through life.”
‘I worked to extinguish every trace of my old accent, every vestige of the girl I had once been.’
‘Sometimes he thinks fame has a great deal to answer for. It rewards behavior that should otherwise be stamped out long before adulthood.’
‘So I watch them jealously, the families. These are people who have been bombed out of their homes, who think, perhaps, that they have lost everything. I wonder if they will come to realize that what they have here is everything that matters.
‘On the side of the promenade protected by the tight mouth of the harbour, the water is still calm. But on the other the sea is wild and dark, capped with foam like the froth on a madman’s lips.’
The Invitation by Lucy Foley is unlike any book I've read of hers. I started it thinking it would be another fast paced suspense type novel the author is known for. I realise now, this was not a new release, it was a novel written much earlier.
That being said, initially I read it at a luxurious pace…taking in the setting of 1950s Italy and immersing myself in the almost poetic descriptions pulling me into its time and breathtaking locations. Entangled underneath the passionate main plot, there is this lurking tension of obsession, grief, fragility, possessiveness and power. For a time the words allowed me to escape into this world with all its varying painted hues of color, of emotion…
Broken down into mostly two time periods, from the lavish wealth of 1950s famous and elite to the horrors of war torn Spain, it definitely had an effect on me.
The Invitation has more depth than meets the eye, from the characters themselves to the juxtaposition of the two time periods. It also delves into the caste system dividing the very wealthy and the poor, and how they're perceived at that time.
It very achingly describes the tragic effects of war, on both civilians and those in service…from the devastation and tremendous losses, to withheld secrets and the haunting ramifications that follow.
Although there was passion and romance, I would hesitate to call it a ‘romance novel’. Again, the juxtaposition of the two worlds often caught me off guard, at once haunting and yet depressing…
The characters are an interesting diverse group, from creative and introspective, like the writer, the director, the photographer…to secrets held tight under the fragile veil of beauty, to controlling and absolutely vile.
I'm not sure if the other timelines, in my opinion, really add anything beyond the sense of eerie mystery and intrigue that interlaces through the book…But then again, Lucy Foley is always the master of creating atmosphere and settings.
If you're looking for a fast paced, thrilling page turner, this is not that book. If you're looking for a book that slowly immerses you in another time, another culture where people are really not quite what they seem… and there is no rush to to explain…you may find yourself captured.
The slow, languish way I started the book, delighting in my senses, feeling the cold of the stone facades, gazing at the sun soaked sea's blue azure beauty to the inky, black turbulent, churling waters it became at night… lasted for a while.
I did succumb to what others described as finding it long winded, and despite the secrets and mysteries hidden among the characters and the story, I yearned to be more invested. I yearned to want to turn the pages faster…but this was not that story.
At one point earlier, I almost DNF, but wanted to see how it resolved. I'm glad I finished it and the fact that I'm still thinking about it reveals that.
I'm also glad I got a glimpse into an earlier Lucy Foley. She's obviously a talented author, and I will always want to read what she writes.