Georgie, the protagonist, shares a birthday with Queen Elizabeth, and (somewhat contrivedly) several life milestones. She is invited to a ceremony celebrating their 80th birthday, and is stopped along the way by an accident.
While waiting for assistance, she reflects on her stages of life: childhood, early adulthood, motherhood, and old age. The first stage, populated with strong female role models (also contrivedly, all with male names), is the most vivid. In contrast, her mature adulthood is dim and rushed. Part of this is because, unlike the other women, Georgie has no vocation and no work beyond raising a whimsical and stereotypical artistic daughter and homemaking for a tortured husband. Her identity in the latter years is derived from her husband's long-estranged family, who act as substitutes for personality.
Prior to marriage and motherhood, we live through her mother, grandmother, aunts, and sister, hard-working and lively women all. Even Georgie's childhood identity is smushed with her sister's hopes and dreams.
The early years, while more engaging than the rest of the novel, rely on cultural flotsam such as hymn snippets, moments in the life of the Queen, and so on. I share this cultural history so, while I appreciated the memories, struggled to find the narrative thread in these sections. The "bones" device felt tacked-on as a childhood obsession of Georgie's gone amuck, and not an organic development.
Finally, Georgie's husband, Harry, is presented as the love of her life, but aside from a horrific honeymoon and the aforementioned relatives revue, he is similarly blank in characterization. Maybe that's supposed to be the point - the slow dying-out of Victorian character over the generations, although Georgie's sister ends up accomplishing her lifelong dream. Their foremothers all live to an ungodly age, so they keep popping up in anecdotes throughout the chronology, but this substitutes for a lack of character development in the younger generations. The line ends with Georgie's daughter (who is in her 50s) so it's implied that the memories will fade when Georgie does.
This book felt like flipping through an old scrapbook: patriotic, at times trivial, but ultimately an incomplete view on something that once had vigour and meaning.