I thank Louise Walters Books for the advance reader copy of this book. This review reflects my personal opinion and is not influenced by anyone else.
If some books are gurgling mountain streams, The Last Words of Madeleine Anderson is a deep lake with a smooth surface and deadly undercurrents. You slip into it when a sentence here and there pulls all you, indicating that the swimming isn’t as easy as it seems. Over the course of the book the voyage becomes more turbulent, and the gentle façade slowly reveals itself to be anything but. And herein lies the sheer beauty of Helen Kitson’s story.
The Last Words of Madeleine Anderson , or Maddie, for the initiated, is a story about writers, about writing, touching on friendships, decisions taken, decisions regretted, and the ultimate question: what does it all mean in the end? The cast of characters is small but each has their place in helping – or hindering, as the case may be – the protagonist, Gabrielle, get over a traumatic event.
Gabrielle Price has written a bestselling novel, a jewel of literary fiction that has the industry and her fans wanting more. When the follow-up novel never emerges, she slips into a comfortable life of easy jobs - employment that won’t tax her imagination, leaving her free to write – and avoids all complications. We find Gabrielle as she hits middle-age and begins questioning her choices. Taking the easy-way out, it seems, has left her in a bit of a rut: working for a vicar, living alone with a cat for company, her parents dead and no true friends to speak of. Her former best friend, Madeleine, has been dead for years, but is forever present in Gabrielle’s mind as the example of the gorgeous, intelligent woman Gabrielle will never be and will never strive to be.
There were times that I just wanted to slap the protagonist, to tell her to get over herself, but I didn’t have to: Gaby’s self-inflicted normality is shaken when she agrees to meet a fan with whom she’s been corresponding for a few months. Rather than the fellow middle-aged woman she’d expected, a stunning young man arrives. Simon ends up staying the night (then months), forcing Gabrielle to take a look at her life, where she questions not only her incapacity to write as she desires, but also the role she now has in a society that values the beautiful over the old. Falling in love with Simon opens cracks in a shell she didn’t know she had, enabling her – forcing her - to finally reach out, make real friends (everyone should have a Lisel and a Viv when they need help get back on track) and take stock of her past actions.
I won’t spoil the story with further information, but the final third of the book is a tour de force, where Helen Kitson shows us how clever a writer can be. If you love novels about writing, complicated relationships, unrequited love, the meaning of friendship, or dealing with an uncomfortable past, this book is for you. I give it a very solid four stars.