The title of this book could just as easily have been "The Seven Deadly Sins" because during the course of two alcohol-soaked days at a wildly extravagant vacation house on the lake, this famous septet is on full display; sloth and gluttony make appearances, but pride, jealousy and wrath predominate.
None of the characters are likable. Stef is almost psychopathically manipulative and arrogant. Her husband sammy has about three brain cells, two of which are fighting. Their verbal exchanges sound like dialogue from a forgettable sitcom, and Stef talks mostly in brittle and long-winded wisecracks.
Stef and Sammy's twins, Amelia and Isabelle, ar mouthy, destructive and almost completely undisciplined.
Ruth is like a robot, a robot programmed to be a good, by-the-book mother to her daughter Fern, whom she smothers and tries to protect from every possible bad experience. Her husband James is kind and a bit more sensible than Ruth, but he is fairly spineless and he may or may not be having or have had an affair with Stef.
Fern, at three-and-a-half, is Ruth's miracle baby, born after several miscarriages and a stillbirth. She is cliched-adorable, but still manages to be irritating in her own way, and she is finally beginning to chafe under Ruth's neurotic protectiveness. Fern is not particularly believable; she talks more like a five-year-old. And while most of the story depends on Ruth's deep love for Fern, I wouldn't define whatever she feels as love. It was more like a kind of joyless possessiveness. Fern is a thing she wanted, wanted desperately to the exclusion of everything else, and the fact that for a long time she couldn't have a child just made her want one more. And once she finally got one, and she no longer had this insatiable hunger, a lot of her whole personality and life was gone and she was stuck with this kid who was often bratty or demanding and needed much more of Ruth's time and attention than Ruth probably imagined.
The "mysterious" neighbor,Marvin, is the most interesting of the group, and seems to serve as the McGuffin. He is also the most likable of the characters, but even he seems artificial.
This bunch play-acts their way through the vacation; bantering, drinking, taking potshots at each other, pretending it's all in fun, and above all, pretending to have a wonderful time.
I didn't really care about any of them, yet I did want to see what was going on and how it would end. So I kept on reading. The secrets revealed were predictable by the time I'd read that far, and the ending was unsatisfying. But Westhead did do a good job of hooking me and making me curious enough not to abandon the (mercifully short) book.