Many thanks to NetGalley and publisher for advancing me a free copy of “The Third Wife” by Lisa Jewell in exchange for an honest review.
BIG TIME SPOILERS HERE READERS.
Talk about a novel that went on a bit too much only to become so boring and mundane. A novel with the most boring characters, none of whom I liked very much. Intriguing story? Yes. However, poorly executed.
The story orbits around one man, Adrian; a man who’s never been alone once in his entire adult life; a man who comes to the realization that he doesn’t know how to live life all alone, until his third wife passes on. Adrian’s been married three times and has five children, two from his first and three from his second. He married wife number one, Susie; left her for wife number two, Caroline; and left her for wife number three, Maya, the youngest of them all. Throughout it all, Adrian has been very happy and figures if he’s so happy, his ex-wives and children are as well. Well they must be as the wives and children all get along, the children so friendly with the wives they’re often at any one of the homes, they celebrate birthdays together, and they always take vacations together, everyone having a grand ole’ time. Life couldn’t be any better for Adrian except for having a baby with Maya. That is until Maya is killed by a bus. Questions arise. Was she killed? Was it suicide? Or was it an Accident? Trying to find the answers, real feelings, truths and admissions start to surface from within his huge happy family, in particular from his children. What I found most interesting about Adrian was that in addition to being so happy, he didn’t think he had any flaws. However, when it came to his children all he could see were the many flaws each child had, and can’t understand why. He also misleads his third wife telling her how much he hated the houses he left to his ex’s, how cold and soulless they each were; how his ex’s ignored the children for their own selfish reasons, etc. When in fact the opposite was the truth.
- Luke talking with his father:
““Remembering things is not the same as caring about them.
“Of course I care! How can you suggest I don’t? All I bloody do is care!”
Luke sighed and his cheeks twitched and hollowed as he considered his next point. “No. You don’t. If you cared you’d notice that Cat is stress-eating because she’s so unhappy. You’d notice that Pearl has no life and no friends and everyone thinks she’s weird. You’d notice that Otis is miserable and retreating into himself. You’d notice that I-” He stopped.
“Kids are kids. They go through phases. Moods. It’s normal.”
“There is nothing normal about our family, dad. I mean, what were you thinking? How did you think it was going to be OK just to keep building families and then leaving them?””
Adrian is the epitome of being one selfish, self-obsessed, and loquacious bastard. Always thinking the grass is greener on the other side. Never once reflecting how his actions may affect his ex-wives and children. Now alone and watching his ex-wives move on with their life with their careers and new companions, self-realizations being to occur.
“They had all belonged to him once; the houses, the wives, the children. And yet now he had nothing. A crap flat, a weird cat, a stranger’s phone. For nearly five decades he had lived with an unshakeable belief in the decisions he made. Every morning for forty-eight years he had woken up and thought: I am where I want to be right now. And now he was not. He did not want to be in this flat, with his cat and this phone and this feeling of cold dread. He’d made a bad choice somewhere along the line but he didn’t know where.”
Wanting the best of both worlds, he has his new younger wife, and his children he sees on the days he’s scheduled to be with them that conveniently live with his ex. He thinks he’s a great father, yet leaves all the responsibilities of raising them to his ex’s, and ignores the fall-out and problems that arise from his actions. So narcissistic is Adrian, he feels that he can’t help it if all women find him desirable. Unbelievable!
I honestly didn’t like any of the characters, and it goes without saying that I hated Adrian the most. That being said, he was he most well-developed character and for this I applaud the author when it came to wielding such a selfish, arrogant, and ignorant husband/father.
In the end, the novel was bland and predictable. And the whole mystery regarding his third wife’s death, a complete letdown. But what galled me the most is the HEA Adrian ends up with. Yes, it seems one of his ex’s took him back. I actually thought he deserved to be all alone. But hey, that’s me.