4.5 Stars
This story travels between place – Bexley, Connecticut; New York City; Miami; Seattle – as well as between a lifetime of years. Shared through Fiona, who is the youngest of her family this story begins when she has reached the no-longer young age of 102, in the year 2079. There are only minor nods to the changes in people’s lives, or the changes to the planet, as the heart of this story is about this family, and at its heart, this story is about life, love, families, and death. But it’s about
real
life, which is messy and uncertain, filled with failures, misunderstandings, words left unsaid, and broken hearts. And love, in all its various forms and shapes and sizes, perhaps especially for those with whom we have shared most of our lives, our families.
”If you live long enough and well enough to know love, its various permutations and shades, you will falter. You will break someone’s heart. Fairy tales don’t tell you that. Poetry doesn’t either.”
Ellis Avery Skinner, their father, died in the spring of 1981, leaving a thirty-one year old wife, Antonia, but called Noni by her children, and their four children: Renee, the eldest at eleven years old, followed by Caroline, eight, Joe, seven, and Fiona, who was four years and eight months old when he died. After the funeral, when people arrived at their house, Joe unleashes his broken heart on objects in the house, smashing them with all the outrage of a young child who feels the injustice of their lives being destroyed.
After all the guests have left, and days have passed, and the casseroles stop appearing as if by magic, left on their doorstep, when people stop looking at them with their concerned expressions, they move to a smaller house, with money now being a concern. The days of Noni’s “resting” begin. The first time was for three days, and then six days, and it becomes a regular way of life, with Renee taking over the routine of running the household. ”The Pause” as they came to refer to it, a temporary moment that turned into years, but they waited.
”…but this is a story about the failures of love, and the Pause was the first.”
And, I suppose, it is a story that includes the failures of love, which are really the failures of being human. Our failure to understand that it is we who fail love, that fail in our attempts to truly love by allowing other feelings to overrule in the moments of envy, pride, hurt or anger.
”It’s possible to exist under any number of illusions, to believe so thoroughly in the presence of things you cannot see—safety, God, love—that you impose upon them physical shapes. A bed, a cross, a husband. But ideas willed into being are still ideas and just as fragile.”
There was a tiny dip in my feelings around the middle of the book, but it wasn’t long before I was pulled back in by this story through the poetic, voice of Fiona, the bond of these siblings, alternately intensely protective and loving only to shatter with a look, a word, so frail and delicate. The nature of this love that was forged so strongly during “The Pause” has created a sibling bond that was reminiscent of Chloe Benjamin’s “The Immortalists,” but with a stronger focus on the always evolving, ever-changing spirit of love, in all its forms, that finds its way into our lives and hearts.
”…the greatest works of poetry, what make each of us a poet, are the stories we tell about ourselves. We create them out of family and blood and friends and love and hate and what we’ve read and watched and witnessed. Longing and regret, illness, broken bones, broken hearts, achievements, money won and lost, palm readings and visions. We tell these stories until we believe them, we believe in ourselves, and that is the most powerful thing of all.”
Many thanks, once again, to the Public Library system, and the many Librarians that manage, organize and keep it running, for the loan of this book!