With this novel, which has been sitting on my shelf for several years, I've completed a quartet of books my daughter read in a January term class at Middlebury College, where Mitchell teaches, as do the authors of the other novels -- Sweet Water, Inspired Sleep and The Book of Hard Things, which all earned three stars. This book earned only two from me because of problems with form, voice, and character, and although I didn't really like it, I can't imagine ever giving a single star -- if I disliked a book that much, I wouldn't finish it.
The form of Mitchell's novel is excerpts covering the same five-week period from the notebooks of three women enrolled in a nature-writing workshop in Burlington, VT, that are bookended by a foreword and afterword written by the workshop leader. There are two big challenges for a writer employing this format. First, journals violate a basic rule of successful fiction -- they tell rather than show. In the hands of a gifted storyteller, telling works, but the writers of these notebooks aren't gifted storytellers. Second, journals are written by I-I-I about me-me-me, and if one is hard to take, three back-to-back can be deadly. Mitchell's novel did not overcome the challenges posed by his chosen form.
The voices of the four women in the novel didn't ring true to me. Simply put: I didn't buy them as women. It wasn't that Mitchell as a man failed to evoke these women accurately and well. Despite multiple sexual encounters, the three diarists all seemed strangely neuter to me. Not once did I have an ah-ha moment where I thought, I've felt like that.
Finally, the characters of the novel -- four women and the lover they share -- failed to grab me emotionally. In fact, I pretty much actively disliked all five. The problem begins with the man -- a California eco-activist on the run from retribution after his action left other activists holding the bag -- in jail or prison. In Vermont he looks up an old lover, who introduces him to the members of her nature-writing workshop, three of whom he targets as accomplices in his next act of dangerous and destructive monkey-wrenching. His method of persuasion? He seduces the women, persuading each that they're in love with him and part of a couple. So he's a jerk and so is his former lover who betrays her students. And stupid is the best term for the three seduced women. Who is there to like in this story? No one. And in a novel, that is ALWAYS a problem.