I had to think about this a lot before I wrote my review. If anyone wants to engage in a conversation, I'd be happy to talk about it!
I picked this up after someone either told me, or I read, that it was an "indulgent" book for the author. I am not against Sue Miller; I don't dislike her. I really have little or no experience with her. I remember when her book The Good Mother came out, although I never read it. I remember when the movie, starring Diane Keaton came out, but I never watched it. I was just not interested in reading a book on that subject matter or the movie.
This book is interesting. The book's description describes the main trajectory of the novel: a happy, middle aged couple is interrupted by death. Graham, the husband, dies. Annie, his second devoted wife, is left dealing with both her memories and missing him, and her discovery that he was unfaithful to her. Annie is also close with his first wife, Frieda, who left him because she could not deal with infidelities, even though she agreed to an "open" marriage." She also has relationships with both her daughter with Graham, now an adult woman who works in public radio in California, as well as Frieda and Graham's child, Lucas, who is a book editor in NYC, and is happily married to a French actress.
The plot is not so terrible. However, the execution, while I found did provide compelling reading, was often disturbing. Miller makes sure we know what everyone looks like: Annie is a tiny, attractive person; Graham is a large and jovial person--despite his size, he is still very appealing to women, sexually, and men, socially. He seems happy, but he reveals to Annie that he is maybe actually sad. He is popular. Frieda is like Olive Oil--large and gangly, ungraceful. The opposite of "graceful" Annie with her "dancer's body." Sarah, Graham and Annie's daughter, is also large and Annie thinks as a teenager, unattractive and overweight. She seems to have a hard time "liking" Sarah because of her "ungainly" appearance. This constant focus on the characters' appearances is somewhat distracting. I don't mind a descriptive moment or two, but the constant comparisons made me sad and tired. Larger women are described pejoratively, while Graham is a"ok" with his overweight body, and his "fat penis." Friends of the couple speculate about tiny Annie and large Graham's sex life (so freaking weird!). Much is made of Graham's size and matching "appetites" for everything in life. This grew tiresome, and was a ridiculously overused trope throughout the novel.
I also did not understand the author's constant avoidance of any contemporary technology. Hardly anyone uses a smart phone, cell phone, or computer! When Graham dies, Annie goes to his office, but never opens a laptop or boots up a PC--and nothing like that happens at his bookstore either. Towards the end of the book, after Graham's death, Annie is momentarily reunited with a male author she met many years earlier (when she is married to Graham) at an artists' retreat (Annie is a photographer). Her stepson Lucas mentions him and then that she is coming to speak and sign his latest books at the bookstore formerly owned by Graham (prior to his death). She goes to the reading and reunites, very briefly. with this man, now 30 years older. He misremembers her as someone he actually had sex with, when really all they did was make out like teenagers. This absurd meeting (she knew nothing else of this author's life or books despite her husband owning a bookstore?) is followed up with Annie having a bad fall on ice outside her Cambridge home, and even after breaking bones, she drags herself to her home and up the stairs to the "landline." The marriage began in the 1980s, and this is 30 years later. No one refers to a "landline" before the widespread use of cell and smartphones. But Annie doesn't seem to have a cell phone--not even a flip phone--and only has a "landline" upstairs in her dead husband's office. How does she communicate with her far flung family? Make plans? She never mentions emails or social media. Never opens the dead man's phone to check his messages, voice or text. This annoyed me, this very pointed ignorance of technology. Her daughter makes a private phone call to her California boyfriend after a Thanksgiving gathering a year or two following her father's death. SHe goes to her room and takes her phone out of her purse. It's utterly ridiculous to try this hard to ignore correspondence/communication of any kind. There aren't letters either!
Annie is a photographer--an artist--who admittedly does not have a super successful career. Much like Ms Miller, she indulges herself. She photographs what she wants, as Miller writes what she wants, oblivious to what people want. I understand that, but how does this "family" afford a home in Cambridge, Mass.--even a renovated carriage house? Taxes are high, and Graham is a small business owner of a locally owned bookstore. No mention (again) of social media or online ordering, etc. Independent bookstores in the the 2000s were not exactly known as million dollar businesses. And with Annie's semi-successful, amateurish photography career--she self publishes some books of her photos, or they are published by a small press owned by a friend of Graham's--I hardly believe she could suddenly survive when her husband dies. However, he had a small life insurance policy, and low and and behold, she has cared for her elderly, demented neighbor with relatives who want nothing to do with her. Now that the neighbor has died, she has taken in the neighbor's old cat, she has benefitted from a generous bequeathal to care for said old cat. She is set, to the relief and amazement of her family and her readers. Silly.
Anyway, my problems with this book are that I was so distracted by the things the author has chosen to ignore, or wrongly focus on, I ended up not liking any of the characters. I felt they were one dimensional: paper dolls placed there bend and to reflect Annie's feelings. I could never buy into the close friendship she has with her husband's ex-wife, or her son. It was all too weird and progressive, yet they were the most unrealistic and least progressive people I had ever read about. She never looked up the books written by the man she had a passionate pseudo-affair with, even though her husband owned a bookstore? Never looked up anyone's profile on Facebook or Twitter? Or even Googled their names? If the world she lived in and the people who were around her were more REAL to me, I may have believed she was someone who shunned all traces of contemporary modernity, but mostly, it just struck me as unrealistic and annoying. I didn't like Annie's self importance, and confidence, and even after she finds out about a secret but brief affair her husband had right before his death, she continues to behave so strangely. Doesn't ask the woman any questions, and there is no follow up there with that, either. Her relationship with her daughter is unrealistic and very strained--her child seems unimportant to her.
I don't need big things to happen in books, but I do prefer a realistic book, that I can imagine it happening. I didn't see the attraction to "fat" Graham, screwing every woman he meets. I was repulsed by her focus on physical appearance, and her superiority to EVERYONE. When her daughter finds the books of photographs featuring her heavyset husband and his bookstore and all the torn pages, that her mother has destroyed apparently in a fit of rage or sadness, but doesn't confront her, I was annoyed. It was annoying. This book annoyed me. It could have been so much better. But Sue wanted to please herself.