After finishing a really good novel, you feel like you’ve been given access to experiences your own life could not provide. As the same time, in a really good novel, you also feel the universality of human experience, the DNA of human life we share. THE ORPHAN’S DAUGHTER is a really good novel, the best I’ve read in some years. It tells the story of two lives. Clyde Aronson (the orphan of the title) and his baby boomer daughter Joanna. Clyde grows up in the Great Depression, serves in WWII and courts his future wife (Joanna’s mother Evie) by letter during the war. Post war, they wed and raise two daughters in the suburbs of Baltimore. Joanna writes of her youth in a relatively happy 1950s nuclear family. She loves her distinctive and challenging parents (Evie is a devout communist) but also realizes--in those less-enlightened times-- she will never be the son her father wanted. And will never be given certain access. That simple fact limits their relationship yet makes her hunger for more closeness. When her father, long remarried, falls ill, Joanna flies in from LA to help her indifferent step-mother take care of Clyde, and Joanna becomes closer to her father. The book opens after Clyde’s funeral, as the police come to arrest Joanna. Clyde’s second wife was jealous of the ongoing closeness Clyde, Evie and their girls shared, so she spitefully denies Joanna access to Clyde’s pictures, letters and written memories. Joanna, as intrepid and honest a narrator as one might ask for, steals back her father’s life from the house she grew up in. (Which is why Brenda has called the cops.) That human, familial struggle frames the novel, but the heart of this moving book is Joanna excellently telling her father’s story and her own, coming to know her father more deeply by doing so. Jan Cherubin excels at weaving together two distinct voices and two interconnected lives. I highly recommend this book.