This was the perfect book to get me out of my memoir-induced reading slump. Smart, funny, sensitive, well paced - a kitchen sink delight.
We're in the leafy suburb of Kelburn, Wellington, among the quintessential public service middle classes. Low-sodium stir fries and trips to the Wairarapa. Mum and dad are deciding to open their marriage up to third (fourth?) parties, with all the power- and mind-games that entails. Meanwhile the 15-year-old son is waking up to the magic of alcohol, girls and meaningful friendships.
The characters' interactions were as fun to read as they were believable. There was always some spark of interpersonal interest that drove the dialogue along for the reader. The book cleverly signalled where narration ended and a character's interior monologue began. Punchy sentences coupled with a pleasing overall shape (three parts, climaxing with the mayhem of having all the characters in the same room - cf. Greta and Valdin).
I laughed out loud a couple of times (and smiled very widely a few more) but what impressed me most was the book's knack of effortlessly maintaining a comedic hum without once stopping for breath. It felt like when you're with that friend who has the same sense of humour as you; you have a heightened sense of the funniness of the world.
I don't trust reviews without a criticism, so I'll give one: it's a bit weighted towards the male characters. I found Jacqui (mum) portrayed a little less sympathetically than the other characters, her interior struggles less legible. And the minor female characters aren't given much oxygen (one disappears entirely after making a complaint of sexual harassment). Perhaps it's how well the book nails the male psyche that made me notice the imbalance.
A comment on NZ's bureaucratic classes and coming of age to be sure, but also just a romping great read. Plus it was physically very appealing, obviously excellent quality paper, pleasing typeface (hats off @lawrence&gibson). Read it.