Unsettled, then floating underwater. That's how I felt reading this novel about a woman who returns to her family home, 28 years old, single and pregnant, leaving her latest teaching job behind her. So much of Jane Haus' early life is a mystery to her and returning home, sleeping among the boxes of family history in the attic, is part of her intention to understand, despite her father's and older sister's objections. Jane's mother's story is shrouded in mystery, and her death seems to be the sentinel event in the family. "Seeing him through the glass, I'll know that instead of being lost all by myself we are lost together and that neither maps nor the help of others will allow us to find our way."
The story of Jane, Beatrice, her sister, her father and her mother has universal threads of loss, of family's not being able to find the words, of still trying to do the right thing, finding their center. They frustrated me at times and made me laugh at others, and in the end, I hoped for their future.
After reading "Dear Committee Members," I wanted to read something else by Julie Schumacher. This is her debut novel, published in 1995, now sadly out of print, and demonstrates her skill with language, her understanding of the way we behave despite our knowing better.