I picked up this novel because of its very relevant theme (to me) of young people of today moving back to live with their empty nester parents—30% of those between 24-35 years of age, is mentioned within the pages of the book. To my generation who “went west” as young people and never returned to the family nest but created our own nests instead, this is a social tragedy that is often overlooked because one does not know where the cause lies: globalization and the lowering of entry level wages, over-indulgent parents, spoilt children whose lifestyles are beyond their pay packets, or a combination of all three?
Edie and Russell are the fifty-something parents of three grown children who move out periodically. When the last child, Ben, leaves the nest, Edie has withdrawal symptoms while Russell is looking forward eagerly but futilely to reclaiming quality time with his wife. A series of mishaps befall the children, nothing tragic, just the usual stuff of growing up—losing a job, breaking up with a partner, buying an unaffordable condo—and the kids trickle back to the nest, much to Edie’s delight and Russell’s chagrin. To add to the parents’ now-crowded life, Edie, a fading actress, has added a young starving actor, Lazlo, to their domesticity by offering him temporary accommodation in their home. Contrasting to Edie’s exhausting but “lived” life is her sister, Vivien, who has an only son departed for Australia to surf with a local girlfriend in the Lucky Country and never return, while her unfaithful husband Max is planning to re-enter her empty life and cheat on her again. The plot weaves in and out among all the characters and ends with new beginnings, a birth, and the commencement of a new cycle of parent-child entanglements.
I found the long sections of interior narration, where we are “told” the motivations and back story of the characters a bit trying. This is contrasted by lots of dialogue, and the missing element is action; the characters emerge on the page, in indifferent combinations, deliver their lines and retreat, almost like the cast in the Ibsen play that Edie is cast in, her last hooray. Also, the multiple viewpoints lead to sameness – no particular character, other than Edie, stands out. The lack of sharp conflicts makes this novel more or less a snapshot of reality, a middle-class reality play; I think fiction demands something more, even if reality has to be distorted.
All that said, the writing is elegant and fluid and Trollope has hit on a key topic of our times and seems to suggest that until this generation of 24-35 upwardly mobile wannabes start having their own children, they will not emerge from their self-indulgence and stop leaning on Mum and Dad to bail them out, particularly at a time when the parents are descending the productivity ladder. Being in that fifty-something cohort who also fathered some of these wannabes, I wonder if Trollope’s solution is an over-simplification.