Writing of this quality comes from a commitment to listening, from a perfect attunement to the human condition, from an attention to reality so exact that it goes beyond a skill and becomes a virtue.
Publisher: Penguin Books Ltd ISBN: 9780241248782 Number of pages: 208 Weight: 154 g Dimensions: 198 x 129 x 13 mm MEDIA REVIEWS She won a Pulitzer Prize for her third novel Olive Kitteridge which was subsequently made into an award-winning drama by HBO. I read it over a few hours last Saturday and was thunderstruck by its gentle power.’ – Chris White, Waterstones’ Fiction Buyerīorn in Portland, Maine, Elizabeth Strout has spent her early life in New England before moving to New York.
It is also gorgeously written and often very funny. ‘It is a study of filial love and of how our upbringing impacts on our futures. In Lucy Barton, Strout has created an everywoman for our time tenderly perceptive, humanly frail and utterly unforgettable. As old tensions rise to the surface Lucy tries to accept what her life really amounts to the many roles she has played, the people she has loved, abandoned and betrayed.Īt heart, this is a book about women’s lives, about mothers and daughters and the brittle love that somehow endures beyond distance, longing, pain and loss. As the two of them talk, a seam of memory is opened wide, forcing Lucy to confront the past she has struggled so hard to keep at bay. When Lucy finds herself recovering in hospital, she is visited unexpectedly by the mother she hasn’t seen for many years. Now Lucy has moved through a faltering marriage to a carefully constructed new life in New York as a writer, replacing rural, open skylines for the Chrysler Building looming large on a tightly enclosed horizon. Lucy Barton has spent her life running away from her past from an isolated, penurious upbringing in Illinois where she and her siblings often went hungry. My Name is Lucy Barton is a perfect crystallisation of quiet, subtly brilliant talent from one of America’s finest contemporary writers. This must be the way that most of us manoeuvre through the world, half knowing, half not, visited by memories that can’t possibly be true… So much of life seems speculation. Waterstones Fiction Book of the Month for March (2017)
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