Monday, April 19, 2010
Book Review:A Reliable Wife
I don't think I liked this book, I have no idea if I would recommend it or not. I think this page taken right from it explains it best and I'll leave it to you if you're entriqued enough or not. I will say I did at least like the ending and it held my attention throughout. It was just so heavy and down.
It was just a story. It was just a story of people, of Ralph, and Emilia and Antonio and Catherine and the mothers and the fathers who had died, too soon or late, of people who had hurt one another as much as people can do, who had been selfish and not wise, and had become trapped inside the bitter walls of memories they wished they had never had.
It was just a story of how the bitter cold gets into your bones and never leaves you, of how the memories get into your heart and never leave you alone, of the pain and the bitterness of what happens to you when you're small and have no defenses but still know evil when it happens, of secrets about evil you have no one to tell, of others but helpless to do anything other than the things you do, and the end it all comes to.
It was a story of a son who felt his one true birthright was to kill his father. It was the story of a father who could not undo a single gesture of his life, no matter the sympathies of his heart. It was a story of poison, poison that causes you to weep in your sleep, that comes to ou first as a taste of ecstasy. It was a story of people who don't choose life over death until it's too late to know the difference, people whose goodness is forgotten, left behind like a child's toy in a dusty playroom, people who see many things and remember only a handful of them and learn from even fewer, people who hurt themselves, who wreck their own lives and then go on to wreck the lives of those around them, who cannot be helped or assuaged by love or kindness or luck or charm, who forget kindness, the feeling and practice of it, and how it cansave even the worst, most misshapen life from despair.
It was just a story about despair.