I’ve loved Anne Tyler’s novels in the past but I’ve put this one to one side half finished. Not even the 5 hour train journey back from Pembs provided sufficient incentive to continue reading about the Whitshank family. I wasn’t interested in any of the characters, nor their suburban Baltimore world.
Another Anne Tyler classic: a window into the world and thoughts of Rebecca Davitch – all american mom, step-mum, grandmother and the centre of her married-into family – as she wonders whether she made the right choice between college sweetheart Will and long-dead husband Joe.
I think of Anne Tyler is the american equivalent of Anita Brookner – although I’m not sure if that would hold up to literary criticism!