In fewer than 200 intense, dense pages, she considers class prejudice, the shame that poverty brings, the AIDS epidemic, and the healing powers-and the limits-of art. As in Olive Kittredge (2008), Strout peels back layers of denial and self-protective brusqueness to reveal the love that Lucy’s mother feels but cannot express. She marries a man from a comfortable background who can’t ever quite quiet her demons his efforts to bridge the gap created by their wildly different upbringings occupy some of the novel’s saddest pages. The possible threat to her life brings Lucy’s mother, from whom she has been estranged for years, to her bedside-but not the father whose World War II–related trauma is largely responsible for clever Lucy’s fleeing her impoverished family for college and life as a writer. The eponymous narrator looks back to the mid-1980s, when she goes into the hospital for an appendix removal and succumbs to a mysterious fever that keeps her there for nine weeks. From Pulitzer Prize– winning Strout ( The Burgess Boys, 2013, etc.), a short, stark novel about the ways we break and maintain the bonds of family.
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