Deirdre O'Breen is fourteen when she flees the primitive Great Blasket Island, leaving a stunning family secret in her wake before she arrives on the mainland. There, she finds a foreign, civilized world -- and Manus, the architect son of a wealthy, devout family. Together Deirdre and Manus build a marriage that, like Dublin itself, is fraught with hope and threatened by legacies. When Deirdre's secret resurfaces, she is forced to confront the questions "How much of our parents do we carry? Do their sins and frailties shape who we become to our own children?"
Regina McBride is the author of The Nature of Water and Air, The Land of Women, and The Marriage Bed. She is the recipient of fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the New York Foundation for the Arts. Her poems have been widely published in literary journals and magazines, and her book of poetry, Yarrow Field, won an American Book Series Award.
She grew up in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and lived for a time in Ireland. She teaches creative writing at Hunter College in New York City, where she lives with her husband and daughter.
Why did I not care for this book? I think it is partly because the motivations behind almost all the characters is never explained. For some reason, the events left a bad taste in my mouth.
Interesting, in a way only Celtic can be interesting? A little bit of history? Sure. But I don't think I consider it really worth the time I put into this short novel.
This book was lying quietly on my Read shelf (the real ones, not these virtual ones) when my friend chanced to comment that she had never heard me talk of this book. It’s not like I would have talked to her of all the books I have read! That’s her funny logic. But then, I wondered: Have I read this book? Usually, I write a note to remind myself that I have. There was no telltale mark on this book. I couldn’t find an account of it on Goodreads and Shelfari doesn’t exist. Was it possible I just have had this book lying here for well over 15 years and I thought I have read it?
So, I did pick it up. Poetic. Arresting language. Haunting memories. Those are the best parts of the book I can come away with. The rest were just blurs - a strange combination of Irish lore, myth, religion, and characters I couldn’t understand. Not the fault of the author or the writing. Just me, perhaps. At least, I can finally put this book back on the Read shelf now.
The Marriage Bed has some lovely bits of prose, and I absolutely loved McBride's descriptions of Ireland. It brought me back to the short time I spent in Ireland a number of years ago. That said, I thought character development was SO shoddy throughout the book. Particularly, I thought that the main character, Deirdre, had no logical outline for her development. At the beginning of the book, she is portrayed as socially awkward, sheepish, and avoidant, and towards the end of the book she is portrayed as a strong-willed, loving, intuitive mother. This made no sense to me, because nothing in the book supported a logical course in this development. Beginning of the book Deirdre and end of the book Deirdre seem like two separate and distinct characters to me.
Despite some of the books redeeming qualities, I couldn't get past the disjointed character development. It was weirdly uncomfortable. Thus, The Marriage Bed ended up being an overall no go for me. Would not recommend.
1 1/2 stars rounded up Is this book supposes to be profound, poetic, fanciful because I just didn't get it. On the whole the characters are unlikeable, mother O'Breen incestuous and nasty, Manus unbalanced and selfish, Dedrie inconsistent in her behaviour, actions. About half way through started skimming, not my cup of tea.
Lyrically written novel set in Ireland with a lot of pathos, dark secrets, Catholic symbolism, family drama . . . what you might expect. The ending seems too tidy and it appears as if she is planning a sequel.
Started out as a great read. Somewhere along the way it felt like I was reading a completely different book with different characters. I found I no longer wanted to pick it up to read. Some where along the way the plot was lost in muddled characters that I no longer liked. The ending was poor.
Regina McBride, The Marriage Bed (Simon and Schuster, 2004)
Regina McBride's first novel, The Nature of Water and Air, which I read seven or eight years ago, was an immensely satisfying book. The Marriage Bed is her third, and while I didn't get the same thrill from it that I got from Water and Air, it certainly worked for me on a number of levels.
The story concerns Deirdre O'Breen, wife of Manus O'Breen, a Dublin architect. As we open, the two have been married for roughly fifteen years, and Deirdre is lamenting that her marriage has faded at the same time she's sending their two daughters to the same boarding school to which she was sent after a family tragedy long before (the nature of this family tragedy is the central mystery of the novel). We then get an extended flashback from Deirdre's time at the school to her marrying Manus before returning to the present day, where Deirdre must face her various problems, including coming to terms with the mysterious (to us, anyway) deaths of her parents.
The big thing about this novel, even more so than with Water and Air, is McBride's writing. It's big, bold, almost palpably sensual, as much in a description of a flower as it is in a sex scene. This is a gorgeously-written book, and losing oneself in its pages is a pleasure. Gorgeous writing, however, can only take a book so far, and almost by definition any book so written is going to be slow going; there is a plot to it, to be sure, but it's quite leisurely at spinning itself out. There's not as much substance under the style as one might hope. It's a book that seems to invite browsing over a period of months rather than reading through. I find this sort of thing enchanting; others might not. There's no denying McBride is a powerful, seductive writer, however, and if you haven't yet encountered her, you should. I'd suggest, however, starting with The Nature of Water and Air and coming to this one after. ***
What to say about a book that I enjoyed at the very, very, very beginning / disliked for quite a long, long, long interval (many unlikable characters who were either totally nuts, religious fanatics of the most extreme and wacky sort; ventures by McBride into alchemy and secret writings that commandeer some of her characters' sexual relationships; the bizarre keeping of a secret by the narrator for far, far, far too long ... Suffice it to say that for the longest time, the only characters I could empathize with were the narrator's two daughters, who somehow, developed basically normally. Miraculous that. Eventually, there's a son, and he, too, is a sympathetic character: still a child at novel's end) / and liked in its final portion, approximately the last quarter of the novel, the denouement. Some sanity prevailed there, and I was relieved for the children of the narrator. I was relieved for her and her husband, too, but to a lesser degree, because of so much that had come before. All in all, though, a disappointing novel.
I sat down and read this book all in one evening. I should confess that I chose it based on the illustration on the cover. It's a lovely, haunting story about Dierdre, a woman in Ireland who was orphaned at a young age, then sent to a convent, but married just before she took her nun's vows. Most of the book takes place in Dierdre's memories of her childhood and adolescence, as she considers what to tell her adolescent daughters about her own life. The most interesting relationship in the book is between Dierdre and her husband, Manus. They move together and apart repeatedly during the course of their marriage. While this made for a compelling read, it also made me feel extremely well-adjusted, because I can't imagine my own marriage ever coming apart as badly as theirs!
I don't know if this genre has a name but this book is similar to novels like The Shadow of the Wind and The Night Circus. If this were a Latin American/Mexican American novel, it would be labeled magical realism. This is the story of Deirdre and her marriage to Manus set in the early 20th century in Kerry and Dublin. The struggle in this book centers around the control exerted by her mother-in-law over their lives, and Deirdre's own past, which is not fully revealed until near the end of the book.
I didn't really like this novel as much as her previous two. While I appreciate that lyrical, Irish mysticism that she injects into her stories - this just wasn't on par with her earlier books. I liked that everyone seems to get more of a happier, less bleak ending in this book vs. her others, but I wanted more of a happy ending for Deirdre and Manus. And I didn't particularly like the title for this book either. It seems that much of the story wasn't really resolved, but maybe that's what marriage and family relationships are all about - they just keep on going, no matter what.
I've been reading this book a couple of pages at a time. Coming near the end now.
Delightful, the way the author, Regina McBride, weaves in and out of the story, beguiling with the narrator's memory of her slightly supernatural parents and the strange family she's married into.
I am so impressed with the writing I'm going to order in whatever else this author has written. There is some poetry, as well, and I must see that. It's obvious from her storytelling that her poems will be excellent.
I've rediscovered the public library and stumbled across this book. It was a strange book. I loved the first half which was sort of gothic and lyrical - reminded me of Jane Eyre but more interesting. The sea, a nunnery, a weird and interesting love triangle. Then the book fell apart. The second half felt like the second half of an entirely different book. Still, I read it in one day all the way to the end and a lot of the writing was very evocative and lovely.
Stayed up all night long to read this beautiful, lingering poetry calling itself fiction. The dance between husband and wife, the mysteries of what can never be known, tragedies and sad, sweet love. Everything I have read by McBride stays in my dreams - I can smell the sea,feel the rough wind, hear the rain on the windows and the lyrical Irish language. Prayers and heresy, magic and Eros, longing and death. Have to go seek out another of her books now.
Reading the blurb, I expected a much different book than I got, but I don't think that detracted from the experience. It was an interesting story set in the past, and of a place foreign enough to be exotic. The sense of loss of identity felt by the main character was poignant, and the story held my interest well.