I didn't like, or believe in the characters and their actions in this book which interrogates the concept of memory. I did like the Tasmanian, and literary, palimpsests and allusions which lace the novel throughout. I felt it was heavily laden with autobiographical material. A sad disappointment as I am thrilled to the heart by the author's fine poetry.
This book contains another book that a character is writing - an imagined family history. It is so filled with self pity, sulking and manipulation that it was a drag to read. The part of the novel set in more current times is better but would get interrupted by the other writing.
I honestly didn't like it. I was very willing to read it and enjoyed the first chapters a lot, but in the end... Well, it was just boring. I am so sorry to say this.
Disappointingly stilted style, and Scott takes extraordinary lengths to establish how painfully dull and boringly predictable are some of her characters. Martha eventually drove me away at page 57.
A parallel story of a family and their secrets. These discoveries lead to finding new family, and many stories. A parallel 'story' is written which is a surprising twist.