I can't rate this book. I enjoyed it, it spoke to me, it will stay with me. But I wouldn't recommend it to anyone, because I can't image on what criteria I would recommend it. It's sad, and weird, and hopeful, and trope-y, and complex, and beguiling, and revealing. At first, Tandy and her righteousness (as Mueller puts it later in the book) grated on me. She spoke to You the reader often in judgmental "you can't possibly understand us townsfolk tones" often. But the more I learned about her, the more I sympathized with her. A couple of very revealing moments won me over. Here we read Tandy's refrain of "it's business, I'm a businesswoman," she has respect and responsibility in her community, while we watch her go home alone, drink herself into stupor, wonder about the meaning in her life, feel so lonely and disconnected, feel lost. She suffers in silence. The "businesswoman" is a strong facade. She so often looks to Barb and thinks things like, "Barb was staring back at me, standing straight, held up by her strong spine" and "I saw Barb holding her pot of coffee up with that iron forearm." She reports feeling relief when the doctor confirms she even has a spine. But what Tandy doesn't see in herself, others do; Mueller's story showed us how a little 8yo girl did her own pony tails askew because she has no one to help her, yet prim and confident in business, she ushered Mueller and spoke with him like a businesswoman does to her client, then left to try to sober her Dad up. She says, "no one in my family had ever said out loud that they loved me." Ash did a masterful job connecting me to Tandy's inner turmoil, patheticness, earnestness, and longing. I think this is the kind of book I could re-read and keep seeing the connections across chapters, but because it didn't bring much else to me but a detailed portrait of a woman I could relate to, I doubt I will re-read it.
The rest of the book, I could take it or leave it. Ash didn't really develop the other characters or try to, I think. We remain firmly in Tandy's perspective, it's a rather short book, and Tandy really isn't all that close to people. So the book feels a little flat. I'm not invested in anyone but Tandy, who Ash did a right bang-up job writing.
Here are some of my favorites:
The man in his rusty pickup truck drove slowly by again...I watched him and he watch me. I was skeptical of him, as I am skeptical of all new people. I do not know why he was skeptical of me. I had always been here. - I like that she is literally rooting herself to this place on the sidewalk, while more broadly capturing theme of the book of never leaving and not being able to leave.
'My husband bought a hot tub,' I said. 'I will stew here until I die.'
Despite what you may believe about the Internet, not everything can be found there.
Death.
Taxes.
- As in, you cannot rely on the internet....for again, as we all know, the only thing you can put your faith in and know for certain are....
Pg. 83 - when Tandy first has sex with the Vo-Ag teacher, she describes imagining consuming him and destroying him through consumption. What does it mean? The imagery is dark, twisted, dysregulated. It is the perfect disquieting communication to the reader of Tandy's inner struggle with decision-making and doing what she wants, feeling powerless, so she claws at those around to feel powerful.
'The roots of it were longer than my arm.' He held up his arm, in case none of us knew how long an arm was. - The resentful cynic in Tandy speaks like this
I'm not perfect. Show me someone who is and I'll show you a righteous asshole who needs to be knocked down a few notches.