The fractured lives of three generations of a Southern family unfold in this lyrical and piercing debut novel. As a young man, Harrison Durrance comes into his own during World War II, but when the war ends, he loses his bearings. His notions of the world begins to fail him and he, in turn, begins to fail himself and the people he claims to love.
I'm ashamed to admit how long it is since I sat down with a novel but we went to Lincolnshire for a long weekend and I needed some books to bury myself in while himself was fishing.
This book has been sitting on the "to read" pile since -wait- the last century. Oh goodness! I bought this in 1997. Methinks I need to get back to reading, big time.
Anyway, I couldn't have picked a better book to ease my way back in.
It's the story of a dysfunctional Southern family and unusual in that we hear from all of the characters in the first person. It shouldn't work as well as it does but Shearer's writing is so good that you forget what could be the awkwardness of this approach.
I began reading one of Shearer's other books while on vacation and sniffed at it a little- with stereotypes of a region that have been overdone, hysterical women, the stuff of southern novels, and put it down. Upon returning home, I looked for it at the library and picked this up instead. It is a strange thing to be so engrossed in a novel by someone you have actually known, even tangentially. I find it hard not to look for pieces of the person in the writing, and maybe there is, but this novel is really well done.