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Lucy Barton is experiencing an unexpected hospital stay and a room full of memories. The long, drawn-out days are suddenly broken up when her mother pays an unprecedented visit, and becomes her maternal companion. Time ticks slowly by and the two women while away the hours with random memories from their small-town Illinois past, their hotch-potch of neighbours and townsfolk, whilst avoiding the harsh realities of Lucy's childhood. The relationship between the mother and daughter is tense, yet familiar. Lucy tries to gleam some insight into her mother's unusual personae and craves some attention that was lacking in her past. Meanwhile, he mother dusts off any personal details, avoids any reference to the darkness of their past, yet still manages to become a soothing presence at a difficult time. Lucy's life has altered, and will continue to do so, but the shift in family life, location and her search for inner-contentment are all part of what makes her herself, Lucy Barton...
Pulitzer Prize winning author, Elizabeth Strout, has produced a tiny novel, with epic proportions. Quite simply, this is the most unexpectedly beautiful piece of fiction I have come across in years. I had no pre-conceptions, as I received an early edition, and by page one I was hooked. The writing is exquisite and the story reaches into the readers soul, without initial detection. It is only when you feel your breathe catching, as you read the stunning prose, that you suddenly realise how powerful words can be.
While Lucy has had a pretty lousy childhood, stricken by poverty, distant parents and basically self-educated, she has escaped it all. Now living in New York, with her husband and two children, she is stricken with a serious infection after a routine surgery. All of a sudden she is trapped, long-term, in a private hospital room with the days dragging by. Her husband and children are rare visitors and she feels deserted. Her mother, with whom she has virtually no connection to, arrives unannounced and Lucy's inner world is steered off course. She has so many questions, yet is afraid to ask them. She has so much she wants to say to her mother, but she cannot bring herself to utter the words. The atmosphere is fraught with the unspoken words of the two women and yet they are comfortable in their own, unusual way.
As the novel gently progresses, the reader gains further insight into Lucy's personality, travelling on an open-ended journey alongside her. The distance of her own past relationships has a rippling effect on her own family, but she still craves love.
This is a story of how a mother and daughter may be of the same flesh and blood, yet have nothing in common. There can be moments of friendship, seasons of goodwill and promises made. But is this enough? Can you make someone love you? Cleverly using Lucy Barton as a solo voice, powerfully independent, at the same time in need, the author has written a tale of a complete life. It may be a short novel, but it certainly deserves massive respect. Thoroughly recommended.
My Name Is Lucy Barton is published by Viking and is available in Hardback and ebook format.