3 words: homey, storytelling, heartfelt
Just when I think I’ve experienced enough Anne Tyler and I could spend time with some other author’s work instead, she goes and ups her game.
And now I’m seriously aching for someone I know to read this book so we can talk about the scene where the word “dashiki” made me burst out sobbing.
Yeah, that was kinda weird.
But also rather wonderful.
Tyler has some serious storytelling powers, and she ain’t afraid to wield them.
This family story is fairly quiet, but it runs deep.
The Whitshanks are a fairly ordinary family, but Tyler’s writing elevates them. And her unmatched ability to weave a story makes their family fascinating.
Just when I thought the book would focus on the parent/child relationship of a prodigal son with his parents, it veered into the past and picked up the long-hidden, rather scandalous, very sad story of his grandparents.
Another aspect of the book that had me from the start: the beloved family home is nearly a character itself.
At times, the dryly humorous, realistic depiction of family dynamics made me actually laugh out loud.
And then there was that sob storm.
Dang, people. This is some seriously good fiction action.