“Spanning 30 years and three continents; . . . the fragility of love and order. . . . When Christmas Day reunites the children under one roof, each confronts the terrible weight of family ties.” Oh God, I thought, not another family saga that ends with a bad Christmas! Chip on my shoulder, I began reading. “Plodding realism” I wrote in the margin of Page 10 — but kept going. And then, on Page 12, something unexpected happened. The novel started to bounce me.
Monday, May 18, 2015
‘David Leavitt's review of 'The Green Road,’ by Anne Enright