Review by Booklist Review
This first novel from Jones, senior editor at the Atlantic, is a quiet and introspective examination of mothers, daughters, and the ripples of trauma. Single mom to two young girls, Margaret lives in an apartment in the city. She's dealing with the aftermath of her divorce and having great sex with her new boyfriend--even if she is surprised by her thrill in being submissive. Margaret's parents, passive Hugh and quick-to-judge Elizabeth, who's loving but impossible to please, still live in the big house (on big land) where Margaret and her brother were raised. While her kids love the house with its many rooms and pool, Margaret dreads their visits there, always falling into the same patterns of behavior with her mother and being forced to confront long-hidden secrets. When Elizabeth's health deteriorates, Margaret must reckon with her past and how it has affected her, especially as a mother of daughters herself. Beautifully written, with flashes of humor to break up Margaret's suffocating intensity and dread, this will appeal to readers of slow-burn, character-driven fiction.
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
Jones delves into the shame and secrets that drove a woman apart from her mother in this sharp debut. When Margaret was 10, she began to fear bedtime because of uncomfortable touches from her 13-year-old brother, Neal. Making matters worse, she was afraid to tell their elegant and commanding mother, Elizabeth, who was often cruel to her. Now, 25 years later, at the height of the #MeToo movement, Margaret co-parents her two daughters, ages eight and four, with her ex-husband in Brooklyn. She tries to keep her daughters safe by gently asking them to reveal their worries to her, but they are either tight-lipped or carefree. Meanwhile, she keeps her own painful childhood at arm's length, even as she commissions stories of sexual assault and harassment for the magazine she edits. When her older daughter, Jo, asks for a pool party at Elizabeth's house for her birthday, Margaret readies herself to return to the home she's long avoided. Jones dials up the family tension in quotidian scenes and, through laughter and heartache, lays bare the dysfunction Margaret's fought to escape. Readers will find much to admire in this intelligent story of trauma bubbling to the surface. Agent: Bill Clegg, Clegg Agency. (May)
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
The lasting effects of childhood trauma. We meet Margaret in the summer before fifth grade, hiding under a blackberry bush in a game of flashlight tag with her best friend, Biddy, and their respective older brothers. Margaret wins, but when the kids rejoin their parents, her mother, Elizabeth, snarls, "You're filthy," and strips the mortified girl to her underwear in front of everyone. Elizabeth's unpredictable mood swings are bad enough, but the nocturnal visits from her brother Neal that summer are worse: He fingers Margaret's body when he thinks she's asleep, and she's too afraid of upsetting Elizabeth--who tried to commit suicide after her husband had an affair--to tell anyone. Unsurprisingly, Margaret grows up to be a confused, conflicted woman. She's devoted to her daughters, Helen and Jo, but divorced for reasons she can't wholly articulate from their father, Ezra, a kind man who never understood the depths of her malaise. Debut novelist Jones nails the details of a dysfunctional family dynamic: Subjected to Elizabeth's blatantly unfair criticisms, Margaret perpetually "thought but did not say" why they were unjustified; when Elizabeth is searching for a word and Margaret supplies it, her mother says, "No that's not it," and supplies an incorrect one; and Neal grows up from a molester into a smug, right-wing creep. Despite its emotional accuracy, however, the novel seems oddly distanced. This may accurately reflect Margaret's inability to express feelings or recall past events unacceptable to her family, but it doesn't make for compelling fiction. Descriptions of her sexual relationship with a new boyfriend (she likes to be dominated in a way that flirts with masochism) are similarly authentic but alienating. On the positive side are Jones' nuanced depictions of Margaret's relationship with her daughters and of her lifelong friendship with Biddy. Smoothly written and sharply observed, but curiously unengaging. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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