I really wanted to love this, but the whole thing just feels so oppressive and sad. Ostensibly it's about this hytte (Norwegian summer cabin) on a strange little island, but really it's about the grandmother, who was a horrible person who hurt her children immensely and threw herself into selfish hedonism at the expense of everyone around her. The author doesn't seem to get this, though, and idealizes her grandmother, and doesn't even seem curious about why her own mother is so unable to function in so many essential ways. All against a background of constant activity on this island, relentless busyness for the sake of activity, making up what seems to have been a tedious childhood of constant chores and performative Norwegianness. The writing is beautiful but bleak and disconnected from all the people and even the island itself. This book left me feeling sad about summer in Norway, which I don't think was the point.
I'm not giving this 5 stars because the prose is beautiful, but because it really presents a total picture of Michael McDonald. It's thoughtful and reflective and honest.
Another great book about men falling in love in 1960. Such a sweet, romantic story and the Midcentury time period is a delight. I don't even like baseball and all the baseball in this one was lovely.
This is the same book I've read dozens of times. Little girl alienated and in distress thinks becoming respectable and marrying a white man will save her, then struggles to get away from the abusive white man. It's not Villareal's fault that this is the only story anyone wants to publish about women, but I can't read the torture anymore.
What a robust, sweet, kind, intense book. Nick and Andy are such fully-realized characters. You can't just breeze through this book because this was what it was like, and the choices gay men had to make 65 years ago.
There is nothing new in the first 40% of this book and the stories she shares as examples are so bizarre that I'm having a hard time paying attention. I should have known when she quoted David Brooks that this wasn't going to be the book for me. Ick.