I just finished We Were The Mulvaneys, by Joyce Carol Oates. In short, I loved it. What I brought away after finishing it, next to a minute examiniation of Oates’ superb writing style, was the potential for self-destruction that lies within each of us, and how one random act of violence can change everything forever. (As if I need something to remind me of that.)
It reminded me sometimes of Jonathan Franzen’s The Corrections (have you got to that yet, Lotte? 😉 ) because of the impact the family members have on each other. And while both books made me sad, it was good to see how the Mulvaneys reached redemption in the end.
I have a quote to illustrate this frame of mind (it’s on a card I bought this afternoon and now is hanging on my wall):
everything will be okay in the end.
if it’s not okay, it’s not the end.
Amen to that!