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A married school teacher drives to Home Depot on a rainy night and buys the hatchet she will soon use to kill her husband.
Interesting story, right?
No. It's actually really dull. I began listening to the audiobook because I wanted an answer to the question, "How do couples get to hatchet murder?". (I'm still not sure.)
I kept listening to the audiobook to answer the question, "How and why did Joyce Maynard write such a lousy book." That, for me, became a much more interesting mystery.
Here's what I think: Maynard knew fairly early on that she had no angle on the story and no affinity with the people involved, but she had bills to pay and was reluctant (as anyone would be) to eat all the time she'd spent researching with no payday. So she did what writers do - she put words on pages. What to include? Everything.Want to know what game the five year old daughter of the woman who now lives in the house where the murder was committed was playing when Maynard finally got the owners to agree to let her see the place? It's in there! Along with an account of every unreturned phone call and every interview request refused.
And there are lots and lots of those. Virtually no one with anything to say about the murder wants to say it to Joyce Maynard.
Desperate to convince people to open up, Maynard keeps sending the dittohead sportsfans she's trying to win over copies of her books. She wants them to believe (and to believe herself) that she will elevate their story with the power of her prose.
"Get away from my Escapade," say the sportsfans. They suspect she might be an elitist, feminist, liberal*.
And they're totally right.
If Maynard can't see or comprehend that the car enthusiast, sportsfans she's writing about DON'T READ, there is no way in hell she could ever tell this story. I mean, she can forgive the hatchet murder thing, but "Faulkner who?" blinds her to their humanity.
In other words, there is a class and culture disconnect in this book you can't believe. Maynard can make no judgment about anyone, or come down on any side, because she's judged everyone. She just can't admit it. She sounds like an earnest teen coming back from the retirement home saying, " Awwwww. Those old people were so sweet." She might as well be writing about Ewoks for all the depth and variation she's given them.
But that's just me getting something off my chest.
For the book, I thought it was dull-- all detail, no organizing prinicple or insight. Not captivating for either the characters or the deed. Go nowhere long.
For the narration - Appropriately midwestern. Good, workman-like job that doesn't call attention to itself. I've no idea why anyone would have a problem with it.
*Not that there's anything wrong with being an elitist, liberal, feminist- I do it all the time :-)
6 of 6 people found this review helpful
The first half was interesting, but the second half sounded like "blah-blah-blah" almost all the way though.
Sounded like she had to stretch out the book to make it longer by talking about her frustration, and the trials and tribulations of getting anyone to talk to her.
3 of 3 people found this review helpful
If this book wasn’t for you, who do you think might enjoy it more?
In the end the book became tedious. I made it to the end, but don't think I really enjoyed this book, although the beginning was more interesting.
If you’ve listened to books by Joyce Maynard before, how does this one compare?
I read almost every book of Joyce Maynard, but this was my first audiobook, though I have downloaded all of them. They are still waiting to be listened to.
How could the performance have been better?
The narrator sometimes had a voice like fingernails being scraped down a blackboard. Also she sometimes forgot to breathe in between sentences.
What reaction did this book spark in you? Anger, sadness, disappointment?
I was a bit disappointed by the story. I prefer her books: After her, The good daughters, To die for and Labor Day
Any additional comments?
My favourite audiobook The lifeboat by Charlotte Rogan was not surpassed.