We are all completely beside ourselves / Karen Joy Fowler.
If there is one thing that novels, television, and movies have taught me, it’s that having a psychologist for a parent does not augur well for an untroubled childhood. And so it goes in this novel. This is a story that, by the first-person narrator’s own admission, starts in the middle, but it does get to the beginning before it gets to the end. Forty-something Rosemary reveals, non-chronologically, bits of her life, and her not entirely typical childhood.
This novel is about family; relationships between siblings, and relationships to parents. Part of the way into the book there is a very interesting reveal about the family, that, while I knew something wasn’t quite right, what the actual something is, was a surprise. It’s quite a significant reveal, though, the Large Print edition that we have at the library, published by Thorndike Press, gives this bit away on the cover (!?!??). That said, the book still works even if you do know the surprise before you begin. It’s just great writing and a great story.
Have you read We are all completely beside ourselves? Let me know what you thought of it, in the comments.