by Karen Thompson Walker ‧ RELEASE DATE: Feb. 25, 2025
A novel that begins quietly becomes an exhilarating and riveting must-read and then read-again.
A New York City psychiatrist treats a patient with troubling blackouts and hallucinations, raising a host of tantalizing questions about the nature of psychology, memory, and linear time.
As the title implies, the book is presented largely as a case study, with Dr. Henry Byrd writing about his patient Jane O., a 38-year-old single mother, with measured detachment. Days after their abbreviated first session in the spring of 2018—Jane walked out after only 14 minutes, saying “I think this was a mistake”—she turns up in an emergency room with no memory of the previous 25 hours; she names Dr. Byrd as her doctor. While the hospital soon releases Jane, Dr. Byrd becomes increasingly fascinated by her unusual case. Jane has hyperthymesia—an excessive, accurate memory for dates, places, and events—but has also recently experienced a frightening hallucination: She saw and even talked with a man she knows died when they were both teenagers. As her therapy with Dr. Byrd progresses, she suffers increasingly worrisome blackouts and hallucinations. While the police suspect she’s a fake, Dr. Byrd’s attempts at diagnosis lead him to fascinating, bizarre-sounding theories. Meanwhile, at Dr. Byrd’s urging, Jane begins writing a journal in the form of letters to her son that she hopes will explain her situation to him in the future. Revealing details she has yet to share with Dr. Byrd, the letters show that she’s a caring mother and a self-aware, if lonely, person—not unlike Dr. Byrd, an equally caring single father facing personal and professional difficulties that medical ethics prevent him from discussing with Jane. The relationships among scientific fact, emotion, and psychology are tangled here. No viewpoint is reliable, but no one is wrong. Just when the truth seems sad but clear, Walker throws in a twist (or two) to turn the narrative on its head in satisfyingly disturbing ways, especially given that Walker’s last novel, The Dreamers (2019)—about an imaginary epidemic—seemed like pure fiction when it was published in pre-Covid times.
A novel that begins quietly becomes an exhilarating and riveting must-read and then read-again.Pub Date: Feb. 25, 2025
ISBN: 9781984853943
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Random House
Review Posted Online: Oct. 11, 2024
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Nov. 15, 2024
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by Alison Espach ‧ RELEASE DATE: July 30, 2024
Uneven but fitfully amusing.
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Betrayed by her husband, a severely depressed young woman gets drawn into the over-the-top festivities at a lavish wedding.
Phoebe Stone, who teaches English literature at a St. Louis college, is plotting her own demise. Her husband, Matt, has left her for another woman, and Phoebe is taking it hard. Indeed, she's determined just where and how she will end it all: at an oceanfront hotel in Newport, where she will lie on a king-sized canopy bed and take a bottle of her cat’s painkillers. At the hotel, Phoebe meets bride-to-be Lila, a headstrong rich girl presiding over her own extravagant six-day wedding celebration. Lila thought she had booked every room in the hotel, and learning of Phoebe's suicidal intentions, she forbids this stray guest from disrupting the nuptials: “No. You definitely can’t kill yourself. This is my wedding week.” After the punchy opening, a grim flashback to the meltdown of Phoebe's marriage temporarily darkens the mood, but things pick up when spoiled Lila interrupts Phoebe's preparations and sweeps her up in the wedding juggernaut. The slide from earnest drama to broad farce is somewhat jarring, but from this point on, Espach crafts an enjoyable—if overstuffed—comedy of manners. When the original maid of honor drops out, Phoebe is persuaded, against her better judgment, to take her place. There’s some fun to be had here: The wedding party—including groom-to-be Gary, a widower, and his 11-year-old daughter—takes surfing lessons; the women in the group have a session with a Sex Woman. But it all goes on too long, and the humor can seem forced, reaching a low point when someone has sex with the vintage wedding car (you don’t want to know the details). Later, when two characters have a meet-cute in a hot tub, readers will guess exactly how the marriage plot resolves.
Uneven but fitfully amusing.Pub Date: July 30, 2024
ISBN: 9781250899576
Page Count: 384
Publisher: Henry Holt
Review Posted Online: Sept. 13, 2024
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by Jacqueline Harpman ‧ RELEASE DATE: May 1, 1997
I Who Have Never Known Men ($22.00; May 1997; 224 pp.; 1-888363-43-6): In this futuristic fantasy (which is immediately reminiscent of Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale), the nameless narrator passes from her adolescent captivity among women who are kept in underground cages following some unspecified global catastrophe, to a life as, apparently, the last woman on earth. The material is stretched thin, but Harpman's eye for detail and command of tone (effectively translated from the French original) give powerful credibility to her portrayal of a human tabula rasa gradually acquiring a fragmentary comprehension of the phenomena of life and loving, and a moving plangency to her muted cri de coeur (``I am the sterile offspring of a race about which I know nothing, not even whether it has become extinct'').
Pub Date: May 1, 1997
ISBN: 1-888363-43-6
Page Count: 224
Publisher: N/A
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 1997
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