Yeah, I didn’t like this one. If you keep up with literary fiction releases at all then you would have heard of My Name is Lucy Barton. It was selected for the Manbooker Prize longlist and it’s a pretty short book so I decided to check it out. All I can say is that if this book wasn’t so short I’m positive I would have DNF’d it.
I can see where she was TRYING to go with this novel, but the execution was horrible. A lot of this book is about the relationship between mother and daughter, a subject matter that is primed to pull at the heartstrings, but the writing was so dry and the characters so one-dimensional that I felt nothing.
My Name Is Lucy Barton just seems incomplete to me. It kind of felt like she had written out a bunch of different scenes in no particular order, then just mashed them together and called it a book. I don’t know if she was going for stream-of-consciousness, but it just seemed like aimless rambling.
I can’t say I would recommend this to book to people, but if you decided to read it the upside would be that it’s short so you won’t have wasted too much time. The fact that that’s the upside of this book is incredibly sad, lol.
Lucy Barton is recovering slowly from what should have been a simple operation. Her mother, to whom she hasn’t spoken for many years, comes to see her. Gentle gossip about people from Lucy’s childhood in Amgash, Illinois, seems to reconnect them, but just below the surface lie the tension and longing that have informed every aspect of Lucy’s life: her escape from her troubled family, her desire to become a writer, her marriage, her love for her two daughters. Knitting this powerful narrative together is the brilliant storytelling voice of Lucy herself: keenly observant, deeply human, and truly unforgettable.