My Name is Lucy Barton
My Name Is Lucy Barton: A Novel
Best of list, last year? Year before? Don’t recall. Tried it before and didn’t like it. But picking it up this time?
“This must be the way most of us maneuver through the world, half knowing, half not, visited by memories that can’t possibly be true.” Page 14.
Soft, sentimental, but understated.
Starts out with an even introduction, soft, almost gentle, a little spartan in style. Hurriedly gets meta, but the frame itself is clever.
It’s sparse, simple, but evocative. Rich in essence by being a beguiling kind of apparent naïveté.
Years later, there’s a sequel. Off to look for that.
