This was an interesting novel. It told several different developing stories at once in different author's styles, which is indicated by different fonts. It's interesting to see where the stories parallel life.
"Sophisticated commentary on the art of storytelling, and a stinging critique of the foibles of modern literary studies." Washington Post Book World.
A playful, and yet complex novel, as a mother who is retreating from the world on a small island off the coast of Scotland, and her visiting college-age daughter, tell one another stories of their lives.
Set in Dundee, Scotland, in the early 70s, this is a complex multi-layered story about students in a college writing class and one student's quest to learn about her birth family. Atkinson writes well and the story is interwoven, yet compelling.
I would count Kate Atkinson as one of my favorite authors. Her plots, her characters. I think she's a masterful author! And then, there's this book. Yecch. Couldn't get into it. I think that this book is supposed to be some clever literary piece. Perhaps that's the case, and I'm just not smart enough to get it. So, I hope others who are more intellectual than I will enjoy it.
On a peat and heather island off the west coast of Scotland, Effie and her mother Nora take refuge in the large mouldering house of their ancestors and tell each other stories. Nora, at first, recounts nothing that Effie really wants to hear, like who her father was - variously Jimmy, Jack, or Ernie. Effie tells of her life at college in Dundee, the land of cakes and William Wallace, where she lives in a lethargic relationship with Bob, a student who never goes to lectures, sledom gets out of bed, and to whom the Klingons are as real as the French and the Germans (more real than the Luxemburgers). But strange things are happening. Why is Effie being followed? Is someone killing old people? And where is the mysterious yellow dog?