Are you an Anna Quindlen fan? I am. Her fiction and nonfiction both ring true for me. Her latest, Miller’s Valley, is no exception.
If you are writer, you will notice right away the skill with which she weaves this story, adding just the right evocative and telling details, while making you care about certain characters and be suspicious of others. She never insults your intelligence. If you’re not a writer, you may only notice how quickly and seamlessly she draws you into the story.
The protagonist, a reminiscent Mimi (Mary Margaret) Miller, tells a story beginning in the 1950s, when she is pre-teen in rural Pennsylvania. Through her telling, she drops only a few enticing hints along the way as to the eventual outcome. That’s the trail of breadcrumbs through the forest by which an expert novelist leads us, compels us, to turn the page. Quindlen is good.
The Miller’s family farm and life are under threat of increased flooding, a proposed government water project, not to mention constant financial concerns. Mimi’s own future is in doubt when her father has a stroke and can no longer subsidize their farming operations with his fix-it shop. Mystery surrounds the long-running feud between her nurse mother and reclusive aunt. Mimi shows herself to be smart, hardworking, and devoted to her family. She does make a mistake or two, however, and readers can only stand by and ache with her as she makes difficult choices, learns life lessons, and attempts to move forward.
Lessons from childhood:
“I figured that most of being a kid consisted of eavesdropping, trying to figure older people out and understand what they were going to do next, because whatever they were going to do next was surely going to have some effect on you.”
“When I was a kid it seemed like God’s will was always that bad things happened, mostly to nice people. When Eddie got his scholarship, when LaRhonda’s father started to make a lot of money, nobody ever said that was God’s will. With Mr. Venti they mainly said it was dumb luck.”
About an unplanned pregnancy, Mimi didn’t yet think of as a baby:
“I thought of it as an anchor, dragging me down. I thought of it as my mother’s disappointment like a living thing, more real, than whatever has been inside of me…”
And about her beloved but troubled brother, suffering from PTSD after coming home from Vietnam:
“It’s a lot harder to save people that you think it is.”
The essence of family, friendship, love, and home shone through here and left me feeling satisfied. Recommend.
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Hey Lorie, Love Ana Quindllen…picked up Anne Lamott’s book…great read. Will put this on my list. Was talking to “Aunt Beulah” this week…told her about your recommendation. She, too, will check it out. What is your email address? I went to drop you a private email and couldn’t figure out where to write?????
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Ah, Anna Quindlen. Reading her essays helped form my ideas of what a personal essay could do. I, too, have read everything she’s written and will read this one as well. Thanks for giving me a heads up.
She’s one of my “Annes”–Tyler and Lamott round out the list of favorites.