A very dense first novel by the writer Jean Stafford. Her next two novels will be relatively slim by comparison, and while I think this one should have been cut by about a 1/3 (I had some real fatigue by the end), it’s not bloated, but overly rich. It’s carefully and slowly wrought, and the background presented in the first section is very thoughtful and interesting, but by the time we get to the second half, it feels either somewhat immaterial to conclusion, or more […]
Because we were very poor and could not buy another bed, I used to sleep on a pallet made of old coats and comforters in same room with my mother and father.
Boston Adventure by Jean Stafford