I struggle with books that don’t offer characters that I can root for. If a story is told through the voice of a particularly unlikable character it becomes even more difficult for me. Wilson’s novel is told from the perspective of a narcissistic widow who has little contact with his adult children, recently retired from his life’s work and moved into a retirement community. That Wilson could make this guy sympathetic is a credit to her writing. Frederick Lothian has an interesting perspective on things. […]
He had finished accumulating experiences and now he was shuffling around in the past, peeking inside boxes and then closing them quickly.
Extinctions by Josephine Wilson