One would expect that a novel about 3 women at different stages in their lives watching a play with 2 actors and little action, because one of the actors in Samuel Beckett's play "Happy Days" is stuck up to her waist in a mound of dirt, would not be dynamic, but it truly is. The Performance by Claire Thomas grabs the readers as they wander around inside the characters heads. Each character, Summer, Ivy and Margo has much to think and worry about and by the end of the book, I found myself wanting to go home with each to see how they solve their problems.
On stage, Winnie is still buried in the hill of parched grass in the bright, white light. She is still gesturing. Still speaking. Wait for the day to come . . . the happy day to come when flesh melts at so many degrees. Summer’s eyes fill with tears. Fuck. These words. This play.
Against the backdrop of the play and the characters "small" problems, there looms the larger environmental problem of global warming and the smoke and haze caused by forest fires raging. During my high school years an assignment was to discuss the microcosm and macrocosm of a book and this novel would suit that discussion to a tee.
I am sure that this book would not suit everyone, but I strongly recommend it if my description appeals to you.
On stage, Winnie is still buried in the hill of parched grass in the bright, white light. She is still gesturing. Still speaking. Wait for the day to come . . . the happy day to come when flesh melts at so many degrees. Summer’s eyes fill with tears. Fuck. These words. This play.
Against the backdrop of the play and the characters "small" problems, there looms the larger environmental problem of global warming and the smoke and haze caused by forest fires raging. During my high school years an assignment was to discuss the microcosm and macrocosm of a book and this novel would suit that discussion to a tee.
I am sure that this book would not suit everyone, but I strongly recommend it if my description appeals to you.
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