I loved the tales of how
the childless Ira and Ruth made a life together, building their collection of
twentieth century art treasures in ad hoc fashion. It’s just a little eccentric
and all the more believable for it – and it’s wonderful to imagine their house
and its walls getting more and more full with all that Abstract Expressionism
and Pop art. At the same time there is a very touching sub-plot about the
orphaned pupil that the couple almost adopt, and who they lose when he suddenly
gets moved away – thrown out of their lives by forces they can’t control.
I really like the way
Sparks makes his big plot beats all to do with the everyday forces of mischance
that govern our lives. Similarly, in the contemporary story, Luke’s obsession
with winning these rodeo bull-rides turns out to be rooted in the secrets that
he’s trying to hide from Sophie. There is a reason for everything that happens
here, and usually it’s to do with people coping with things that have gone
disastrously wrong. All these twined narratives are about people patching
together the damaged fabric of their lives and keeping it all together. There’s
a very good portrait, I think, of Luke’s mother, Linda, who faces financial
ruin and the loss of the ranch she grew up on – but at the same time she's simmeringly furious that her son keeps risking his life in order to help her.
The various plots
dovetail together very neatly by the last third. Every joint slides into place
like carefully sanded wood. And maybe we can see certain developments coming a
mile off, but Sparks is sussed enough to surprise us with a few gentle twists.
Rather than shocks and melodrama, this romance is all about wishful thinking
and just desserts. Sometimes that’s just the kind of read you need – and I
think this is a satisfyingly gentle, genial novel – all about weathering the
storm and staying in the saddle.
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