“By Sunday the wedding would be
over, and for that Winn Van Meter was grateful. It was Thursday. He woke early,
alone in his Connecticut house, a few late stars still burning above the
treetops. His wife and two daughters were already on Waskeke, in the island
house, and as he came swimming up out of sleep, he thought of them in their
beds there: Biddy keeping to her side, his daughters’ hair fanned over their
pillows. But first he thought of a different girl (or barely thought of her—she
was a bubble bursting on the surface of a dream) who was also asleep on
Waskeke. She would be in one of the brass guest beds up on the third floor,
under the eaves; she was one of his daughters’ bridesmaids.”
From Seating Arrangements, by Maggie Shipstead
I admit I had a difficult time
liking this novel. I list it only because I think I need to be reminded now and
then of the pretenses I and perhaps all of us often wear and how the fear of being
human can drive us to respond to life in such wishy-washy ways.
The main character, Winn Van Meter,
is a vain, petulant, emotionally immature man with plenty of money and even
more angst. At times I fume at him and at other times I feel sorry for him. His
oldest daughter, pregnant and silly and self-absorbed herself, is getting
married and the book revolves around the wedding preparations and festivities
at their New England summer home.
Here we see how the most privileged
can slosh about in emotional unhealthiness. Jealousy, pride, rejection,
resentment, arrogance, loneliness and fear shadow the lives of these often
shallow people and keep them off balance. But there are redeeming and revealing
moments and some of the cast in this truly fractured family remind us of our worst
and better selves.
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