As I wrote five years ago when
I read McCauley’s My Ex-Life, he has always
excelled at creating wonderful relationships between gay men and straight
women, along with the dysfunctional families that come with it. Part of the
theme of this a book appears to be what we owe our family. Dorothy is complete
mess, as is her daughter Cecily. Tom –who could probably benefit from therapy-
is the one constant; he has helped them and solved most of their problems.
While the book is not without it’s humor, there is a slight suffocation to the
story and characters –maybe this goes on in the upper crust, upper middle class
families where kids call their mother and uncle by name. So that created a certain
heaviness I was not expecting, based on McCauley’s previous work.
Tom, surprisingly, comes off as unlikable at
times and there are pacing issues, but I found the book worth reading (perhaps
in paperback than hardcover). Also, Cecily’s relationship with her Chicago
lover Sontash seems oddly unnecessary (or could've been heavily condensed). The whole premise of Sontash’s mother
using Cecily’s Title IX issue that drove her from Deerpath (possibly Roosevelt
University?) to the East coast is steeped in racist tropes and the old caste system
where appearances must be paramount and scandal buried or tossed away.
Not as enjoyable as his previous work, but I still liked it.
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