The Story of a Marriage: A Novel

There are some beautiful sentences and thoughts in this book, but let's not forget that the narrator doesn't necessarily know everything about the world or about love. She knows a very particular love- her one love. She misses another kind entirely. Therefore, I object to many of her ideas. For example, this seems completely wrong to me: “A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we're married to him, and out of those fragments our heart constructs an entire person. What we each create, since whatever is missing is filled by our imagination, is the person we wish him to be. The less we know him, of course, the more we love him. And that's why we always remember that first rapturous night when he was a stranger, and why this rapture returns only when he's dead.”

Of course, it's exciting to meet someone and they are constructed entirely of your hopes for who you want the person to be. A new person is exciting anyway. But what if you're blessed to be married to someone who turns out to be so much more than you knew, so much more than you knew any person could be? What if in your darkest life moments you turn to the person you're married to and see a beacon of light? What if you let that person make you better too. Love isn't just rapture. Love is that which would make it easy to give your life for the other person.

So in general, I object to Pearlie's "love" for a shell of a character Holland. Of course, we can never completely know another person. But Pearlie never gives us something to admire about Holland. You can only really love children without reason in my opinion. I don't care about Holland, I don't believe Pearlie's deep love for Holland, and Holland is observed from such a distance that he didn't persuade me either.

There's more than a love story going on here, war, torture, and race issues, but nothing about it in particular spoke to me.