Back When We Were Grownups by Anne Tyler
Alfred A. Knopf 2001, 273 pages
From the author of The Accidental Tourist and Pulitzer Prize winner Anne Tyler,
her newest and expectedly wonderful novel Back When We Were Young, fresh off
the presses in May, 2001.
This is the kind of novel this reviewer awaits with anticipation, impatient
when the author has taken more than a couple of years to publish something new.
As in many of her other novels, Tyler takes us through the domestic travails
of a run-of-the-mill person, in this case Rebecca Davitch, who at 53, is frustrated
with her life. Her husband has been dead for decades, and she oversees the family
business, party organizing, with efficiency, a glowing smile, and inner despair.
Enter old college heartthrob and recently divorced Will Allenby and Rebecca
thinks this is her second chance. She abandons her African motif caftan in favor
of a slim blue skirt, pretties up her hair, and prepares to give the relationship
a go. But something is askew. Meanwhile, her huge, rowdy family, which includes
100-year-old Poppy ---her dead husbands uncle; NoNo, her florist stepdaughter;
and an array of colorful characters who crowd Rebeccas life and house
with noise, grandchildren, and elaborate, often argumentative family dinners
to which no one arrives on time, continues to exert its powerful pull. In the
end, Rebecca follows a happy path.
Anne Tyler is a magical storyteller. With a penchant for the homespun, mobile
homes, things like that, she would appear simplistic at first glance. Quite
the opposite is true. She uses her eye for detail, simple language, and minimalist
plots to convey often profound themes, heart-wrenching stories, and also happy
endings that touch the heart. This is a book you can read right through. You
will feel sad when you are done.