Finished 5-29-09, rating 3.5/4, fiction. pub. 1995
Both she and Mr. Barnes were of a time when properly raised Southerners equated informality of address with being common, with going to the door in stocking feet or talking about one’s gout at the table. Because I did not yet know my mother well enough to assign an indisputable motive to her, I was unsure if her informality signaled welcome familiarity or disrespect.
Hattie was conceived in the hope that she would provide her mother with something to do and bring her back to the land of the normal. That did not happen and Hattie’s mother, Maggie, spent years hurting her family with her manic depression. Hattie had their live-in cook/maid/nanny/ nursemaid, Pearl, to provide the love and understanding that her mother could not. This was 1960’s North Carolina and Maggie was eventually taken to Duke to be cured. Hattie was hopeful that Maggie would come back whole and make up for the years she went without a mother.
This is told in first person years into the future after Hattie is grown with her own children and the story is told with a child’s honesty and an adult’s perspective. The story of her childhood is heartbreaking. Not only her mother’s mother’s direct beahvior, but also the fact that Hattie and her brother never had a friend to their house because they never knew what their mother’s condition might be. But this was offset by stories of Maggie’s high times when she would go on shopping sprees and keep her husband in the bedroom for days.
It was not at all what I expected. I expected a story, but this was more of a recollection of a difficult childhood, which I liked, but it was lacking something for me. I wanted more.
It is a charming southern read that can be read in one sitting.