The woman is Rebecca Davitch, a 53-year-old grandmother. Is she an imposter in her own life? she asks herself. Is it indeed her own life? Or is it someone else's?
On the surface, Beck, as she is known, is outgoing, joyous, a natural celebrator. Giving parties is her vocation - something she slipped into even before finishing college, when Joe Davitch spotted her at an engagement party in his family's crumbling 19th-century Baltimore row house, where giving parties was the family business. What caught his fancy was that she seemed to be having such a wonderful time. Soon this large-spirited older man, a divorcé with three little girls, swept her into his orbit, and before she knew it she was embracing his extended family plus a child of their own.
Now, some 30 years later Rebecca is caught unaware by the question of who she really is. How she answers it - how she tries to recover her girlhood self, that dignified grownup she had once been - is the story told in this beguiling, searching, and deeply moving novel. As always with Anne Tyler's novels, once we enter her world it is hard to leave. But in Back When We Were Grownups she so sharpens our perceptions and awakens so many untapped feelings that we come away not only refreshed, but also infinitely wiser.
©2001 Anne Tyler; (P)2001 Random House, Inc.; Random House AudioBooks, a Division of Random House, Inc.
"[Tyler's] feel for character is so keen that even hardened metafictionalists...are reduced to the role of helpless gossips, swapping avid hunches about the possible fates of the characters. You're involved before you even noticed you were paying attention." (The New Yorker)
As always, Anne Tyler delivers an interesting story with wonderful, quirky characters. She shows life as it is lived--full of self-doubt, unintentional side-trips and lots of ups and downs. You leave an Anne Tyler book, though, realizing that ordinary lives can be extraordinary if people live consciously. Don't read it for the plot (though that is great, too)--read it for the characters.
This has been one of my most favorite Audible fictional titles. Who of us hasn't woken up sometime wondering--How did I get here? What am I doing? One decision 20-30-40 years ago from some dumb teenager who didn't have a clue---and here I am. I know some call it mid-life crisis.
This was interesting, thought-provoking, while remaining entertaining and a good read. Perhaps not quite as good as Saint Maybe but a close second.
For those who have started this book keep listening--the old man's comments near the end are worth the whole jouney in themselves!
A non-traditional plot with a complicated family that Tyler somehow made interesting and diverse.
Brown gets nuances in her acting and narration - she puts the irony where it belongs; stands back when she should.
I don't know, but this wouldn't be the title.
Tyler is a master and this book so fresh and unusual - loved it.
This is just a story about a woman having a mid-life crisis. Nothing dramatic ever happens as she works her way through it. Somehow it manages to be entertaining probably because of the colorful charaters.
I wanted badly to be drawn in, but it simply didn't happen. I kept an open mind, and listened even when I began to feel the story was interminable. So, yes, I saw it through to the end, but only because I was hoping for a big realization, or ...something. But despite a twinge of identification with the central character's declaration of having not lived the life she was intended to have lived, I was never engaged, and I could not very much identify with Rebecca . I did not expect an optomistic novel, but I did have expectations of something a bit more insightful, and much less hopeless. I was further put off by the drab characteriztion of all the children and granchildren. None were fully fleshed out, but only provided to the reader as partial justification for Rebecca's discontent.
I couldn't make it through the first chapter. Who wants to listen to someone's inner thoughts about their daily "to do" list? It's bad enough to have your own inner though to-do list... Sorry, Anne Tyler. I was giving you a second try after reading an article that made me think I would really like you as a person. Just not my type of book... and the narrator's voice was so annoying on this book. Like listening to a fussy aunt who is stuck in the 50's, trying to always do what society wants from her, rather than listening to someone's real and interesting inside thoughts.
Boredom. Wishing I hadn't used my credit on this book.
"A gentle, mesmerising story of family life"
Anne Tyler delivers another sure-fire story of acutely observed family tensions and regret for missed opportunities. Her unhurried observations of what it's like to grow old on the periphery of a large and sometimes dysfunctional family are spot-on and never less than convincing. Her style and ear for dialogue are flawless. By the end of the book, you will feel as if you are part of their family.
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