Unless

A Novel

De: Carol Shields

Narrado por: Joan Allen

For all of her days, Reta Winters has enjoyed the useful monotony of happiness: a loving family, good friends, growing success as a writer of light fiction novels "for summertime". This placid existence cracks open one fearful day when her beloved oldest daughter, Norah, drops out of life to sit on a gritty street corner, silent but for the sign around her neck that reads "GOODNESS". Reta's search for what drove her daughter to such a desperate statement turns into an unflinching and surprisingly funny meditation on where we find meaning and hope.

Warmth, passion, and wisdom come together in Carol Shields' remarkably supple prose. Unless, a harrowing but ultimately consoling story of one family's anguish and healing, proves her mastery of extraordinary fictions about ordinary life.

©2002 Carol Shields (P)2002 HarperCollins Publishers

Reseñas de la Crítica

"A landmark book that constitutes yet another noteworthy addition to Shields's impressive body of work." ( Publishers Weekly)

Very enjoyable

This was a very gentle book with an underlying sadness over the choices of the oldest daughter. The unfailing love of her parents and sisters allows her to return in the end.

Production issues

Decidedly, I am a fan of Carol Shields. This novel even has a bonus layer, a view into the protagonist's life as a writer and her process which I found illuminating.

But unfortunately I can only give three stars because of production issues. While Shields' precise and descriptive grasp of the moment and development of images never fail to deliver, the narration in "Unless" is uneven, starting out crisp and clear at each chapter's beginning and then fading away as the section progresses. I found myself having to constantly adjust the volume on long commutes. Additionally the narrator's voice seemed occluded, as though she'd swallowed a frog.

And then there is the issue of the background music which I thought was intrusive. I sometimes fall asleep during a listen - no, not while driving, although I did take a wrong exit once - and the too-loud piano interludes kept jolting me awake and ruining my nap!

So, to conclude, excellent book, mediocre listen.

Too many stories within the book

Story was confusing, changing focus without context. Reader spoke too fast and not clearly. I actually has to reduce speed to 90%. Not Shields best.

Really bad

Very disjointed and hard to follow. The prior sentence is all I wanted to say. I’m being required to write 15 words here.

Eh

I wasn’t expecting this to be almost entirely just the internal monologue of a boomer mom freaked out because her daughter decided to live on the street. It would have been more interesting if there was more interaction between her and the daughter.
I decided I didn’t want to finish it so I skipped ahead to the end because I wanted to know why the daughter chose to live on the street. I won’t post a spoiler but I will say the reason had me scratching my head. I feel like I fundamentally missed the point of this book.

MONOTONOUS & BORING!

If I could give this book minus stars, or better yet, give it back I would in a heartbeat.

I'm 2:49 into it and as far as I can tell, there is no actual plot to this 'story,' it is the droning monotony of this mother's daily life as she goes about it with her eldest daughter in the background having become some sort of transient.

She hangs out with her friends, and this is what she thinks about it. She makes love to her husband and this is what she thinks about it (never has sex been so unromantic), she goes shopping and this is what she thinks about it. She has lunch and this is what she thinks about it.... You get the idea.

It is literally the minutia of her daily life and what she thinks about it.

While the readers voice is quite nice, and her reading very agreeable, and I found none of the production quirks the other reviewer spoke of, the material is at best a sleep aid.

I'm not sure how or why I, or WHAT for that matter, I'm supposed to care about. It just goes on and on about NOTHING. Not in a good Seinfeld way, but in the way a lonely co-worker might corner you and tell you all about how they rearranged their figurines for the entire weekend.

That is exactly how 'page-turning' this novel is.
Seriously, I can't think of a good thing to say about this novel. I can't finish it. Whatever may happen, I just don't care.

Missed opportunity--and too many "toes" in Toronto

I know that there has been a recent effort to have Canadians read Canadian literature, so each time Joan Allen says "ToronTOE" (and even "Noo-fin-lin") I was able to resist the impulse to throw something.

That aside, the novel is a miss--meandering, digressive, self-indulgent, and ultimately pointless. Norah's journey from troubled teen to "goodness" self-exile is unconvincing, Reta seems to be an unreliable narrator, either by design or by error. I found myself annoyed with her much of the time since she has much to say about everybody else, everybody else's appearance, everybody's possessions, etc., and pretty much nothing to say about her own shortcomings, her marriage, or her other children. And there's the misandry rumbling beneath it all.

Another point: I'm mildly offended by the prop that is Danielle Westerman, whose presence seems to both trivialize the Holocaust experience and embody the "wise old woman" trope.

Lastly, the musical intros are laughable and merely reinforce the sense that I was listening to a soap opera.