A powerful, moving exploration of New Age life that charts a woman’s struggle to look after her child while searching for her own motherMorrison’s novel acts as a primer for pronouns. Quite explicitly, he explores the language of I, you, she and we, testing the impossibly complex structures that underpin those simple words. That the main character, Rowan, should narrate her story in the second person seems, briefly, one of those potentially annoying conceits that novelists sometimes impose on themselves, just to stretch their writerly muscles. But this voice that insistently calls Rowan “you” signifies the loss, or rather the absence, of her self, of the core ego that gives her identity. Brought up in a commune in the 1970s, Rowan was too much part of a collective “we” and not given what she needed to become “I”. Whether her mother was perpetrator or victim of the whole terrible mess is something that ebbs and flows as Rowan struggles to hold herself together and answer her deepest questions – about her missing mother, her self and her own capacity to mother a child. Intense and brilliantly sustained, this is a powerful, moving exploration of New Age life.FictionJane Houshamtheguardian.com © 2013 …read more

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