This book is about two brothers and their families. The two brothers and their wives gather for dinner in a fancy pants restaurant to discuss an issue that arises with their sons.
The writing was good even though it was translated (kudos to whoever did that without making it sound stilted and odd) from Dutch and the story was intriguing enough to keep me reading.
However (potential spoilers ahead) there were certain parts that I was extremely annoyed with. Like when an author decides that he’s not going to let the main character tell us some things because they aren’t crucial and they wouldn’t make a difference but then talk about how it got him fired from his job, or not tell you what made his wife sick, or what mental disadvantage (or neurosis) he has and might be passing onto his son while a doctor tells him that if they had amniotic testing back in the day his parents likely would’ve aborted him.
Don’t line it up without hitting it, you know? Just tell me! That’s your job as a writer. It’s your job to tell the WHOLE story. Sure, you can be mysterious and withholding at points, hello, it’s called foreshadowing. But don’t leave things out just to annoy someone without the end result of actually telling the audience what you were foreshadowing!
What in the hell Herman!
Overall, this book was good, quick read, but I don’t think I’d read it again in the future. Gave me some things to mull over (ie. What would I do if my future children accidentally murdered a homeless woman.).