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Joan Barfoot's witty 10th novel (a runner-up for the 2005 Giller Prize) opens with the discovery of a dead body. Philip Lawrence, a 46-year-old furniture maker, has died quietly during the night, lying next to his sleeping second wife, Nora. This "remarkably mild and merciful, even enviable, ending" can be construed as a final piece of luck for a man whose life has rarely strayed from the course of good fortune. But for the three women left behind in his unconventional household, Philip's unexpected demise introduces some rather ambiguous possibilities.
Luck describes, with black humour and a mischievous sense of the banality of death, the first three days post-Philip. The point of view of the newly widowed Nora, an artist who stole Philip from a casual friend when he was young and lithe of figure, intersects with those of her live-in artist's model, Beth (who secretly despised him), and Sophie, the buxom housekeeper-cum-accountant (who secretly loved him). Happy-go-lucky Philip, it quickly becomes apparent, elicited strong responses from the women in his life, and one of the tensions in this erudite and entertaining novel is which woman's vision of Philip will ultimately prevail.
Yet while Barfoot delves deep into the recent and even distant pasts of her three female characters, she spends less considerably energy developing the action of her contemporary story line. It's as if having assembled Philip's would-be mourners together in one room, she's not entirely sure what to do with them. It's not that nothing happens--each woman runs into a bit of luck that sets her on a new path--but there is a tenuous, drifting quality to the plot that makes one yearn for the decisive presence of, say, a Philip. Too bad he's dead. --Lisa Alward
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Starred Review. Canadian novelist Barfoot (
Dancing in the Dark) may finally get the recognition she deserves for this brilliantly conceived, masterfully realized 10th novel. Nora, a successful sculptor in her late 30s, wakes up one morning to find her custom furniture-designer husband, Philip Lawrence, 46, dead beside her. The rest of the novel simply follows her and the rest of the household, verité-style, as they make decisions and try to internalize what has happened over the course of that day and the two that follow. The rest of the household consists of Beth, a wispy former model who moved in to serve as Nora's muse over the past few years, and Sophie, a fleshy economist who burned out as an aid worker, and has been holed up with the other three as caretaker and financial manager. Barfoot makes the most of this uncomfortable ménage without overplaying her hand a single time: yes, Philip and Sophie were sleeping together, and yes, it's even possible that Beth poisoned Philip in order to get with Nora. Barfoot alternates among the three women's points of view with comic but never trivializing adroitness, and expertly spins out their backstories and recent lives together. The book is set in an English West Country town (with flashbacks to London), and there's a nice subplot concerning Nora's controversial use of religious imagery. But the real fireworks are in the minute explorations of this closed set of unorthodox relationships, all brought to a finish in a short coda set a year after Philip's death. Coming upon this novel is a fine piece of luck indeed.
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