I enjoyed this novel. I can handle a book that makes me think and feel, one that challenges the amount of empathy you are willing to give to others, to yourself. If you are craving a lot of thrills and action on your mental screen when you read . . . this one might not be for you.
It’s been a long time since I have enjoyed a good play. I think this monologue/dialogue-driven story would make an excellent stage presentation.
I don’t know if anyone else is a fan of In Treatment on HBO, but this had that same voyeuristic vibe to it. One where you witness intimate conversations that we can have with ourselves, the thoughts, the feelings, and the phobias we might only dare to share with a therapist. Listening to the kinds of deep self explorative talk that can lead a person to stunning realizations, to epiphany after epiphany.
Its delivery is both simplistic and cerebral which can be a hard combination to pull off . . . well, a standing “Oh” to Elizabeth Strout.
Now I need to get my hands on a copy of Olive Kitteridge because I enjoyed this one so much.
I’d like to thank the author, NetGalley, and Random House for allowing me to read an advanced copy of Oh William! for an honest review.
