**Many thanks to NetGalley, Random House, and Elizabeth Strout for an ARC of this book!**
"I love the comfort of daily life's routines: things like being able to read a paper on a subway. It's no accident that my favorite word is 'quotidian'." - Elizabeth Strout
Quotidian musings, indeed, are once again at the heart of the latest installment of the Amgash series, Tell Me Everything. In it, we are once again back in the world of Lucy Barton, Olive Kitteridge, and Bob Burgess in the beloved town of Crosby, Maine. Picking up where the last installment left off, Lucy is still working through her feelings about her ex husband William as she comes to terms with living with him in their home by the sea. Bob Burgess, on the other hand, has his own series of challenges to deal with: he is knee deep in a complicated murder investigation where he is trying to determine whether or not a young man killed his mother...and who better to talk over all of this with than the indomitable and beloved writer who just so HAPPENS to be his closest friend...Lucy Barton?
But Lucy has formed a newfound friendship of her own...in the form of a crossover that all Strout fans have been waiting for, she begins to bond with none other than Olive Kitteridge. Olive is living in a nearby retirement community (with plenty of free time) and these two kindred spirits settle into a routine of swapping old stories...those that maybe never have been heard, and may also help lead to new realizations about the murder case that Bob has been working on so feverishly. But with so many unanswered questions, unfinished business, and angst lingering in the air, will all of these players find the kind of love and connection they have so desperately been seeking? Or will bouts of doubt and despondency keep them always searching for the sort of true, unfiltered connection that is always JUST out of reach as they fight to answer "what does life really MEAN"?
I jumped into this series with Amgash #3, Oh William, as Strout explored the bond of marriage (or former marriage) between Lucy and William, and laid the groundwork for her burgeoning attraction to well, Bob Burgess. 😉 Book 4 (Lucy by the Sea) dealt wholly with COVID, so it certainly felt more like a disquisition on the pandemic rather than a full on "Lucy book", but I did instantly get a sense of this quirky, emotional, and deeply thoughtful character and grew to like her even more. After such a deep and complex love triangle of sorts in the last book, I was hopeful that this path would continue in book 5, and I was eager to see how this connection would play out.
But enter one Olive Kitteridge...and the dynamic changed ENTIRELY.
This isn't to say this book was bad by comparison: Strout's writing quality and the ability to find the profundity in minutia has never wavered. Her effortless exploration of some philosophical standbys (What is the meaning of life? Why do we always feel like we are missing something and subsequently never feel whole? What is love and why is it always just out of reach?) was still present, moving the narrative along and giving her characters much to ponder throughout. The crux of this book is (unsurprisingly) centered around stories: the telling of stories, the process of remembering stories, and for you the reader, LISTENING to characters tell one story after another.
And while I normally find listening to Lucy's stories charming and even enthralling, listening to Bob, Olive, and others ALSO tell endless stories...got to be a bit like listening to your uncle at Thanksgiving who keeps thinking of just ONE more thing to say...when all you want to do is race out the door, get home, and snuggle up in bed.
I think part of the reason I was at a disadvantage in this read was a completely lack of familiarity with Olive: although she seemed sweet, her idiosyncrasies mixed with Lucy's just got to be a bit MUCH. From the bizarre 'nyuh' noises to the general propensity of rambling, there were times I just wanted a break from the storytelling to let the plot itself move along. At first, it seemed like everything was centered around the murder mystery, but as the book wore on, Strout started to incorporate plot threads from other Amgash books (and probably from Olive's books too, I just wouldn't have known it!) and it grew increasingly difficult to keep focus. This is one of those times where, while this potentially COULD be read as a standalone, it is the least standalone of the Amgash series by far. Much like trying to watch the series finale of a new show without watching a single episode of its inaugural season...you're setting yourself up for disappointment AND confusion.
This isn't to say that I didn't feel some of that "Lucy magic" throughout the pages: I was still very invested in her will-they-won't-they sort of turn with Bob, her lingering feelings for William, etc. It just seemed that with so much going on, Strout wasn't able to dedicate the sort of page count to this conflict to give it full credence. I also don't know if 'murder mystery' is really her lane...I think her propensity to always retreat back to literary fiction always shone through, and after a while, I sort of stopped caring if the man was guilty or innocent and was simply hoping for SOME resolution. Although this book is divided into 4 smaller books, I also didn't feel a clear separation between segments, and even the (relatively) short chapters didn't feel as neat or settled as I would have liked. While I am unsure if this is the end of the road for the Amgash series, the end of this one DID sort of lend itself to some 'conclusions'...so the jury's still out on whether Lucy (or Elizabeth, rather 😉) has penned her last.
And while I always enjoy my time with Lucy Barton and will gladly lend an ear to hear whatever she has to say, I wish that this book could have just told me ONE thing...rather than trying to tell me everything.
4 stars, rounded up from 3.5