The weird thing is they don’t sneak up on me. I can’t seem to stop making bad decisions. Torn between her husband, her precocious son and his schooling, her troubled, unstable brother, her ageing mother, and, not least, her work and colleagues, Lizzie appears to live in a constant state of anxiety, fearful of failing them all: Constantly struggling to meet the conflicting demands on her time, her attention and her compassion she has little time for her own needs.
Her life is perhaps typical of the lives of many women of her age around the world. Voted, that the earth is the Lord’s and the fullness thereof voted, that the earth is given to the Saints voted that we are the Saints.īut here in the twenty-first century things are very different for Lizzie, a librarian, mother and all-round caring person. NOTES FROM A TOWN MEETING IN MILFORD, CONNECTICUT, 1640 A brief quotation at the beginning of this thoughtful, poetic novel reminds us, I think, of an earlier time when the American people were more certain of, and more comfortable with, their relationship with the earth upon which they lived out their everyday lives.
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