I've
been reading Alice McDermott for a long time. Some books I have
really enjoyed, other have seemed too slight or too sentimental.
(Maybe I am harder on her because we're sort of from the same tribe?
I don't know.) So I approached Someone
with some doubts. But I needn't have worried. This time Alice gets
it just right.
The bland title
and the nondescript cover seem appropriate for the narrator Marie.
The novel covers more than 60 years of her life, jumping back and
forth in time from her childhood in Brooklyn, her married life in
Queens, her old age. Marie has no great ambitions, unlike her older
brother Gabe, who is destined for the priesthood, but she is, as her
mother complains, “a bold piece”. Within her circumscribed world
she is a fierce observer of the everyday scenes that are both
straightforward and complex. And in each scene McDermott seems to
strike just the right tone. The humor is never forced, the grief is
never maudlin, the narrative is full of sentiment but never
sentimental.
Marie is an
ordinary woman leading an ordinary life, but McDermott imbues her
with a strong will and a tender heart, and I found the prose pitch
perfect and a pleasure to read.