Melody Murray's Books

I loathed this book. From the overwrought opening to the loathsome nameless narrator, from the mealymouthed murderer to the unfairly maligned dead chick, I hated it all. I was pretty sure that I didn't like it right up till our nameless narrator cut out the first wife's inscription from a book of poetry. At that point I knew I was in the wrong book.The dead wife seems to me to be the only strong character. The prose was purple, the narrator so conventional and doormatty that every time she opened her mouth I flinched. The intimations of sexual deviance on the part of the first wife made me crazy. The overdone symbolism rubbed me the wrong way. In short, I found nothing whatsoever redeeming in this classic.Sorry, Maudies, I read it on the strength of your collective love, and failed to find in it what y'all found. Maybe if I'd read it when I was a kid. Negative 45 stars.