My Real Children

This novel is bookended with another common trope in recent fiction: a confused old woman with dementia remembering things incorrectly. OR IS SHE? From there, we move for a few chapters into her conventional life in WWII England, including the death of relatives in the war, the unexpected kindness of strangers, the frustration of hypocritical sexism and homophobia, and so on. Everything seems more or less typical and familiar, though the story is interesting enough to hold my attention, assisted by unobtrusive prose. Continue reading My Real Children