Lisa Moore is a subtle writer, building up her picture of long-term bereavement and gradual recovery grain by grain, which draws in the reader to a wholly realised world, across thirty years of a woman's life.
Apart from the meticulously realised retelling of the (true) loss of all hands on a floating oil platform in the North Atlantic on 14 February 1982, there is not a vast amount of plot. But this isn't a shallow thriller, and plot is not Moore's main interest. Rather, she is interested in revealing depths and subtleties of character through the little (or major) incidents of their lives, overshadowed by the disaster. She does so in a non-linear fashion, like a conversation where people reminisce up and down through the well of time.
Individual chapters, particularly towards the end, would stand out as short stories in their own right, and Moore is not averse to introducing characters for single episodes, taking as much care to bring them to life as with the central half-dozen family members. However, the reader becomes especially close to Helen, and to her son John, the two very different individuals who dominate the narrative.
Of all the 2010 long-listed Booker novels, this is the only one which I found personally moving, as the accumulation of detail, especially of the minutiae of loss, becomes overwhelming across 300 pages. The pace never drags, and the characters remain true and fresh to the end. A very satisfying read - and a life-affirming book which surely deserves to win the Booker.