Anita Shreve's best work to date is a compelling, disturbing often deeply moving read. She takes a potentially over-familiar story of a woman fleeing from a violent marriage and turns it into something which is thought-provoking without being didactic and gripping without resorting to melodrama.
The narrative opens with a New York-based journalist visiting the daughter of a woman who was the subject of a book and article written by the said journalist. She presents the girl with a bundle of notes and transcripts written by the girl's mother and so the narrative switches to the second woman, Maureen English, another journalist. Maureen appears to have an idyllic marriage to her husband, Harrold, the star foreign reporter at the New York magazine where they both work. But in private, Harrold is a drunken monster who regularly beats and rapes his wife. After an especially brutal ordeal at the hands of Harrold, Maureen decides that she has no choice, but to leave him, taking their daughter, Caroline with her.
Maureen may be an intelligent, articulate woman, but Harrold's violence has turned her into a hollow shell, devoid of self-esteem and self-respect. Fearing that Harrold will kill her if he ever tracks her down, she takes refuge in the sleepy fishing village of St. Hillaire on the Maine coast where she rents a seaside cottage and tries to build a new life for herself, all the time fearful that Harrold will find her. However, her life becomes even more complicated when she begins a relationship with a kind-hearted fisherman, Jack Strout, himself stuck in a miserable marriage.
Shreve's cool, clear prose perfectly evokes the bleakness of a small town in the grip of a freezing winter as well as the inner turmoil of Maureen or Mary Amesbury as she calls herself on arriving at St. Hillaire. She is every bit as sympathetic a heroine as the brave, compassionate Claire Dussois of 'Resistance'. However, the real strength of the novel lies in Shreve's narrative technique in which the testimony of Maureen/Mary is punctuated with extracts of interviews with natives of St. Hillaire who spoke to the other journalist, Helen Scofield when she was writing her article. This device shows how what might have been a clear-cut story is an awful lot more complicated, especially when we get more than one narrative voice. But maybe Shreve is trying to tell us that nothing is ever clear-cut and that the function of her text is to actively involve us in the storytelling process.