Nothing wrong with fiction that is minimally challenging! These two novels don’t rise to the level of Great Literature, but they’re entertaining.
A Forty Year Kiss Nickolas Butler (2025) In Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, we first meet Charlie sitting on a barstool, waiting nervously for the arrival of Vivian, his ex-wife, whom he has not seen for forty years. Charlie is an alcoholic—not one who gets dead drunk but one who can’t stay away from liquor. At age 64, he has retired and is renovating a farm in Wisconsin that he’s inherited. He tells Vivian that he’s changed the wild ways of his youth and wants to reunite. Vivian, meanwhile, has been leading a hardscrabble life, taking care of her grandkids for her daughter, who is a single mother. Vivian is somewhat skeptical of Charlie, and their on-again-off-again re-romancing forms the basis of the novel. It’s a fairly slender thread on which to hang a plot, but Butler makes it work, with Charlie and Vivian both gradually unveiling their secrets. Oh, and the book starts and ends with a kiss. Aside from being set in the Midwest, this novel is quite unlike Butler’s two previous novels that I’ve reviewed, The Hearts of Men and Little Faith.
Hedge Jane Delury (2023) In 2012, middle-aged Maud takes a short-term job researching and restoring the gardens on a large estate in the Hudson Valley in New York. She was already seriously considering divorcing her husband (who has remained at their home in California), when she meets a co-worker, archeologist Gabriel. Sparks fly. Maud’s two daughters finish the school year and join her in New York, causing sparks of a different kind to fly. The novelist chronicles Maud’s family life over the next three years, with unexpected health challenges and the waxing and waning of relationships. I checked this book out of my local library because Maud is a garden historian—a person trained to reconstruct landscapes from the past. There are some fun gardening components of this novel, but the main themes are (1) people are imperfect and (2) life is messy. See also my review of The Balcony, Delury’s 2018 book of linked stories, here.
