What a huge disappointment! I had such high hopes for more of Julia Alvarez's brilliance, perhaps in the style of In the Time of the Butterflies or something similar. However, this book was a meandering, boring, and unengaging mess. It felt trite and lacking in any real substance. Man, Julia, what on earth happened to you? I truly believe she has been writing YA lit for far too long. This particular book seemed like YA lit that had been sloppily edited in an attempt to masquerade as adult literature. From what I can recall, it had something to do with smallpox, orphans, and a woman who time travels in dreams or something equally convoluted. God, I don't even want to think about it anymore. It was just that bad. The only reason it managed to get two stars was due to my lingering affection for Julia Alvarez's better works. When she's on her game, she can be truly amazing, but this one was straight up painful to read.
AWFUL. I can't believe I even picked this book back up after I motored through HP7. What a waste of time. It is extremely redundant, which actually hurts my writerly soul.
Previously I had said that I've only just begun this book, so it's hard to say how good it will end up being.
The novel follows Alma, a 49-year-old woman attempting to pull herself out of a depressive funk while also attempting to write another novel. However, she keeps finding herself sidetracked by the novel's side research - a sea voyage in which a rectoress and 22 orphan boys are being used as carriers for the first smallpox vaccination. (Those of you who know me well are likely not surprised as I do enjoy a good disease book.)
The chapters alternate between Alma's story, as her husband travels to the DR and she stays home to finish the novel (and thus far also to wallow in self pity), and the story of the ship's crew as they travel on their mission of mercy. This is a very tough literary tactic for a writer to utilize successfully, this hopping back and forth, and I haven't yet decided whether it's working for me.
Thus far, the smallpox side of the story is the more compelling half. It has the potential to be a great historical account, but the redundancy in the writing is really dragging it down. I hope the author can pick up the pace and add more depth to the characters and the plot as the story progresses. Otherwise, this will just be another forgettable read.