A stunning new edition of Elizabeth Strout's modern classic
Olive Kitteridge might be described by some as a battle axe or as brilliantly pushy, by others as the kindest person they had ever met. Olive herself has always been certain that she is 100% correct about everything - although, lately, her certitude has been shaken.
This indomitable character appears at the centre of these narratives that comprise Olive Kitteridge. In each of them, we watch Olive, a retired schoolteacher, as she struggles to make sense of the changes in her life and the lives of those around her - always with brutal honesty, if sometimes painfully. Olive will make you laugh, nod in recognition, as well as wince in pain or shed a tear or two. We meet her stoic husband, bound to her in a marriage both broken and strong, and her own son, tyrannised by Olive's overbearing sensitivities. The reader comes away, amazed by this author's ability to conjure this formidable heroine and her deep humanity that infiltrates every page.
Olive Kitteridge might be described by some as a battle axe or as brilliantly pushy, by others as the kindest person they had ever met. Olive herself has always been certain that she is 100% correct about everything - although, lately, her certitude has been shaken.
This indomitable character appears at the centre of these narratives that comprise Olive Kitteridge. In each of them, we watch Olive, a retired schoolteacher, as she struggles to make sense of the changes in her life and the lives of those around her - always with brutal honesty, if sometimes painfully. Olive will make you laugh, nod in recognition, as well as wince in pain or shed a tear or two. We meet her stoic husband, bound to her in a marriage both broken and strong, and her own son, tyrannised by Olive's overbearing sensitivities. The reader comes away, amazed by this author's ability to conjure this formidable heroine and her deep humanity that infiltrates every page.
'As perfect a novel as you will ever read . . . So astonishingly good that I shall be reading it once a year for the foreseeable future and very probably for the rest of my life' Evening Standard on Olive Kitteridge
Perceptive, deeply empathetic . . . Olive is the axis around which these thirteen complex, relentlessly human narratives spin themselves into Elizabeth Strout s unforgettable novel in stories. O: The Oprah Magazine
Fiction lovers, remember this name: Olive Kitteridge. . . . You ll never forget her. . . . [Elizabeth Strout] constructs her stories with rich irony and moments of genuine surprise and intense emotion. . . . Glorious, powerful stuff. USA Today
Funny, wicked and remorseful, Mrs. Kitteridge is a compelling life force, a red-blooded original. When she s not onstage, we look forward to her return. The book is a page-turner because of her. San Francisco Chronicle
Olive Kitteridge still lingers in memory like a treasured photograph. Seattle Post-Intelligencer
Rarely does a story collection pack such a gutsy emotional punch. Entertainment Weekly
Strout animates the ordinary with astonishing force. . . . [She] makes us experience not only the terrors of change but also the terrifying hope that change can bring: she plunges us into these churning waters and we come up gasping for air. The New Yorker
Fiction lovers, remember this name: Olive Kitteridge. . . . You ll never forget her. . . . [Elizabeth Strout] constructs her stories with rich irony and moments of genuine surprise and intense emotion. . . . Glorious, powerful stuff. USA Today
Funny, wicked and remorseful, Mrs. Kitteridge is a compelling life force, a red-blooded original. When she s not onstage, we look forward to her return. The book is a page-turner because of her. San Francisco Chronicle
Olive Kitteridge still lingers in memory like a treasured photograph. Seattle Post-Intelligencer
Rarely does a story collection pack such a gutsy emotional punch. Entertainment Weekly
Strout animates the ordinary with astonishing force. . . . [She] makes us experience not only the terrors of change but also the terrifying hope that change can bring: she plunges us into these churning waters and we come up gasping for air. The New Yorker