It's at this point that the narration hook goes from clever to a bit redundant and when I found myself beginning to lose interest in things. When a girl on the team is murdered at a nearby highway rest stop—the same rest stop where Paul made a gruesome discovery years ago—the parents suddenly find themselves adrift. The interactions of mothers,daughters,fathers,swim team mates and parents of daily life activities. It took me a while to get used to the repetition. Even th I really struggled to engage with the writing style with this one. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Short chapters also help moved things along so beware if you're reading before bed, you might stay up too late.
At times I felt like I was reading someone's writing assignment to show this certain style. I wonder if the book was written in a more traditional style, if I would have found it better. Water that talks and doorknobs that remember. Chris becomes obsessed with unmasking the killer. I know this review sounds like I hate the book.
The mothers aren't the only ones watching the swim team. This is the book with the swim team setting. Is this some kind of Puritan hold-over, that people want other people to see that they are not doing anything against God behind closed doors? A bright New England day that is almost spring, but not quite. From Yannick Murphy, award-winning author of The Call, comes a fast-paced story of murder, adultery, parenthood, and romance, involving a girls' swim team, their morally flawed parents, and a killer who swims in their midst. . We learn about the parents, in particular two women, Annie and Chris.
It felt as though one was inside many of them, understanding the situation from each of their perspectives. But Annie's world is about to change. The point was proven after the first ten times it was described, the second ten times was just repetitive--like the book! Annie finds herself falling in love. This is you in the foyer, thinking about how the burnt rubber smells almost like gunpowder after a shot has been fired, and this leads to you thinking about how your older brother, who was fifty-four, shot himself in the head two years ago because his wife had told him that week that she wanted to leave him. Like Murphy's acclaimed 2011 novel The Call, This Is the Water is an attempt to marry something resembling book-club fiction with an audacious, potentially off-putting formal experiment. When a girl on the team is murdered at a nearby highway rest stop - the same rest stop where Paul made a gruesome discovery years ago - the parents suddenly find themselves adrift.
This book was better than I expected and I highly recommend, especially for Mothers who would do anything to make sure their child was safe! Water, the book's central motif, evokes that predictable continuity. Annie finds herself falling in love. But the end result is a tiresome pain in the rear. This Is the Water might have been a stronger, more haunting narrative at a shorter word count, and with a less charitable attitude toward its heroine. This is the book you should read for yourself! When a girl on the team is murdered at a nearby highway rest stop—the same spot where Paul made a gruesome discovery years ago—Annie and her fellow swim-parents find themselves adrift. As a New England newbie, I appreciate Murphy's descriptions of New England, particularly how you can see right into people's houses at night. She imagined how fun it would be to be a painter, and to have those colors to work with all of the time and be able to paint anything you see before your eyes.
The book is style over substance and those style choices are so off-putting that though I pushed a bit past the 50 page mark, I cannot justify wasting any more time on this one. They pulled her inside, where she thrashed and tried to escape, and where they kept her for three days with tape on her mouth and over her eyes. As a series of startling events unfold, Annie discovers what it means to follow your intuition, even if love, as well as lives, could be lost. This is you wondering how he was able to do it, having teenage children he would leave behind, and how much blood there was, and how fucking stupid he was. The writing as well as everything that happened. In the brightly lit public pool the killer swims and watches.
I was looking for a mystery, but found a book mostly about swimming and the personal lives of the team's parents. Chris is busy trying to discover whether or not Paul is really having an affair, and the swimmers are trying to shave milliseconds off their race times by squeezing themselves into skin-tight bathing suits and visualizing themselves winning their races. It became quite tedious to be constantly in their thoughts, particularly when the thoughts were mostly negative. The turns are hard to do, but the coaches want the swimmers to use them because they save so much time. She could hang it beside all of the other ribbons strung up on that string from all of her six years as a swimmer.
And while the novel has a central figure in Annie, the conflicted mother who wonders why her husband isn't giving her the affection she wants and whether she's attracted to the husband of a friend, the middle third of this novel feels less like it's developing the characters and situations from the first third and more like it's treading water pun not intended. Annie is busy getting to know Paul, who flirts with Annie despite the fact that he's married to her friend Chris, and despite Annie's greying hair and crow's feet. Chris is busy trying to discover whether or not Paul is really having an affair, and the swimmers are trying to shave milliseconds off their race times by squeezing themselves into skin-tight bathing suits and visualizing themselves winning their races. Jessie is singing a song to herself: She is singing, This old man, he played one. It has so much to offer emotionally and it is so intriguing. But they feel necessary and feel like the are driving the plot forward, even when they have nothing to do with the plot.
Her thoughts are highly introspective as she reflects on Thomas and her marriage as she drives backwards and forwards to swimming practice or to away swimming meets where the highly competitive atmosphere seems far more important to the parents than most of the young swimmers. Her tears mixing with pool water dripping from her hair, which she just removed from her cap. This is a very unusual novel, the writing format takes a few chapters to get used to and I know many may not push through this book because of it, but I encourage you to do so. The other parents feelings towards the other swimmers, the competitiveness, the slog of taking children to daily training sessions. The effect on the reader is hypnotic, if also numbing over the long haul.