{"id":13738,"date":"2025-01-26T22:39:12","date_gmt":"2025-01-26T22:39:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/?p=13738"},"modified":"2025-01-26T22:42:06","modified_gmt":"2025-01-26T22:42:06","slug":"intermezzo","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/intermezzo\/","title":{"rendered":"Intermezzo"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>(by Sally Rooney)<\/p>\n<p>I wasn&#8217;t sure I wanted to read a book about a pair of brothers (who are ten years apart in age and not particularly close to one another) whose father has just died; family dramas are not always my thing. But it&#8217;s Sally Rooney, so added to the family drama we have romantic entanglements, with a side of anxiety and neurosis. Around page 314 of 448 I found myself getting extremely grumpy with the hang-ups of Peter, the elder brother, who feels he needs to choose between Sylvia (his ex, whom he still loves&#8212;she broke up with him after she was badly injured in an accident because she didn&#8217;t want him to wind up resenting her for her\/their new reality) and Naomi (his younger girlfriend, who was supposed to be just a casual fling until they both caught feelings). Dude: if you love two people and they both love you and they are both good with you having a relationship with both of them, why would you not try? But then around page 430 or so I felt like all the characters redeemed themselves, and there I was sitting on my couch in tears as I read the last eighteen pages. I like that this book is ultimately hopeful, about love and about life; I like that it ends with a sense of possibility.<\/p>\n<p>I see that this book&#8217;s prose style has been, um, divisive, but the use of quotation (from Shakespeare, from Edna St. Vincent Millay, from Joyce, and more) and the nod to a Joycean or Woolfian stream of consciousness worked for me. And, as always, I am a sucker for list-like descriptions of cityscapes and other landscapes. I mean, I love this kind of thing, from a passage about Peter&#8217;s commute one day: &#8220;Wide grey streets around the Green, buses slowing to a stop, wheel and cry of gulls overhead. Leaves rustle over the park gates. Barred windows of Ship Street then and the vans reversing. Blue clearing in the white clouds, rain-washed cobbles. River dissected by the glitter of sunlight, Grattan Bridge. Copper stepped saucer dome over Portland stone balustraded parapet, dirty green cap in daylight, the Four Courts.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>At times the book&#8217;s structure felt a little too schematic to me&#8212;Peter is dating a younger woman; his younger brother Ivan is dating an older woman; both Peter and the older woman, Margaret, are anxious about how others will perceive them due to their relationships and fear the &#8220;disorder&#8221; or &#8220;disarray&#8221; that these relationships might be bringing to their lives&#8212;but ultimately there was more I liked in this book than not.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>(by Sally Rooney) I wasn&#8217;t sure I wanted to read a book about a pair of brothers (who are ten years apart in age and not particularly close to one another) whose father has just died; family dramas are not always my thing. But it&#8217;s Sally Rooney, so added to the family drama we have [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13738","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13738","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13738"}],"version-history":[{"count":19,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13738\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13759,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13738\/revisions\/13759"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13738"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13738"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13738"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}