The Forgotten Waltz by Anne Enright (W.W. Norton, 2012).
I pulled this novel off the New Books shelf because of the author, Anne Enright, who has been staring at me from the cover of American Libraries on my desk at work all week. Apparently she received the Carnegie Medal for excellence in Fiction. Although she is an Irish novelist, she is nothing like Maeve Binchy. Her style is more like Gabriel Garcia Marquez, for whom plot is very much secondary to the crafting of individual sentences (which are lovely). Her characters seem to live in a vague, foggy world not entirely connected to reality, and are not very interested in how their actions affect others. These stylistic tendencies are typical of contemporary literature (which tends to disdain mere action) but don’t necessarily make for a good read.