There were times when the narrative became a tad overly philosophical but for the most part, I enjoyed the subtle, sideways way of getting to know both narrator and Molly Fox. Although the current day was occasionally difficult to follow amongst the musings about their shared past, I found the way in which it all came together to create a picture of their friendship and the pockets of secrecy maintained in spite of said friendship to be fascinating. There is a definite sense of the different faces or roles we put on for the world, something that Molly, as an actress, and the narrator, as a playwright, certainly understand better than most. The idea of what we show the world, what we show only a few special people, what we keep hidden, and what we keep hidden even from ourselves runs throughout the narrative. And identity, the nature of artifice and truth, is a major theme here. The narration is rather oblique and the secondary characters only briefly come onto the stage of the pages. This is very much a poetic character driven narrative so those looking for a strong plot will not find it here. Instead, it is a well done, introspective novel that examines the nature of art and acting and how the roles we all inhabit so seamlessly play into our daily lives and our friendships.
Thanks to the publisher for sending me a copy of this book to review.