|The aliens are with us.|
But, life is good. Even though the typical gender roles are reversed and I'm the breadwinner while my hubby runs the household, I can honestly buy in to that whole domestic bliss thing. I cannot say the same for Mr. and Mrs. Bridge's lives--our topic of conversation for today.
Meet Mrs. Bridge.
Okay, let me add a quick sidebar here--the whole reason I picked this book up is because it's written in short chunks that I could actually get read while potty training my middle child. Yes, the three-year-old. I'm so embarrassed.
Mrs. Bridge has everything. A cook, a laundress, three beautiful children, a successful husband. But she is bored beyond belief. I don't know how he does it, especially in his era and as a man, but Connell takes aim at the "Cult of Domesticity" myth and blasts it to smithereens. We see her listlessness and feelings of uselessness as her children grow up and apart from her while her husband operates in a whole other plane of existence (i. e. "the office"). There's a pervading sense of loneliness and isolation throughout the whole book. But, even though she is privileged, mildly racist, and full of inane platitudes--you really feel for her. This book totally got 5 stars in GoodReads.
Now Mr. Bridge is another story.
Here's the quandary. I own both these books. Can I, in good conscience, split them up? Like I said, I loved Mrs. Bridge. Can I donate Mr. Bridge back to the library? Or, because they are a matched set do they really need to stay together? Right now, they are sitting in two different piles of books--a trial separation, if you will. I can't decide if I'll grant them a literary divorce or send them both to the library donation pile. What would you do?