Continuing my review series The Twelve
Reads of Christmas, for the third day I’m reviewing Three Wishes by Liane Moriarty.
I love Moriarty’s books. This was her
first, way back in 2003 (Baby Duck was just a hatchling!), but it doesn’t read
like a first novel. She has fabulous control of voice, and can be
laugh-out-loud funny and deeply moving all on the same page. When she changes
point of view, you know it immediately from the differing word choices and
sentence constructions.
Three Wishes begins with a prologue which
switches seamlessly between several different narrators – an uptight mother, a
waitress, a random guy on a blind date – all telling the story of a crazy
incident at a restaurant, where three sisters – triplets! – were having a great
night out celebrating their birthday, until suddenly a huge argument blew up,
ending in one sister being stabbed in her very pregnant stomach with a fork and
another collapsing in a faint and breaking her jaw. These different narrators
are clearly differentiated and nicely observed.
But why did this happy occasion come to
such an abrupt and violent end? As the triplets’ mother asks, “what in the
world started it?”. That’s the question the novel sets out to answer.
“You could argue that it started
thirty-four years ago”, Chapter One begins, when the girls’ parents met, had
unprotected sex and became young unwilling parents. At least, that’s how Gemma,
the commitment-phobic drifter sister, would put it.
“Cat would argue that if she was going to
start with their conception, then why not go back through their entire family
tree? Why not go back to the apes? Why not start with the Big Bang? I guess I
did really, Gemma would chortle – Mum and Dad’s big bang. Oh funn-y, Cat would
say. Let’s look at it logically, Lyn would interrupt. Quite clearly, it started
the night of the spaghetti.
And Lyn, quite naturally, would be right.”
–
all of which give an amusing insight into the sisters’ relationships. Cat,
desperate for a baby and dumped by her husband on “the night of the spaghetti”,
would argue till her last breath, just for the fun of it. Lyn, the uptight perfectionist,
is always right, though even her “perfect” life has its problems, including a
teenage stepdaughter. Not as big as the problems sweet dreamy Gemma has been
hiding from them all, though.
The sisters’ relationship is at the heart
of the novel, full of the love and hate, old arguments and remembered injuries,
passionate loyalty and childhood memories, that bind any siblings. Moriarty
does family relationships in a marvellously entertaining but very real way. You’re
nodding along, seeing things you recognise even as you’re laughing at the
over-the-top antics of the trio.
The chapters alternate between the sisters’
points of view, starting with Cat’s and the infamous night of the spaghetti.
The story then weaves its way through the tangle of their lives till it arrives
once more at the restaurant of the start, only this time we know what’s going
on and how important this night is for all three.
There are also amusing email exchanges
between the sisters, and funny glimpses of the sisters’ past, little vignettes
narrated by complete strangers about a moment when the lives of the girls
influenced their own all unknowingly. This nicely illustrates the theme flowing
through the novel of the interconnectedness of people’s lives, as well as being
a clever way of introducing family history without interrupting the present-day
story.
We get to know each of the sisters very
well and care deeply about what happens to them. They are warm, funny, and loving
– as well as occasionally bitchy, mean and point-scoring. Very real, in other
words. There are developments in the story that felt inevitable, as well as
twists you never saw coming, and the plot races along, full of the energy that
sparks between the sisters whenever they’re together.
It’s a great read; often funny, sometimes
poignantly real. If you like stories about relationships and the give-and-take
of life, this is one birthday dinner you won’t want to miss.
Coming on the fourth day of Christmas, some
non-fiction for a change of pace: The
4-Hour Work Week by Timothy Ferriss.
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