THAT SUMMER

Revenge for a long-ago assault takes the form of an elaborate long con.

"She is fifteen years old that summer, a thoughtful, book-struck girl...." Weiner's new novel opens with a prologue set during Diana's idyllic summer on Cape Cod, babysitting for a lovely family, hanging out with the other nannies, and meeting a cute boy named Poe who hands her a red Solo cup on what she is certain will be the best night of her life. The reader is not so sure. In the next chapter, we meet an unhappy housewife named Daisy Shoemaker, nee Diana, who receives an invitation to a fancy birthday party in wine country that is meant for a different Diana, one whose email address is one character different than hers. When her reply to that email is answered immediately by the other Diana, rather than the party giver, she doesn't suspect there's some kind of phishing going on. Again, the wily reader is not fooled. But there's a whole lot of book left, and we still don't know exactly what happened in Cape Cod, or which Diana is which, and whatever happened to that ominously named Poe? The strongest character in this book has little to do with the main plot—it's Daisy's rebel daughter, Beatrice, who creates some comic relief with her irritated thoughts and dead-mouse taxidermy projects. "Maybe I'm dead and this is hell: my mom quoting John Mayer songs and talking about orgasms." Fans will enjoy references to the murder plot of Weiner's previous novel, Big Summer (2020), and sprinklings of Weiner's signature descriptions of food and cooking. But the stereotyped characters, the contrived morality-tale plot, and the amount of preaching are not worthy of this author.

Socialist realism for the #MeToo era.