I COULDN'T LOVE YOU MORE

Braiding the lives of mothers and daughters in England and Ireland across three generations, Freud explores the joys, heartbreaks, and aching enigmas of family bonds.

Freud’s gifts for female empathy and fluid storytelling are fully evident in her ninth novel, which follows the Kelly family from pre–World War II years to more modern times. The lineage begins with Aoife, whose plans for a more ambitious life than her mother’s are reshaped by her love for Cashel Kelly, “a man with Ireland in his blood” (read traditionalism and sternly fixed opinions). After the war, Cashel and Aoife give up their London pub and move back to Ireland with their three daughters to farm. But their rebellious oldest, Rosaleen, craves freedom and soon returns to London, claiming a career at a national newspaper though her job is in the mailroom. Still in her teens, Rosaleen has already met Felix—older, richer, a sculptor, the man who couldn’t love her more but who will turn away at the crucial moment. Freud’s menfolk often prove flawed, including Matt, the unreliable, alcoholic partner of another woman, Kate, whose life of art teaching and care for her daughter, Freya, become increasingly driven by the search for her birth mother. The bones of Freud’s story emerge predictably, taking in scenes at the pitiless Convent of the Sacred Heart in Cork, a home for unwed pregnant girls, where Rosaleen suffers the tirelessly punitive attentions of the nuns. Viewers of the movies Philomena and The Magdalene Sisters will feel on horribly familiar territory here while the later developments of the narrative for all three women offer more emotional intensity than surprises. Yet the author’s insight is apparent, both in her character studies and expression, as the ambiguity of the book’s title demonstrates.

A vivid, reliable saga of female experience.