A review by acsaper
I'll Take You There by Wally Lamb

2.0

Weird. I love Wally Lamb so so much. I know this much is true, She's come undone, We are water...some of my favorite books of...all time? And this just falls so so short. It feels like it's supposed to be an homage to, or recognition of, struggles of American women in the past century. But, it falls so so short of actually doing that. And, the narrative feels so forced and awkward. Which, is entirely off kilter for the Wally Lamb that I love who usually drags me deep deep into his narratives and characters. Here I could get interested in Felix, let alone his rambling laments or the characters he relieved through his whacky film memories. A letter to a daughter perhaps? Or an homage to a mother? Seems like that might've been the intent. But whatever's going on, I guess I just missed it.