When I picked up Elizabeth Strout’s new novel Lucy by the Sea, I knew a few things. I knew that I’d be greeted with familiar characters - as all of her novels inform and draw from one another in a truly unique way. I knew that the cadence of Lucy’s voice would carry through with familiar phrases - “I remember that…” I knew that the book took place during the early days of the pandemic on the coast of Maine.
But what I didn’t know was how close it would hit to home, reminding me of the uncertainty, the fear, the lack of guidance, the unknowns of 2020.
I’ve read a handful of books that have taken place during the pandemic. Most of them have missed the mark in some way. They’ve felt rushed, maybe even unfinished, perhaps trying to jump ahead in the game when it comes to having something to say about what we’ve all gone through… before it’s been processed by the author themselves.
That was not the case with Lucy by the Sea.
In Lucy by the Sea, Strout has found a way to tackle the pandemic as a character in and of itself in her nuanced, thoughtful, and achingly beautiful way. If you’ve read her other books, you’ll read this latest one with rapt attention, just as if you were listening to a friend talk about their experiences of 2020… of loss and love and change and the things that stayed the same.
Maybe in part because of our location in New England - and now specifically in Maine - the stories she brought up and the attitudes that were portrayed were particularly familiar. I remember hearing instances of angry residents being unwelcoming to out of staters who sought refuge in Maine, I remember being fearful of crossing state borders even into New Hampshire (those borders ten minutes down the road that never felt like an obstacle before) and feeling hesitant even when we started house hunting up here with our Massachusetts license plates in 2021 (though of course, we had no issues…).
The entire book tugged at my heart in a way few others have (just as much as Olive Kitteridge, which is my all-time favorite) I think because it brought up all of those emotions, all of those memories, we’ve been so quick to slide away as we try to grapple with our new normal. It’s all still so new, so fresh, so raw, and as a society, we’ve been unwilling and are ill-equipped to process our collective trauma and grief.
It made me think and feel in ways I wasn’t prepared for. But I found I welcomed the tears as they came and the gasps and sighs as they escaped my lips. While you don’t have to read her other books before reading Lucy by the Sea, know that this book is the chef’s kiss of the conglomeration.
Have you read it? Is it on your reading list? I’m aching to talk about it more in-depth, but don’t want to give any spoilers away. Let me know in the comments!