On its face, Elizabeth Strout's new novel, "Anything Is Possible," keenly draws a portrait of a small town where options are few, where everyone's business is everyone's business, and where verdicts rendered while young follow you your whole life.
In that way, it joins a vast genre, and elevates it.
Yet between the lines, this novel is something more: Without a single battle scene, or image of gore, or impassioned speech about the horrors of human conflict, "Anything Is Possible" is a haunting damnation of war.
Strout, winner of the 2009 Pulitzer Prize for fiction for "Olive Kitteridge," presents a sequel of sorts to last year's bestseller, "My Name Is Lucy Barton." That novel, set in a hospital room, revolved around a mother's surprise visit to her ailing daughter, Lucy Barton, who long ago left a brutally poor childhood in Amgash, Ill., to become a writer in New York City.
As mother and daughter delicately rekindle a relationship, they reminisce about common characters from the past, trading stories that are mostly poignant and often harrowing.
"Anything Is Possible" returns to those characters, but it's set years later, after the events of the hospital chats have played out. The effect is a little disconcerting, as if meeting someone about whom you've only heard gossip.
Indeed, it's not a bad idea to reread "Lucy Barton" before opening this one to reacquaint yourself with the townspeople of Amgash. For example, reading the name of Tommy Guptill in the opening chapter meant little until a reference about him being the school janitor.
The janitor! Without giving away too much, that word ignited a burst of recognition for the subtle kindness he once played in young Lucy Barton's life, which then cast him in a new light for the rest of the chapter.