Interlocking tales of some tortured moms and dads living high on the hog in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
I do not know why I kept reading Motherland, I didn’t connect with any of the characters and I was seriously worried about the safety of all their children. I had enjoyed her previous novel, Prospect Park West, mostly because as a New York mom myself I am not immune to the pleasures of schadenfreude. But with this book, I couldn’t enjoy any of it because everyone was just so utterly miserable and it was easy to see how it was all their own damn faults.
I do have to credit Amy Sohn with her talent for astute cultural commentary, and despite my feelings about this book I’m sure I’ll read her next one.