Haunted by ghosts from his past and memories of his dead wife, Harper Montgomery finds his world thrown off its axis when a pregnant teenager whom he has never met shows up on his doorstep asking for a home.
I can only imagine what my fellow subway passengers must have thought of me, as I brushed the tears away from my eyes while popping Cheerios into my Ergo’ed daughter’s mouth as we hurtled through Brooklyn. T. Greenwood’s Two Rivers just about slew me, in the best possible way. She artfully assembles a cast of characters who feel like family, and sets them on an irrevocable course towards a salvific destruction. In lesser hands, the story would have turned maudlin or become buried in tedious metaphor. Greenwood employs plain yet evocative prose that heartbeats with experiences that are as real as any I’ve had myself.
I’ve been a fan of Greenwood’s ever since I read Nearer than the Sky back when it was published in 1999. I would love to see her find a wider audience. I imagine Two Rivers will whet readers’ appetites for much, much more. If you enjoy books by Anne Tyler or the more realistic works of Joyce Carol Oates, then T. Greenwood is an author you need to add to your shelf.