"Second-novelist Hays beautifully captures a husband's grief as he watches his beloved wife slip into Alzheimer's. 'My wife has gone,' ventures narrator Prate Marshbanks in the first sentence, and by this he means that Irene, his companion of 50 years, has begun to forget how to drive, cook, and take care of herself; sometimes she even forgets who her husband is. Prate is 75, a prickly, do-it-yourself house painter in Greenville, South Carolina, who adores his cultured wife, a former teacher, for having chosen him over more promising suitors. Although he initially resists the urgings of her doctor and of their only son, Newell, to put Irene in a nursing home, Prate finally recognizes that he can no longer give her the constant, watchful care she needs. Visiting her for hours daily at Rolling Hills, he learns in dismay that 'the less you could take care of yourself, the less you were taken care of.' Newell, an overworked widower in North Carolina, needs to spend time at an artist colony in order to churn out paintings, so he leaves his reticent, bookish nine-year-old son, Jackson, in his father's care for six weeks. The setup is complete when Billie, the lonely single gal next door, turns out to be an admirer of Newell's work and insinuates herself into the household by helping to entertain Jackson. The plot is driven forward by Irene and Jackson's beneficial impact on each other, and by the predictable progression of Billie and Newell's romance. The crux of this affecting story, however, is the delineation of Prate's love and sorrow as he helplessly witnesses the degeneration of his wife's fine mind. When she fails to recognize their home, for example, he feels 'like a plug had been pulled and our lifetime together was draining away.' Colloquial in tone, braced by its narrator's stoic, plainspoken candor, Hays's latest outing feels timely and true. An intimate, loving portrait of a dreaded disease's devastating effects."—Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
Tommy Hays is executive director of the Great Smokies Writing Program at the University of North Carolina at Asheville and creative writing chair for the Academy at the South Carolina Governor's School for the Arts and Humanities. His novel In The Family Way received the Thomas Wolfe Memorial Literary Award in 2000 and was a choice of the Book-of-the-Month Club. He is a graduate of Furman University and the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College. He lives in Asheville, North Carolina, with his wife and two children.
My wife has gone. I can’t say that I blame her. After fifty years, Irene had probably had enough of keeping up my end of the conversation with family and friends, while I slipped outside to weed the garden or drove over to Pete’s for a piece of pie and a cup of coffee and talk that didn’t send my blood pressure through the roof.
She had probably had enough of my temper, my dark moods, my foul mouth, my all-around disagreeable self.