Lydia's Party
By Margaret Hawkins
304 pages;
Viking
Chicago fiftysomething Lydia is preparing to give her annual
Bleak Midwinter Bash, a dinner party for six female pals that has livened up their Januaries for the past 19 years. While getting ready, she deplores how
her style options have changed over the years, from "carefree, seductive,
demure, bookish, sporty, sexily sporty, sexily bookish, sexily oblivious to how
sexy she really looked, recently brokenhearted and sexier than ever" to
simply "damage control." Worse still, she's still torn up about her failure
to make it as an artist. As the narrative shifts to Lydia's guests, there is
much to enjoy in Hawkins's incisive observations of what it's like to be
middle-aged, middle-class and, for the most part, well, pretty middling. The
saving grace? You'll like these women—even the calculating Norris,
who, unlike Lydia, hasn't let a little thing like friendship stop her from
becoming a successful painter. An upsetting revelation awaits; in the interim,
the story keeps you reading as it examines the gap between how we think we
build our destinies (alone, alone, alone) and how we actually build them: With
wine, chicken stew and people who will stay long after the party to help pick
up the pieces and vacuum under the couch.
— Susan Welsh