Butterflies in November
By Brian FitzGibbon (Translator), Auur Ava Ólafsdóttir
296 pages;
Grove Press, Black Cat
What if the day your husband left you for another, younger woman
(who also happens to be pregnant with his child), you did not sob, scream, eat
chocolate, drink a bottle of cheap merlot or call your mother? What if,
instead, you made your soon-to-be ex-husband a goose supper, bought a
million-dollar-winning lotto ticket and set off for holiday with your best
friend's son around Iceland’s Ring Road? In this winsome and whimsical novel,
nothing is strictly realistic and you can be absolutely free from having to
worry or freak out —thank
God!—about our middle-age heroine falling into a pit of
despair. Instead expect her to survive with grace and courage, due to very real
moments of humor (the lunch at the boy's globally sensitive nursery school
includes "black olives, fermented whale, mozzarella, feta cheese, French
goat's cheese, blood pudding, dried fish and mushrooms") and very real
moments of feeling—such as the unexpected kinship that a childless
middle-age woman and a deaf, visually impaired boy can develop on a road trip
with no end.
— Leigh Newman