![]() ![]() Tall, big God she was a strange woman.”Įlizabeth Strout’s first book about Olive, “Olive Kitteridge,” was published in 2008. ![]() Says her second husband Jack Kennison as he considers her attraction, “She had an honesty - was it an honesty? - she had something about her.” He liked the “Olive-ness” of her and thought, “Olive Kitteridge. If there’s anything amusing about her, it’s the magnetism with which she draws people to her in spite of her rough edges. She would be one to speak her mind at town meeting or say what she thinks at the coffee shop regardless of who overhears. Rooted in New England sensibilities, Olive has traits we know. ![]() She is real to me, her blunt candor a force I do not at first find charming or endearing, as many do, but that is, eventually, irresistible and cause for deep thought. When I read any of the linked stories in “Olive, Again,” a new collection of fiction by Elizabeth Strout, I stop thinking of Olive as a character in a book. 304 pages.įew people, fictional or otherwise, make me cringe like Olive Kitteridge does. ![]()
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