I wonder how many names Elizabeth Strout shortlisted before settling on the name of 'Olive Kitteridge'. This name rolls off your tongue and somehow fits the protagonist to a T. She is cantankerous and brusque but underneath the tough facade, she yearns only for love and companionship. You feel her loneliness when her husband, Henry, dies, and she is left alone, with her only son married to a woman she does not know. The book ends on a hopeful note and you wonder what happens next. ( )

he thirteen short stories that make up Elizabeth Strout's Olive Kitteridge all feature the main character at least once. Sometimes she's the center of it. Sometimes she's a passing reference between two other people who live in her small Maine town. It moves roughly chronologically, beginning when Olive and her husband Henry are already older and headed toward retirement (though the first story, about Henry, is mostly a flashback), and their son Christopher is an adult. Olive negotiates her relationships with her family and her community at large as they all change, slowly but inexorably...or, often just as aggravatingly for her, don't change much at all.

Though many of the lives we encounter look at least moderately happy on the surface, there's often profound sadness lurking underneath. This is not new territory, suburban dysfunction and familial drama, and while there's nothing special plot-wise it's Strout's skill as a writer that makes this book shine. Each story is a whole unto itself but subtly builds to create a full picture of Olive, her strengths and her flaws. She can be infuriating, as when she deals with the fear from finding herself the victim of a crime by berating her husband, and she can be deeply relatable and sympathetic, like when she overhears her new daughter-in-law mocking the dress she made herself for their wedding. She is stubborn and proud and controlling and rendered with profound emotional truth. Strout never has to explicitly ascribe these qualities to Olive, because she understands the power of showing rather than telling, which she does in spare-yet-lovely prose.

As in any short story collection, some entries are stronger than others. I loved the first one, "Pharmacy" about Olive's husband's long-ago infatuation with a shy technician at his pharmacy, and two where Olive is only a background mention, "Winter Concert" and "Ship in a Bottle". Some others, like "Tulips" and "The Piano Player", failed to move me. But one of the upsides to reading short stories is that even if you don't care for a particular story, it'll be over soon! I'll be honest, I was not looking forward to reading this book, because it felt like I was in a rut of books that were interconnected vignettes without strong central plots and I wanted to read something with more structure. Happily, though, it's good enough that I found myself very much enjoying it and I'd highly recommend it even if you're skeptical of short stories! ( )

Really liked it at first, and bits of it all along; the writing is very good. But there were no happy characters, it seemed, no one who was contented with their lot. And a whole lot of adulterers. Which sounds like I object on religious grounds--not at all, just on the grounds that there might have been ONE happy couple in the bunch, you'd think. ( )

If ever a book reached into my chest and took my still-beating heart in its fist, this one did. Elizabeth Strout's writing is so evocative I felt like I was standing on a cliff overlooking a pebbled Maine beach and breathing the salt air. (Oh how I wish...!) Her characters are so alive. But now I am bereft. How can Olive be gone from my life? Ah, but there's a new book! Brb just need to add my name to the queue at the library... ( )

Wonderful. Real, compassionate, believable. Reminds me of Michael Cunningham. ( )