April and Oliver

April and Oliver
Tess Callahan
2009
326 pages
Published by Grand Central Publishing (Hachette Book Group)

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FTC disclosure: Yet another purchase by me. I fell prey to those buy one, get another one for 50% off tables. Damn bookstores (and I say that in the nicest way possible).

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I give you two blurbs, because I think the first one describes the story, and the second one offers some criticism.

From Publishers Weekly:

In this memorable debut, Callahan offers a uniquely funereal love story that focuses on a stagnant friendship-turned-untenable romance between unlikely life-long friends. To deal with the death of her immediate family, as well as the scars of childhood abuse, April assumes the role of the jaded wild child; Oliver, her once-inseparable childhood companion, has become her polar opposite, an engaged law student poised for success. Estranged during Oliver’s college years, the two reconnect with troubling results. Callahan’s descriptions are vivid, and often paired with charming flashbacks to more innocent times, providing stark contrast to the tumultuous course of April and Oliver’s young-adult lives. Callahan’s narrative takes some supporting-character detours from the principles’ love-hate relationship, including an abusive boyfriend; a manipulative and dangerous family friend, and April’s strong-but-slipping Nana. Callahan’s poetic style and grasp of emotion gives proper weight to April’s loss and Oliver’s secrets, and is sure to engage, sadden, and enthrall readers, especially in a bittersweet, somewhat surprising finale.

From The Washington Post:

Tess Callahan’s first novel, “April & Oliver,” offers up young lovers who are all bad timing and botched encounters and smoldering passion. Childhood friends, the two are separated by time and an unhappy shared history, but they come together again when April’s beloved younger brother dies in a car accident. By then, unfortunately, there is another woman in the picture; decent Oliver, who is in law school, is engaged to Bernadette, who teaches disabled children with saintly joy, but it is troubled and troubling April whom Oliver can’t forget. With her unstudied sexiness, vulnerability and intelligence, April exerts an irresistible attraction: She’s a girl in need of protection from her own grief and bad choices, and Oliver wants desperately to help her. In trying to persuade us of the caliber of this couple’s response to each other, Callahan’s prose is occasionally overwrought. There’s a little too much electricity rippling across skin, a little too much warmth radiating from thighs. Oliver’s jaw is chiseled, and April smells sometimes like the sea, sometimes like “grass after heavy rain.” At one point, Oliver’s eyes are described as “luminous as glacial ice, those radiant cobalt crevices lit from within.” This kind of description focuses our attention on the least complicated (and, in the end, least interesting) aspect of love: its superficial thrill. When Oliver’s brother says impatiently, “Just get it out of your systems already. It’s only sex, you know,” we’re inclined to agree with him. But Callahan wants the couple’s attraction to be about more than sex. April and Oliver are also soul mates, and many readers will find their bumpy road compelling, a sensitive and emotional account of two people grappling with the complicated force of mutual attraction when it strikes the right people at the wrong time.

I happened to love this book. I loved the flawed characters, and the contrast between April and Oliver (especially how you think Oliver is the golden child and then he turns out to be a total wanker in a few scenes), and the slightly seedy settings (to go with some of the slightly seedy characters), and the ending. And honestly, I just didn’t notice the overwrought prose, but then if the story is compelling I tend to tune out the prose.