I read two novels both written in the voice of a
young woman, and these very different voices are wonderfully evoked by the
authors. In Anne Enright's The Forgotten Waltz a 33 year old Irish woman careens through marriage and an
affair with a married man, in which there is precious little romance. Enright's
prose perfectly captures the voice and world-view of this woman: the
carelessness, her disregard of consequences. There's not much more of a tale
here, but the voice is the heart of the matter. Miriam Toews' Irma
Voth is a more substantial story of a late-teen woman
who leaves her Mennonite family in rural Mexico, with two much younger sisters,
to escape the repression of their father. There is an fertile conceit of a
filmmaker who employs Irma as a translator on his film about a Mennonite
couple. Events revealed towards the end of the novel add a layer of deep
reflection for her. Irma is quite uneducated in books and the world. Toews
perfectly captures this very different voice: the uncertainty, the
other-worldiness, the complete unawareness of modern life. First person novels
can be a risky business, but Toews and Enright have both nailed it.
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