Pan, the curiously nicknamed narrator of Brownrigg’s (The Delivery Room
) trim latest, has come to realize the truth in the old saying, “What goes around comes around.” It’s been five years since her husband, Alan, left his wife for her, and she’s disenchanted that their married lovemaking isn’t as passionate as their adulterous action was. Plus, Alan barely helps around the house, Pan’s not exactly enamored of her stepsons, and Alan is still hopelessly entangled with his combative ex, Theresa. So when Richard, a kindhearted envelope salesman, walks into the stationery store where Pan clerks, a harmless one-sided romance blooms in the form of letters Richard leaves for her. Of course, when Alan finds Richard’s letters, he’s less than understanding. The early charms of this novel, including an absorbing rendering of a suffocating and dreary marriage, soon wear thin: Pan becomes increasingly precious as an episode from her past is clumsily offered as an explanation for her disaffection, and her obtuseness about her meanness toward Theresa is frustrating. The setup is there, but the follow-through doesn’t deliver. (May)
