Lovesong by Alex Miller
This book is achingly sad – but it’s a funny sort of happy-sad.
It is a beautiful love story, metered through several lenses. We are accosted by the tale with Ken, a retiring novelist, but when it comes to the story itself he is not the teller of it. He and his circumstances are merely a frame for the tale. His presence and his wish to write the story makes us very aware, once we know all the tragic particulars of the story, of what we would be doing by judging.
I am very fond of this book, but it is sad. It hurts you, in a very human way – because all that hurt stems from love.