What is it with modern day books depicting unmarried woman as leading sad lives that involve never leaving their childhood homes? And more importantly, what is it with me finding these books?
Kate Morton’s The Distant Hours revolved around both a modern young editor and three older sisters. It was about the sisters lives during WWII (with the editor’s mother) combined with the modern tale of the editor and her meeting the sisters. It wasn’t a bad read but… seriously? Why must it be SO depressing?
Moreover, is there an issue here with twentieth century women who do not marry? It’s a motif I have stumbled upon at least twice now, and I have to say, I’m not a fan.
So a woman has sisters who are close knit. So she does not marry. So life gets fucked up when they’re in their late teens/early twenties. That does NOT MEAN they have to forget their dreams and sit at home singing “woe is me” songs. Ruing their lot in life. It was their choice to stay there.
But why is this even coming up repeatedly? Is it a leftover mentality from the age of spinsterhood, that a woman without a husband is deduced to a depressed shell? This is definitely a topic that needs more thought and, more importantly, more evidence. Are there any other books about unmarried sisters not leaving home and leading depressing lives? Are there any about unmarried sisters who still remain close despite living content and independent lives?
I may be on a hunt now.