There were authorial interjections (more in Lotto's section than in Mathilde's) that were clearly meant to mimic a Greek chorus but they were instead unnecessary and their information was obvious to any intelligent reader. Instead, the book was overwrought and pretentious. The idea of a Rashoman style narrative (although with only the two perspectives rather than several) should have been interesting and effective. This reimagining is not entirely successful. (And lamentably, their descriptions are snooze-worthy.) When the novel flips to Mathilde's section, titled Furies, the reader gets a very different view of their long marriage, a view that paints Mathilde as the more mature and intelligent, if self-effacing, half of the duo. His portion of the book is a long string of sexual conquests, both from the past and with Mathilde, that do nothing for the story whatsoever. His family is rich and when they cut him off for marrying Mathilde, he promptly becomes the most celebrated and successful playwright of his time, lauded to the moon and back. Lotto, who is the subject of the Fates portion of the book is narcissistic and stereotypical. Outsiders consider their marriage a happy and successful one but only the people inside a marriage know the truth of their private lives, what makes them tick, and the compromises they've made to be mostly content with each other. Mathilde and Lotto know each other for the blink of an eye before they get married, a marriage between the handsome, talented man used to being catnip to women and the mysterious, secretive, and intriguing woman whose own talents will go unrecognized. And now I will trust her recommendations just a little less. But it wasn't all that the premise promised (or that my friend promised either). This came so highly recommended by someone I trust that I bought it in hardcover. And that intentionally slow revelation of more depth, more layers, than initially suspected, could have been amazing but for the characters and the obviously effortful, overwritten prose here.
It's a structure that sets the reader up to believe one story and then to pull the rug out from under them to show another story, no less true, or perhaps more appropriately, no less false, than the first. Roughly half of the story of this couple and their marriage is told from the third person close perspective of husband Lotto (short for Lancelot) with the other half similarly narrated with a close focus on wife Mathilde. You know how they say there are two sides to every story? Well, in Lauren Groff's novel, Fates and Furies, this is literally true.
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