Whistler

One day, while Daphne and her husband, Jonathan, are walking through a museum, they realize an older gentleman is following them. As they turn from one gallery to the next, he continues to trail behind until Jonathan approaches the seemingly harmless man. He is none other than Eddie Triplett, Daphne’s former stepfather, a man she has not seen since she was a young girl. Eddie was special, and Daphne loved him with all her heart. They exchange numbers, and unbeknownst to Daphne, this chance encounter becomes a new beginning. All these decades later, Daphne faces the life-altering occurrence that separated Eddie from their little family. As Daphne and Eddie look back on their lives, they begin to see the past through fresh eyes, yearning for even the smallest details that might return them to that precious time when anything seemed possible. In her 2021 New Yorker essay “How to Practice,” Ann Patchett reflected on possessions, death, and the way ordinary objects can hold a lifetime of memory, meaning, and attachment. Whistler is told in a similar tone — Patchett’s own quiet, deeply intimate voice. I felt as though she were whispering this story to me. I devoured this beautifully written novel of family,  memory, regret, forgiveness, and loss. It is the kind of book that lingers long after the last page. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐