by Caroline Angell
Henry Holt and Company
2016
324 pages Fiction
All the Time in the World is the exceptional first novel by a
talented young author, Caroline Angell. It tells the story of a young woman,
Charlotte, who has finished a master's degree in music composition but is now
working as a nanny for two young boys, George and Matthew McLean, who are the
children of Gretchen and Scotty McLean, wealthy New Yorkers.
A gifted musician, babysitting wasn't in her career plans,
but a betrayal by one of her trusted instructors has put Charlotte's career on hold.
She falls in love with George and Matthew and finds her employment to be satisfying,
although a bit stifling. She considers the job to be good for now; it pays for
her life in the city. In the first few pages of the novel, the mother,
Gretchen, dies in a taxi accident, and Charlotte's role in the family takes a
significance that she had not imagined. The narrative moves backward and
forward in time from her first days as the nanny to the day that Gretchen dies
to the weeks and months following the tragedy. Charlotte remains as the
stabilizing force in the children's lives because Scotty is barely functional. Charlotte's
help is what keeps the family going for several months, until the exhaustion of
being everyone's everything takes its toll on her well-being. I was impressed
that Angell understood the effects of grief for all the family members as well
as for Charlotte.
Angell gets a lot of things right. Having just come from a
week with grandchildren of the same age, I was impressed that Angell
understands the life and times of preschoolers so well, with all the minutia of
child care. George and Matthew are very appealing children, and their confusion
and grief when their mother dies is heartbreaking. George is too little to
really understand what has happened, but as a 5-year-old, Matthew descends into
a combative mess that Caroline has to manage every day.
Angell has used her own experience as a music student,
composer, and nanny to form the basis of her novel. But more than that, she
draws upon a deep and intuitive understanding of death and grief as it plays
out in the lives of a family with young children. The characters are all
believable, and their reactions are realistic and relatable. Charlotte is a
very sympathetic character. I loved her innate understanding of children and
their needs, and I liked how she matured when she was called upon to keep the
family functioning. I also appreciated the way she led Scotty through his grief
and helped him find a path to wholeness.
This novel could
easily have been based on the experience of our Downey family—albeit the Downey
experience occurred more than 30 years ago, when Lee, the father in our family,
died of cancer. Little 2-year-old Rachel had no understanding of what was
happening, but her brothers and I experienced a grief that lasted for
a long time. The depiction of Scotty, the father, is quite true to my
experience—a fog that gradually lifted.
I think that it would have been easy for Angell to have tied this novel up in a neat
little bundle, like The Sound of Music,
with Charlotte marrying her employer and everyone living happily ever after. I
was proud of her for not descending to a formulaic ending. The conclusion was
far more satisfying.
As an aside, one detail that I found amusing was about Pale
Male, the red-tailed hawk that lives on the facade of a building across from
Central Park. My book club had read Red
Tails in Love by Marie Winn, so I was familiar with Pale Male. I felt
quite smug about knowing that!
As you can tell, All the Time in the World hit fairly
close to home for me, bringing back many memories that had laid buried. I did
get a bit bogged down in the back and forth of the narration and a lot of
details about child care, but I persisted and in the end, I was glad that I
did. All
the Time in the World is true and heartfelt—it didn't feel like a first
novel. Kudos to Caroline Angell.
Caroline Angell's website.
Here is a YouTube video of a
review by a young British woman.
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