This is a novel that gave me nightmares for a few days. It isn’t the type of book that I usually read. However, the cover of the book intrigued me. I will include it with this review.
This is a gripping psychological thriller about loneliness and the dark truths we try to hide from ourselves and others.
Oghi has woken from a coma after causing a devastating car accident that took his wife’s life and left him paralyzed and badly disfigured.
His caregiver is his mother-in-law, a widow grieving the loss of her only child. Oghi feels neglected and alone. His world shrinks to the room he lies in and his memories of his troubled relationship with his wife, a sensitive, intelligent woman who found all of her life goals thwarted except for one: cultivating the garden in front of their house.
Soon Oghi notices his mother-in-law in the abandoned garden, uprooting what his wife had worked so hard to plant and obsessively digging larger and larger holes. When asked why she was doing this, she said that she is only finishing what her daughter started.
This story is superably crafted and deeply unnerving. It is a novel about the horrors of isolation and neglect in all of its banal and brutal forms. As Oghi desperately searches for a way to escape, he discovers the difficult truth about his wife and the toll their life together took on her.
This is a sad story about a relationship gone sour and how sometimes women acquiesce in staying in marriages that don’t work. It’s hard to imagine how what starts with all the hope in the world like two people coming together in love for one another can turn into something so dark and unhealthy.