In this, her fourteenth novel--and one of her most endearing--Anne Tyler
tells the story of a lovable loser who's trying to get his life in
order.
Barnaby Gaitlin has been in trouble ever since adolescence. He had this
habit of breaking into other people's houses. It wasn't the big loot he
was after, like his teenage cohorts. It was just that he liked to read
other people's mail, pore over their family photo albums, and
appropriate a few of their precious mementos.
But for eleven years now, he's been working steadily for Rent-a-Back,
renting his back to old folks and shut-ins who can't move their own
porch furniture or bring the Christmas tree down from the attic. At
last, his life seems to be on an even keel.
Still, the Gaitlins (of "old" Baltimore) cannot forget the price they
paid for buying off Barnaby's former victims. And his ex-wife would just
as soon he didn't show up ever to visit their little girl, Opal. Even
the nice, steady woman (his guardian angel?) who seems to have designs
on him doesn't fully trust him, it develops, when the chips are down,
and it looks as though his world may fall apart again.
There is no one like Anne Tyler, with her sharp, funny, tender
perceptions about how human beings navigate on a puzzling planet, and
she keeps us enthralled from start to finish in this delicious new
novel.