I haven’t seen the film and I know I have come to this late but it is the first book for a while that I have felt urged to return to when I should be doing something else.
The idea that a mother could feel so estranged from her own child is not so peculiar as I have known that situation, when a mother tells her son “I wish you had never been born” and the effect it has on the child.
However, Kevin has a hatred of ‘other’ from birth and this would make any mother less loving. The conflict between her and her husband, and his self imposed blindness to Kevin’s faults makes one want to wring both their necks, or send them for counselling.
My one problem with the story is that, if she was as intelligent as she seems, why on earth did she have another baby?
Thanks to Lionel Shriver for writing a book that I didn’t want to finish and an ending that seemed as satisfactory as it was horrific.