Book description: When Clare Mann arrives at Oberlin in 1973, she’s never met anyone like Sally Rose. Rich and beautiful, Sally is utterly foreign to a middle-class, Midwestern Protestant like Clare—and utterly fascinating. The fascination only grows when Sally brings her home to L.A. Mr. Rose—charismatic, charming, and owner of a profitable business shrouded in secrecy—is nearly as compelling a figure to Clare as he is to his own daughter. California seems like paradise after winters in Ohio. And Clare begins to look forward desperately to these visits, to carefree rides in Sally’s Kharmann Ghia and lazy poolside days.
As the years pass, Clare becomes a doctor and Sally a lawyer, always remaining roommates at heart, a plane ride or phone call away. Marriages and divorces and births and deaths do not separate them. But secrets might—for as Clare watches, the Rose family begins to self-destruct before her eyes. And the things she knows are the kinds of things that no one wants to tell a best friend.
For the most part, I found this book rather irritating. The writing was pedestrian and I didn't like the characters very much, but the story itself was interesting enough to keep me reading - and that's the annoying part. If it had been duller or more offensive, I could have bailed on it more easily, but I wanted to see how it turned out; and frankly, I kept hoping it would get better and I would like it more. However, it generally didn't resonate with me emotionally, and I didn't get much of a sense that the characters grew or developed; life just kept happening to them, and they kept making questionable choices. The parts I liked best actually had little to do with Clare and Sally's friendship; I was more interested in Clare's medical practice as an AIDS specialist in Ohio, and I sometimes got the sense that Clare was more interested in Sally's Southern California home and life than she was in Sally herself (which was reinforced by Clare's initial reaction to Sally's move to Idaho).
Best Friends seems to be a pretty popular novel, so it clearly appeals to a lot of people, but it just didn't click with me. I think women's long-term friendships can be great frameworks for novels, but to cite one example from my recent reading, I thought it was done better here.
I read this for my book club, but I won't be able to make it to the meeting, so I'm going to participate in the discussion by e-mailing this to the other members (only Cheryl has a blog). I suspect I may have a minority opinion of this one, but no one likes everything - and just because it wasn't my thing doesn't mean someone else won't love it.