|Title: We Need to Talk About Kevin||Author: Lionel Shriver|
|Publication Date: 2003||Genre: Fiction, Adult Fiction, Drama|
Why Picked: Can’t Remember
First Line: “I’m unsure why one trifling incident this afternoon has moved me to write to you.”
The gripping international bestseller about motherhood gone awry.
Eva never really wanted to be a mother and certainly not the mother of the unlovable boy who murdered seven of his fellow high school students, a cafeteria worker, and a much-adored teacher who tried to befriend him, all two days before his sixteenth birthday. Now, two years later, it is time for her to come to terms with marriage, career, family, parenthood, and Kevin’s horrific rampage in a series of startlingly direct correspondences with her estranged husband, Franklin. Uneasy with the sacrifices and social demotion of motherhood from the start, Eva fears that her alarming dislike for her own son may be responsible for driving him so nihilistically off the rails. 
Much Like Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl, I hate to like this book. It is a story of pain and tragedy, told by an un-sympathetic, sad narrator. As a sociologist / criminologist by training I found the tactic the author took interesting but flawed. But more about that in a moment.
The story is told in a s series of letters from our narrator “Eva” to her Husband “Franklin.” It is not a spoiler to say it is a tale told in mostly chronological flashbacks of how their son “Kevin” ends up a school shooter. Eva goes back to even before Kevin is born to talk about how ambivalent she was about becoming a parent. The letters then trace the history of her and Franklin and their decision to have a child. That child grows up to shoot and kill his schoolmates. While there are some surprise reveals throughout the story, anyone paying attention should not be too stunned by them.
The characters in the story are so simplistic in their motivation as to be completely realistic. Let me explain. Eva, I think, begins writing these letters because she feels Kevin is her fault. She never bonded with him; she never loved him enough. She always thought the worst. If she had been a better mother maybe he would have been better. Yup, sounds like every mom I know. What have we done? Where have we gone wrong? What should I have been doing better? I have great kids who I often think I am failing. Society has helped us by constantly reinforced the mother question.
And Franklin, dear, sweet Franklin, who turns a blind eye to Kevin and all of the red flags throughout the years. Many reviews have said he is completely unbelievable. But, really, what parent wouldn’t want to look the other way? We all know those parents who have “perfect” children, children who are never at fault. Isn’t Franklin just that guy?
So now we are left with her character study of Kevin. And here is where everything becomes conjecture. Because she argues Kevin was just born that way. At least that is that take I got. And isn’t that a nice, neat package. There really is no one to blame because some kids are just born wrong. And here is where the sociologist / criminologist in me comes un-hinged. Why yes it could be that but by making the choices she makes she is clearly ignoring 100 other issues. She is ignoring, willfully or otherwise, the culture of violence in America. In making one choice, she is making a statement about guns which results in a situation which any parent knows would never happen. She ignores the 100 or so people whom would have seen and question Kevin’s behavior before the end point of the story.
So for me the characters are achingly real. It is the world she placed them in which falls flat.