A #1 INTERNATIONAL BESTSELLER
A book of the summer for The Times, Stylist, Vogue and Marie Claire
'What a terrific novel this is, I have enjoyed it enormously. It manages to be funny and profound and moving... Just great, witty warm and wise'
Simon Mayo, Scala Book Club
'Charlotte Wood zooms in and makes these women increasingly sympathetic and individual in a way that really pulls on the heartstrings of the reader'
Mariella Frostrup, Times Radio
'Authentic, funny, brutally well-observed... As with the novels of Elizabeth Strout or Anne Tyler, these are characters not written to please, but to feel true'
The Sunday Times
'Glorious... Charlotte Wood joins the ranks of writers such as Nora Ephron, Penelope Lively and Elizabeth Strout'
'The Weekend triumphantly brings to life the honest, inner lives of women'
'Painfully comic, frequently heartbreaking and beautifully insightful'
'A lovely, lively, intelligent, funny book'
'One sharp, funny, heartbreaking and gorgeously-written package. I loved it'
'One of those deceptively compact novels that continues to open doors in your mind long after the last page'
'I'm not looking forward to much this locked-down summer but The Weekend is definitely an exception. The premise sems the perfect vehicle for Wood's unsparing observation, great gift for storytelling and total lack of sentimentality'
Sylvie, Jude, Wendy and Adele have a lifelong friendship of the best kind: loving, practical, frank and steadfast. But when Sylvie dies, the ground shifts dangerously for the remaining three.
These women couldn't be more different: Jude, a once-famous restaurateur with a spotless life and a long-standing affair with a married man; Wendy, an acclaimed feminist intellectual; Adele, a former star of the stage, now practically homeless.
Struggling to recall exactly why they've remained close all these years, the grieving women gather for one last weekend at Sylvie's old beach house. But fraying tempers, an elderly dog, unwelcome guests and too much wine collide in a storm that brings long-buried hurts to the surface - a storm that will either remind them of the bond they share, or sweep away their friendship for good.
WINNER: LITERARY FICTION BOOK OF THE YEAR, AUSTRALIAN BOOK INDUSTRY AWARD
SHORTLISTED FOR THE BOOKSELLERS' CHOICE BOOK OF THE YEAR
SHORTLISTED FOR THE AUSTRALIAN LITERATURE SOCIETY GOLD MEDAL
SHORTLISTED FOR THE STELLA PRIZE
LONGLISTED FOR THE MILES FRANKLIN PRIZE
PRAISE FOR CHARLOTTE WOOD
'An unforgettable reading experience' Liane Moriarty
'An unflinching eye and audacious imagination' Guardian
'Savage: think Atwood in the outback' Paula Hawkins
'Charlotte Wood's writing crackles with vivid precision' NPR
In Wood's sharp sixth novel (after The Natural Way of Things), three septuagenarian Aussie women gather to help settle the affairs of their dead friend, Sylvie. Jude, a cold-blooded restaurateur and for decades the mistress of a married man, takes charge of the friends' task of clearing out Sylvie's beach house, which is perched on a perilous cliff. Wendy, a bedraggled feminist academic still mourning the death of her husband, arrives with her decrepit dog, Finn, whose ailments mirror the women's own. Late, as usual, comes Adele, a once-celebrated actor who hasn't had a gig in some time. Together, the old friends begin sorting through Sylvie's things. Inevitably, in the process of clearing and discarding, the women unearth old irritations and a devastating secret, causing them to question how they'd ever become friends in the first place. Wood explores myriad possibilities of success, failure, philosophy, psychic ailments, and forms of melancholy that a 70-something woman might experience. While the qualities seem to be assigned almost at random to her characters, somewhat diminishing their effect (Wood likens Wendy to Sontag even though she dresses like "a witless old hippie"), the women are mostly recognizable nonetheless, and painfully relatable. Baby boomers and Wood's fans will best appreciate this astringent story.