A friend suggested this book to me when I told her I was searching for novels featuring older heroes and heroines. I’m so glad she did because The Story of Arthur Truluv is one of the most beautiful stories I have ever read.
This is the story of three people who, together, form a loving family: Arthur Truluv, the widow across the street, and an eighteen-year-old girl on the cusp of womanhood. Each of the three is alone and grieving a loss – a spouse lost after decades together, a long-ago dream of love, and the loss of a mother in infancy.
It’s lunchtime, and as always, Arthur visits with her at her grave while he eats, then he wanders among the tombstones imagining what the occupants would tell him if they could speak.
Arthur, who would probably call himself a simple man. The way in which he becomes a catalyst for transformation shows him as self-effacing, sometimes awkward, and often wise, gentle, and loving.
This is a heartfelt book about love, loss, friendship, rebirth, and deep truths – and through it all, the wisdom of a man called Truluv.
The worldbuilding is beautiful, the characters real, the writing gently powerful.