Infidelity | Arts & Culture | Halifax, Nova Scotia | THE COAST

“You’re simply two people groping to find meaning when there’s little to none.” Sadly, this quote from Stacey May Fowles’ second novel aptly sums up my feelings on Infidelity. As a fan of Fear of Fighting (2008), I admit my expectations were high, and while Fowles does manage to cover meaningful terrain---about the lengths people go to “fix” each other; the shame of feeling adrift in expectations---it isn’t enough. A novel that plumbs a superficial affair between two very different people, Charlie and Ronnie, is nothing more than a study in lust and disappointment. Though Fowles is able to capture unrefined attraction, the characters are less than fully formed, and I couldn’t bring myself to care what happened to them. And as anyone will tell you, apathy is far worse than dislike. I’ll still call myself a Fowles fan, but chalk this up as a mildly entertaining novel that does nothing new.

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