This has an excellent narrative structure, some beautiful prose, and I just didn’t enjoy it.

The story is Sliding Doors (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sliding_Doors) meets Same Time Next Year (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Same_Time,_Next_Year_(play)) mixed with a distressing amount of domestic violence.

A mother faces a difficult choice. Should she name her child after her abusive and violent husband? In one strand she does, in another she doesn’t, and in the third she makes a compromise. We rejoin the story every few years to see how our protagonists are progressing.

It mostly works and pushes us to consider how much the path of our life is influenced by factors outside of our control.

I have a real difficulty with books about violence. All of the characters are unsympathetic - trapped by tyrant but also trapped by their own inaction. I also struggled with how pedestrian and limited it was. In a world where you can read anything, why would you choose to spy on your horrible neighbours? Like a tawdry soap-opera it offered nothing more than misery and heartbreak. Fine if you need that sort of substitute empathy, but it left me feeling grubby and unsatisfied.

To be fair, the characters in the book address this:

‘Why read them if they make you feel bad?’

‘Because I’m hoping one of them might feel like me,’

It isn’t a bad book - although it does veer into cliché a little too often - and the structure is interesting enough. But I found its subject matter too distressing to be enjoyable,

Book Club Discussion (https://shkspr.mobi/blog/2026/05/book-review-the-names-by-florence-knapp/#book-club-discussion)

This isn’t the sort of book I’d normally pick up - but it was chosen by the book club I attend. The majority of readers rated it higher than I did. Here are some of the things we discussed.

The central message sees to be that, no matter how hard you try, the tragedy which infects your life can never be escaped. I found that depressing and disempowering. The domestic dreariness was stifling and just left me irritated with the passivity of the characters.

The evil father is an arsehole - but a one-dimensional arsehole. I get that there’s a risk to humanising an antagonist, but other than a brief mention of his back-story there’s nothing about him. I didn’t want a justification for his actions, but he felt like a cartoon villain.

Even when one character gains a moment of happiness, it is offset by another’s misery. No matter which path is chosen, someone always ends up broken.

Are we “destined” to meet the same people, no matter what path we take?