Leary doesn’t pull any Gothic punches ... Leary is in full command as the story spirals to the kind of harrowing climax — blizzard raging, phone lines cut — that forces Mary to stake her moral ground ... Leary’s first historical novel, and she has all the right instincts, by which I mean she inhabits Mary without modern conceit. Yes, the speakeasy slang and the gin fizzes are there, but any competent hack can recreate the sounds and sights of the past. Leary does something more daring — she asks you to root for a protagonist who comes equipped with the orthodoxies of her own day. Engle isn’t some magically enlightened dream girl who sheds the pixie dust of contemporary social justice on the benighted bigots of yesteryear. She is on a journey, as we say, which gives her moment of reckoning its power. If The Foundling lacks the sly, delicious wit of Leary’s previous books, it’s only because Leary is such a virtuoso that she doesn’t indulge herself at the expense of Mary’s characterization ... arrests us precisely because its antagonist comes cloaked in the good intentions of progressive social reform. Leary pins her cautionary tale on the portrait of Vogel herself and her iron conviction that she’s doing the right thing.
It’s hard to pick a time when a novel like Ann Leary’s The Foundling wouldn’t speak to where we are ... Leary does a brilliant job of showing how the need for emotional attachment...can cloud a person’s judgment ... Leary’s novel is ultimately a hopeful one, in which empathy and critical thinking reveal the structural vulnerabilities of such pyramids — built as they are on fabrications, compensations and contradictions that eventually undermine their foundations. Leary is optimistic that reason will prevail.
Insanely fun, with fascinating characters, jaw-dropping plot twists and a hair-raising caper finale ... The story unfolds...with plenty of reverses and reveals that keep the momentum high ... When Mary finally blossoms into a real heroine, it's a well-earned and richly satisfying fictional moment ... Yes, The Foundling is a harrowing story of our sexist, racist, anti-immigrant, anti-Semitic past, with certain striking and depressing resemblances to the present day. It’s also a beach read. Bring your own sunglasses.
Leary’s richly rendered, tender tale of friendship and loyalty, based on her own family history, brings into sharp focus the horrors of such punitive institutions, which proliferated in early-twentieth-century America.
Gripping ... Leary makes an engrossing drama out of Mary’s shifting allegiance, and this ends with an impressive twist. Readers will rip through this tale of historical injustice.
Leary turns her mordant eye to the interplay of feminism, racism, and eugenics at a state institution for women deemed unfit to bear children in 1927 ... Leary’s wit complements her serious approach to historical and psychological issues in this thoroughly satisfying novel.
