Fry’s wife sets out on own pilgrimage

In Rachel Joyce’s first novel, a man named Harold Fry sets out to mail a letter to his dying friend Queenie and ends up, instead, walking the length of England to deliver it by hand. Harold is in a dark place — his marriage to Maureen is unraveling; David, their only child, has died by suicide, and Harold is steeped in guilt about his treatment of Queenie many years before.

The 600-mile walk is hard on his body but proves good for his soul.

“The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry” was an international bestseller and longlisted for the 2012 Booker Prize. A 2014 companion novel, “The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy,” told the story through the eyes of Queenie, holding off death until Harold’s arrival.

And now it is Maureen’s turn in “Maureen: A Harold Fry Novel.”

During most of Harold’s walk, Maureen was at home, compulsively scrubbing their sparkling-clean house, fretting, worrying about Harold, mourning their son, feeling jealous of Queenie. She was a mess, and no wonder.

Now it is 10 years later, but she is doing no better. She’s still prickly, still furious with the world, still stuck in grief and pain. She has learned that Queenie, before she died, had created a garden that contained a monument to David. This news is almost more than she can bear.

“What right had she to do that?” she rages. It becomes all she can think about. Let it go, Harold says, but Maureen cannot let it go because Maureen cannot let anything go.

And so Harold pushes her, gently, to go see the garden for herself. And this is where the story begins, on a January morning with Maureen headed north. Unlike Harold, she will drive. She just wants to see