Book Reviews

‘The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.’ Alan Bennett

“Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.” ― Franz Kafka

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Sunday, 5 August 2012

Toby's Room - Pat Barker


'Painting numbed the pain; nothing else did.'

It is 1912, and Elinor Brooke is studying art at the Slade School of Art in London under the tutorage of Henry Tonks. There she befriends fellow art student Kit Neville, rather a difficult person, and somewhat of a ladies' man. Elinor's mother and sister are against her independence and her pursuing her studies. Toby, Elinor's brother and her closest friend, is supportive of her endeavours. 

Then the story moves forward to 1917, with Britain at war, and the men away on the battlefields in France. Toby uses his medical experience to help the wounded there. News comes through to the Brooke family that Toby is missing.

Elinor is anxious to seek out the truth about her brother Toby’s death during the war; 'She knew so little. What did 'Missing, Believed Killed' actually mean?' Despite writing several times to Kit in the hope of discovering more information as to how exactly Toby died, she receives no reply. 

Kit Neville then returns from France. Through him the author conveys how the confusing memories and images of war can haunt the mind: 'All sorts of shadowy figures crossed the suburbs of Neville's mind, or crept out of the darkness and pressed in on him.'

Neville's face has been destroyed in the war, and Pat Barker writes with frank realism about the disfigured appearances of the men being treated for facial injuries sustained in battle. She describes what is necessary for us to comprehend the suffering of these men, and the work and techniques of Harold Gillies, the pioneering plastic surgeon at Queen Mary's Hospital in Sidcup, and she depicts the difficulty and pain endured by Neville trying to somehow come to terms with himself as he is now.

Kit is still reluctant to reveal anything more to Elinor about Toby's death, so Elinor turns to her former love Paul Tarrant, another art student, and asks for his help speaking to Kit. She seeks some form of closure regarding Toby, some way to even begin to move on from his death, having been such a key part of her life, and sharing a dark secret. 

The author illustrates how art becomes linked with the surgery being undertaken to reconstruct the damaged faces of the soldiers. A record is being created of those wounded, with Elinor becoming involved in these portraits. I felt moved by the immense courage of the soldiers, and feel that the author writes both authoritatively and compassionately about the mental and physical scars of war. 

The inclusion of real people from this period in history, Henry Tonks and Harold Gillies, adds weight to the authenticity of the story's backdrop, and caused me to read more about them and their work after finishing the novel. 

I was struck at times by the beauty and aptness of the prose; the following passage in particular stood out for me, when relating how Paul views the countryside and weather back home, his impressions all bear the stamp of the war: 

'Everything he saw, everything he felt, seemed to be filtered through his memories of the front line, as if a think wash had been laid over his perceptions of this scene. Columns of sleety rain marched across the fields while, in the distance, grey clouds massed for another attack.'

I felt for Paul as he seeks to find a place for himself in Elinor's heart, wondering if this is a lost cause.

A fascinating, intelligent and beautifully written historical portrait of people and relationships, war and destruction, love and loss, under the shadow and impact of the First World War.

In Toby's Room, the author revisits characters that featured in her earlier novel Life Class, though I would add that a reading of that is not necessary to understand and enjoy this novel. 

Published by Hamish Hamilton on 16th August 2012.

Thanks very much to the publisher for kindly sending a review copy of this novel.

Monday, 21 May 2012

The Colour of Milk - Nell Leyshon

'i can't hide nothing in my voice, mrs. least you know where you stand with me. don't reckon i could lie if i was ordered to.'

It is 1831, and fifteen-year-old Mary is writing an account of her life the previous year, dividing it into the four seasons, taking us from Spring 1830 to Spring 1831. She lives with her father and three sisters, a hard life working dawn until dusk on their farm, with her grandfather bedbound. Then one day her father informs her that she will be required to leave them and go and work and live at the Vicarage, tending to the vicar's ailing wife. She writes down what has happened to her as a result of working there.

What an amazing voice the author has created in Mary. We know it is an honest, truthful voice, as she has told us she could not lie, and we know that there is an urgency to Mary's recollections; 'i must write quick for i do not have too much time.' This draws us into the story, what is Mary's situation now, what has happened to her, why must she write quickly? She is thinking carefully about what she says though, her choice of words and why she is writing it. We know that this matters an awful lot, the fact that she has learned to write, as she reminds us, 'by her own hand,' which is certainly unusual for a girl in her position at that time in history. Whatever she needs to tell us, we sense it is important, and it is honest: 'I promised my self i would write the truth and the things that happened.'

Mary is a compelling creation, this girl whose hair is the colour of milk, who speaks plainly and soon grips the reader with her frank, literal way of dealing with people. 'You do speak your mind' remarks the vicar, to which Mary replies 'i only got one mind to speak so i ain't got no choice.' She has a curiosity that has her mother complaining 'you don't never stop asking and asking', to which Mary simply replies 'i like to know things.' She works hard and with determination. Despite the element of warning in her story, the ominous feeling about what she is going to divulge to us, I was not prepared for what was to happen.

This is a very special little book, telling a memorable story through an unusual, honest and quite wonderful voice. It will quite possibly be very different in style from most other things you'll read, and it is definitely worth reading - Mary leaves quite an impact.

Published on May 31st 2012 by Penguin Fig Tree in hardcover and ebook editions. 172 pages.

Thank you to the publisher for kindly sending me this title to read and review.

4.5/5