'He had one of those complicated faces that one had to consider at length
to understand how emotion lay on it, to understand it at all.'
The setting is north-west America at the beginning of the twentieth century,
and William Talmadge, known just as Talmadge, works alone on his remote orchard,
having established it with, and then inherited it from, his mother when she
passed away. His father had earlier died in a mining accident. Talmadge is ‘a
gentle, unassuming orchardist from the mountains’, and his is a peaceful,
gentle and fairly solitary life, just occasional visitors like Clee the native
American wrangler, and a friend in the town, the midwife and herbalist Caroline
Middey, but one day this all changes when two young pregnant girls are seen in
the town, stealing his fruit when he is at the market, and then he finds them
hiding on his land. He is a kind man, and wants to help them and shield them,
realising they are rather wild, in trouble and have been treated harshly in
their lives thus far. His sister Elsbeth disappeared some years before and he
still feels her absence deeply; 'Talmadge was stuck in grief he only
partially acknowledged...the festering issue was Elsbeth's disappearance, which
his mind could not accept, could not swallow; and so he suffered always and
abstractedly...'
The two girls, Jane and Della, have evidently been ill-treated in their
life prior to meeting Talmadge; the men they had been with 'had taught
them both that you could read nothing definitive in a man's face, even if he
appeared kind. Kind could turn on its head instantly; could throttle you, or
hit you across the face with the back of a hand.'
Talmadge’s life is never really quite the same again once he has let the
girls into it. With them comes trouble, but also a fatherly affection and
concern that drives him to new lengths; before his trees and the produce was
all that he nurtured. For him there is the contrast of ‘the happiness of company, the
anxiety of interrupted solitude.’
I admit that when I started reading this novel, I was interested but not initially
gripped. It is written in a very particular style, with an omniscient narrator
recounting the story. The writing is gentle and suits the pace and tone of the
story. Once I was beyond about 150 pages though, I found I was really involved
with the tale and there was no question that I would put it down then; it grew
into an absorbing story and the characters wove their way into my thoughts and
touched my heart. Though it is a quiet book in many ways, it contains some
shocking, painful and dramatic events. The story spans many years and becomes
rather epic in scale.
This is a moving, thoughtful and rather haunting novel. Amanda Coplin
tackles some fundamental themes about life in this book, about humans and our
purpose. At one stage Della, one of the girls, now older, asks herself ‘Why
are we born?...What does it mean to be born? To die?’
Through the story the author comments on the intrusion of the modern world,
observing the changes in travel and work, from the wagon to the train and from
small to large-scale distribution of the fruit, which seems strange to Talmadge
and which he tries to resist.
I’m not sure if my words have done this book justice or conveyed well
enough how I felt about it. I will just finish by saying I deeply admired the
storytelling, the nuances and the observations on the fragility of life, the
details of the landscape and the orchard, and the attempted, well-intentioned heroics
of one man who can’t save everyone. I grew more and more entranced by the tale
as it went on, and looking back I am very glad to have read it.
Published by Weidenfeld and Nicholson
