Sunday 24 February 2019

Tall Tales: "A review of Once Upon a River" by Diane Setterfield




"Once Upon a River" by Diane Setterfield

A book review


Once upon a time, there was an author who wrote stories, really good stories. She loved stories so much that she wrote a novel about them – about the way in which stories mould our world, fashion our thoughts, shape our past and help us fathom our present; about the way in which, like a living being, tales change and grow at each retelling; about how each and every one carry stories in our hearts, whether we choose tell them or not...

Diane Setterfield’s third novel Once Upon a River is an ambitious and complex work, but one which wears its erudition lightly and hides its artifice well.  At one level, in fact, it can be enjoyed as a well-crafted historical mystery.  We are in the 19th Century, on the evening of a winter’s solstice.  The door of The Swan, an inn at Radcot on the River Thames, opens to reveal a badly injured man carrying a little girl.  She’s seemingly dead – Rita, the local nurse and midwife, can detect no breath or heartbeat.  Yet, against all odds, the girl revives and wakes up, whether by magic, as a result of a miracle or through some natural wonder.  This does not solve the enigma of the girl’s identity, which cannot be easily ascertained especially since she turns out to be mute.  The girl could well be the daughter of the Vaughans, kidnapped two years previously finally returned by her captors.  Or the illegitimate granddaughter of a local farmer, abandoned by her mother before she committed suicide on being forced into prostitution.  Or, if one is to believe Lily, the parson’s housekeeper, she might be a revenant, the ghost of Lily’s long-dead sister. 

This mystery lies at the heart of the novel and makes a page-turner out of it, particularly in the rather breathless final chapters.  Setterfield houses her story in a well-researched historical context which is conjured through loving descriptions of the Thames and its communities, and through references to the new scientific worldview which was then challenging more conservative religious and supernatural views.  The story is peopled by interesting characters, including farmer Robert Armstrong, the dark-skinned illegitimate son of an earl and a housemaid; strong-willed Rita, a self-taught scientist; and Henry Daunt, who is actually based on the real-life Henry Taunt, photographer and chronicler of the Thames.   Setterfield also subtly evokes the period through references to the literature of the time – echoes of Dickens and, to my mind at least, Wilkie Collins, abound. 

All this would have been enough to make of the novel a considerable achievement.  But Once upon a River is also a post-modern piece of meta-fiction.  This insightful review on the Opinionated Reader blog makes the valid point that the novel purposely includes familiar tropes of British Gothic literature, particularly the river and the inn.  This is very true – the  Thames, in particular, could be considered not just a setting but a central character in the book, whereas the Swan is the place where the novel starts and ends.  But the novel is also rich with other references to legends and folklore.  Key scenes occur on the winter and summer solstice and the Autumn equinox; there are mentions of dastardly highwaymen, water sprites, goblins, ghosts, changelings, clairvoyants.  And even though most of the supernatural aspects of the tale can be (but are not necessarily) rationally explained (Ann Radcliffe-style), the otherworldly is never too far too seek.  Setterfield also throws her net wider than the reaches of British folklore – the figure of Quietly, the ghostly ferryman, owes as much to Classical mythology as to the classic English ghost story, and the motlew crew at the Swan act as a more modest version of a Greek chorus. 

What is impressive, at the end of the day, is that all these knowing references are presented in an intriguing and involving story worthy of the classic 19th century novelists.  True, it’s a tall tale, and some of the loose ends are perhaps too conveniently tied up at the end.  But, we don't really mind... Like the patrons of the Swan, we all love a great story, don’t we?

Hardcover464 pages
Published December 2018 by Transworld Publishers/Random Books

Henry Taunt at Marsh Mills, Henley

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As listening suggestions to accompany this novel, I would like to propose some works of classical music by English composers inspired by the river.   George Frideric Handel’s Water Music, composed in 1717 for a concert on the Thames, immediately came to mind, but their stately grandeur did not seem to fit the mood of the novel.  So I will start with a contemporary piece – Thames Reflections by Clive Jenkins (b. 1938) premiered by the Chamber Ensemble of London at a concert celebrating music and composers associated with the Thames

Summer Night on the River was composed by Frederick Delius in 1911.  It is a rather ironic choice, given that it was not inspired by an English river but by the French river Loing.  It is, however, a lovely piece, evoking mysterious mists shimmering above the water.



In his three Parables for Church Performance, Benjamin Britten combined elements of the Japanese noh plays with English medieval “mysteries” to create a new yet timeless music theatre form.  Curlew River, the first of the set, is based on  Umidagawa (Sumida River) by Juro Motomasa (1395–1431), which Britten saw during a visit to Japan and the Far East in early 1956.  His librettist, William Plomer, moved the setting of the original to the fictional Curlew River in East Anglia.   This ‘church opera’, rather surprisingly, reflects some elements found in Setterfield’s novel, including a mysterious Ferryman, a woman looking for her lost child, and the ghost of a dead boy.   Here’s the ritualistic opening of the work, taken from a recording conducted by the composer himself.

Despite its very English setting Once upon a River also harnesses images from Greek mythology.  And so a Greek river is next : Lethe one of the five rivers which flowed through Hades where all those who drank from it experienced complete forgetfulness.   It is evoked in the last movement of Arcadiana, a work for string quartet by Thomas Ades, written when the precocious composer was still in his early twenties.
  
And if you’d like to explore the other movements of this wonderful composition, do start with the meltingly beautiful O Albion.  To save you looking for it, here it is in a live version performed by Ensemble Perpetuo.  It was recorded during a concert appropriately themed Rivers and Oceans, bringing us back to where it all started...

Friday 15 February 2019

Mirth in Venice: Antal Szerb's "Oliver VII"





"Oliver VII" by Antal Szerb

A book review


Having encountered Antal Szerb through his best-known work Journey by Moonlight and its companion piece, the non-fiction travelogue The Third Tower: Journeys in Italy, I was initially surprised at the high spirits of this novel, especially since it was written whilst World War II was raging, changing Europe's landscape forever. True, there were humorous passages, as well as an underlying gentle irony, in "Journey by Moonlight", but Oliver VII is an all-out comic novel, with a convoluted plot worthy of opera buffa.

The eponymous protagonist is the monarch of the fictional European realm of Alturia, in an unspecified period "before the War". Rather than conclude a dubious treaty with a neighbouring state (which includes a royal marriage into the bargain), Oliver sets up a coup against himself and escapes from the country. Against the backdrop of a "stagey" Venice, described as a theatre set "where the whole scene sometimes seems to wobble", Oliver joins a group of seasoned con -men and, after several twists and turns, ends up impersonating himself. The novel is peopled by farcical characters, mistaken identities, hilarious set-pieces and even a walk-on part for a panto dame. At times, I felt that the book was midway between the old-world comedy of 
P.G. Wodehouse and the more biting satire of Evelyn Waugh. Perhaps it is no coincidence that the dialogue in Len Rix's brilliant translation contains a number of Bertie Wooster-ish exclamations, and that it is the appearance of a journalist on the scene (think Scoop) which propels the plot to its upbeat denouement.
 
As the novel progresses, one starts to realise that it is closer to the darker "Journey by Moonlight" than appears at first glance. Surely it's no coincidence that, like Mihaly in the earlier novel, Oliver escapes to the back streets of La Serenissima in a bid to discover "real life". The parallels between the two books (and their autobiographical aspects) are explained in greater detail in the translator's afterword. The work acquires greater poignancy when one discovers discover that this work was the last written by Szerb before, as a Catholic with Jewish ancestry, he was murdered in a labour camp.

This book is another winner from the "Pushkin Collection" series.

Friday 8 February 2019

Rebels: A Poem



Victor Agius: "Amarantine" (2009)

Rebels


We were rebels once,
fists raised to heaven
feet trampling the earth
hearts like forest fires,
builders of a brave new world.
Until the world recast us in its image,
kissed us with its scented breath
and when its work was done
we, newly conflicted,
fell silent one by one.

We were prophets once,
preachers of a living God;
Long-bearded mystics,
trembling at ecstatic visions;
the anointed few.
Until, with voice grown hoarse,
we became purveyors
of facile absolutes
and traded our sheepskins
for designer suits.

We were poets once,
bards of beauty
lips cleansed by flaming coals;
Painters with our brushes dipped
in soil and sea and stars.
Until our sight grew dim
and we were lost for words;
our palettes ran dry, 
the willows took our lyres,
And no one heard us cry.

I avoid your eyes
burning with reproach,
lest embers long since cooled
rekindle once-familiar flames.
Don’t look at me,
for we were lovers once
but can no longer be.

Sunday 3 February 2019

Family Comedy : "The Altruists" by Andrew Ridker







Charity begins at home... A review of Andrew Ridker's "The Altruists"


I do not envy comic novelists.  Besides the challenges facing any novel writer, they have to elicit a smile, chuckle or smirk from their readers at regular intervals.  Then, if and when they get it right, they face the risk of seeing their work dismissed as ‘(s)light’ fare.  A case in point, in my opinion, was Andrew Sean Greer’s Less, which I greatly enjoyed and which I think really did deserve the Pulitzer, but which was slated in some quarters, including by friends and reviewers whose opinion I greatly respect.

It is therefore great news that a fresh talent has now joined the ranks of comic novelists.  Andrew Ridker was born in 1991, and his debut novel The Altruists is published later this year. Admittedly, on the cynicism/bleakness scale, this novel is closer to Richard Ford than to Andrew Sean Greer, which might make it more palatable to the literati.   Indeed, it’s already attracting glowing advance reviews.  As for me, I admired most of it, although I find it harder to actually like it.

The protagonists of The Altruists are the Alters, a Jewish middle-class family  from St Louis.  The mother, Francine, haunts the novel, despite being dead for most of it. Indeed, it is her inheritance which serves as the catalyst of the plot.  Incensed at the fact that her sixty-something professor husband Arthur has taken up a much younger lover whilst she is dying of cancer, Francine bequeaths a secret fortune to her two children, Ethan and Maggie.  Faced with the prospect of losing his girlfriend and also his heavily mortgaged house, Arthur invites his children back to St Louis for a reconciliatory weekend, hoping to convince them to bail him out.  But Ethan and Maggie have their own problems.  Ethan (whose homosexuality Arthur has never quite accepted) is out of a job, and is now living off his mother’s money in Brooklyn, whilst trying to sort out his messy love life.  On her part, Maggie is a hard-headed would-be altruist, whose obsession with causes and ideals often leads her to actually overlook the needs of the people who surround her. Although Arthur’s plans seem to be failing miserably (but quite entertainingly for us readers), they do lead the Alters to come to term with their history and to understand that they are possible more like each other than they like to think.


To be honest, I found it hard to symphatize with any of the characters, who seemed to have few, if any, redeeming features.  There are likeable rogues, but Arthur is certainly not one of them.  And his children are, frankly, chips off the old block.  This ultimately detracted from my enjoyment of the novel.  At the same time, however, there is much that is brilliant about The Altruists – it is an undeniably insightful work, it has some crisply humourous dialogue, and memorable set pieces.  I particularly enjoyed the final showdown between the Alters and Arthur’s young lover, and the Zimbabwe episode feels like something out of Evelyn Waugh.     

Hardcover320 pages
Expected publication: March 7th 2019 by Jonathan Cape 

Saturday 2 February 2019

Abstract Art


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A painting on display at a local museum in the English town of *** sparks musings about love and life.

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