James Dyer is dangerous man. He’s dangerous because he does not care. And such people are always dangerous. Endowed with special gift or maybe a curse he’s imperious to pain, both physical and emotional. And hence his lack of empathy, ordinary human kinship, a bit of compassion and concern . That something what makes us humans.
He was born in a small English village, as the result of not really romantic adventure on the rink and until the tenth year of life had never ever cried not even uttered a single word. In silence, unable to feel anything, watched the world.
As a young boy becomes an attraction of fairground shows, a freak, shown by the fraudster who unscrupulously uses him to trade miracle specifics, later comes to hand of the seemingly enlightened member of a scientific society and becomes, alongside the Siamese twins, another showpiece in his cabinet of curiosities to finally become a genius surgeon.
The action of The ingenious pain takes place in late eighteen century mainly in England, but also on the sea, in Paris, Berlin and on the Russian court. We visit markets, live in magnate’s residence, participate in sea battle, trudge through snowstorm somewhere in Russia, descend to hell’s reality of Bedlam hospital to finally find harmony on quiet vicarage, admiring beauty of English countryside.
Novel abounds in truly realistic descriptions, let’s remember it is eighteen century, Age of Reason but also age of ignorance. It reads like mélange of adventure novel with naturalistic one, magical realism freely interlace with mundaneness and ugliness.
Dyer is an ambiguous character. Ambitious and ruthless. Different. Unique. We rather sympathize with him than admire him. Because of his terrifying gift, since he knew neither fear nor hesitation he could become a great surgeon. But as he states much later, after his revival, people didn’t seek consolation in him. He only, like a magician, repaired their crushed bodies, not giving a damn about their later fate, seeing in them only blend of damaged bones and infected flesh.
Initially his insensitivity and arrogance arouses in us pity and disgust. But when he loses former power, when his body finally recalls all the injuries and fractures, when he’s shaking from pain and cold, when he becomes like the rest of us, then, do not be afraid to say that, when he finally becomes the human, we look fondly on his fragile, broken physique. Tough in fact, to the very end he remains an enigma and we, the readers, have to answer the question:
What does the world need most - a good, ordinary man, or one who is outstanding, albeit with a heart of ice ?