As I started this book I sensed muted whimpering about life’s injustices and past behavior. In “Your Blue-Eyed Boy” author Helen Dunmore tells the story of a district court judge in the English justice system who is caught up in struggles centering mainly on her husband’s inability to handle finances. In addition she seems overwhelmed by her judicial obligations, her decision to move the family away from the city, their cold existence in meager housing, her husband’s constant guilt, and with memories of a lifestyle some twenty years earlier that was filled with youthful indiscretion. Her narrative voice is filled with low-level mewling, almost kittenish in its persistence, as she assumes the blame for all the grievances life has dealt her.
It gets worse. Her partner in her earlier transgressions shows up with sordid pictures in his pocket and blackmail on his mind. The author is relentless as she piles this new pickle on the judge’s plate. It turns out that Michael, the man of her past, is a nut case who decides that Simone, the judge, needs to return to the scene of their frivolity in America Her family, her career, her distance from the girl he once knew have no relevance in his plan. She either returns with him or her sordid past will be revealed to all.
Michael turns out to be a worse whiner than Simone. When the two are together the keening drowns out the loud wind of the English sea coast. He declares that she doesn’t have the right to judge others while turning her back on him. He moans that she shouldn’t live like she does while he has nothing; that she should have stayed with him. They have a moment of intimacy (it seemed gratuitous to me) and then roam along the seawall exchanging lamentations in the rain. There is an accident that presents a convenient solution to the misery shared by both and, I might add, for me, the reader.
The writer has produced a steady stream of consciousness that never approaches being comprehensible nor promotes a feeling of peace. Her descriptions of the countryside; the sea, the wind, the fields, the sea walls, and the marshes are wonderfully done. But none of the characters, including her beautiful children, come across as likeable. Simone, the judge, is particularly repugnant with her constant moaning and inability to find anything worthwhile in her life. I’m ready to move on to something a bit more lively.