”I've looked at life from both sides now
From up and down, and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all”
-- Both Sides Now, Songwriters: Joni Mitchell
4.5 Stars
1968
“I decided to enter this world just as my mother got off the bus after an unproductive shopping trip to Ilford. She’d gone to change a pair of trousers and, distracted by my shifting position, found it impossible to choose between patched denims or velvet flares and, fearful that my place of birth would be a department store, she made a staggered journey back to the safe confines of her postcode where her waters broke just as the heavens opened. And during the seventy-yard walk back down to our house, her amniotic fluid mixed with the December rain and spiraled down the gutter until the cycle of life was momentously and, one might say, poetically complete.
“I was delivered by an off-duty nurse in my parents’ bedroom on an eiderdown that had been won in a raffle, and after a swift labor of twenty-two minutes my head appeared and the nurse shouted Push! and my father shouted Push! and my mother pushed, and I slipped out effortlessly into that fabled year. The year Paris took to the streets. The year of the Tet Offensive. The year Martin Luther King Jr. lost his life for a dream.”
”’What’s going on?’ sang Marvin Gaye, but no one had an answer.”
Elly’s brother Joe, older by five years, becomes her eyes to the world outside, his thoughts inform her thoughts, his reading shapes her world, he becomes her world. Which is just as well, her parents seem so easily preoccupied, distracted by life, in general. As she grows older, others chime in, a friend, colourful characters – friends of her parents, and a rabbit, whose appearance seems to coincide with a child’s questioning of the nature of God. ”And so at Christmas,” as she explains to her class, ”god finally came to live with me.”
But time passes, as it is wont to do, and his life takes him in one direction, and hers takes another. The connection is still there, but distance adds challenges. And when she is suddenly faced with the tenuous nature of love and life, the connections we hold so dear, everything changes.
There’s an unfiltered immediate-ness to her writing that makes it feel as though it were written by a young girl, at least in parts, a youthful enthusiasm for life and all the promise it still holds, a delicate, childlike charm in her thoughts, a pure and candid honesty in her views.
Earlier this year, I read Sarah Winman’s Tin Man, which I loved, and within the last month or so have read her A Year of Marvellous Ways, and now this, her debut novel, When God Was a Rabbit, so now I will have to wait, in the meantime, looking forward to her next book!