“’OK. Let me sum up and you can tell me if I’ve got it right. You’ve met a girl you admire and would like to keep her as your girlfriend. She fancies you and she wants to know about your private life, your intimate self, because she believes that real friends – let’s say, lovers – tell each other about their secret selves. And she insists on you writing this. But you don’t even like talking about yourself, and writing would be torture because of your dyslexia. So you’ve come to me, who you know nothing about except that I write books Fiorella likes. And you want me to help you by writing for you what she wants you to write for her in proper English. Is that it?’
‘That’s about it, yes.’
‘Good. Which leaves us with a couple of questions. One: Why should I help you? And two: If I help you, what is it you want me to write, exactly?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘You don’t know what?’
‘The answer to both questions.’
I laughed.
‘You must be desperate.’
Karl laughed too. ‘I am!’"
The above excerpt pretty much sums up the first half or so of this book. An unnamed author - mildly famous with a small, devoted following – is approached by an eighteen year-old (Karl) who asks him if he would do a Cyrano de Bergerac for him, in his attempt to progress in his relationship with Fiorella. The author agrees to help him, and as they work together to answer Fiorella’s questions about Karl, the author and Karl get to know one another much better. Karl reveals himself to be deeply introspective, moody and self-critical, scarred by his father’s death when he was younger. The author, meanwhile, realizes that Karl reminds him much of himself when he was younger (his own wife died some years before), and he hopes that his age and life experience can assist Karl not just with Fiorella, but with figuring out his life in general. When things between Karl and Fiorella take a turn for the worse, and when Fiorella discovers the author’s involvement in the relationship, the friendship between Karl and the author is tested, and eventually strengthened, more than ever before.
This is a strong, well-written story of friendship across generations (the author is in his 70s), as well as personal healing and growth. I’ve enjoyed other works by Aidan Chambers, and this one exhibits the same quiet, carefully worded craft that readers have come to expect of his writing. That said, there several issues that bothered me with the novel. It’s written from the first-person POV of the author, about whom we know gradually more as the novel moves forward, but the perspective of an older narrator makes it more difficult to relate to the main teen character in the novel. And while the novel is paced well, it’s a very slow pace; there’s very little action, and readers need to handle frequent mentions of relatively mundane actions, not to mention the author’s prostate issues. And finally, I could not stand the Fiorella character, and couldn’t see what Karl could have possibly been attracted to in her as a person. If the entire plot of the novel hinges on Karl’s relationship with this fantastic girl, it fell a little short for me. Still, it’s very well-written, and the way Chambers develops the two main characters gradually, through small moments and few words, makes for a rewarding read.