"Painter of Silence" was lovely. The precise descriptions of people, places, ways of life, and of course color sweep the reader along and shed light on a particular time (perhaps 1950) in Rumania, a corner of the world that doesn't get mention here in America except if it's to discuss the problems the country has had recently with AIDS orphans and trafficked young women.
Shifting between present and past, and cycling among the perspectives and remembrances of various characters, "The Painter of Silence" tells the story of Augustin, a deaf boy who is also mute. The son of a cook to a wealthy family, Augustin begins his childhood running around the house and grounds with the other children. As the years pass, he becomes the object of a variety of schemes and notions which are only heightened because he doesn't speak and therefore would seem not to have any real participation in them. First, the landowner's wife takes it into her head that he should be educated along with her three children. The German governess charged with doing this fails to get him to speak or to write. Whether this is because Augustin doesn't want to or because the her methods are cruel and impatient is open to question. By this time, the boy is already drawing, and his pictures have captured people's attention. There is no doubt that when the governess threatens to take away his drawing tools, this is cruel. The lady of the house decides that, if he can draw, perhaps he can find a place for himself where this talent could be put to good use.
Without consulting the boy's mother, she takes Augustin to a monastery famous for the quality of the painted icons it produces. Augustin is enthralled, first by the long car journey, then by the decorations within the monastery. He is flooded with images of heaven and hell. With no guidance to process them, these images come back to haunt him during the overnight stay in the monastery's guesthouse. His terror is only reinforced when they attend a mass the next morning. The church is so crowded that it is a literal sea of humanity. Caught between all these people, his head clouded by the smoke of so many candles and so much incense, and then seeing the priest come seemingly out of a wall, dressed in all black and with a stern face ... well, Augustin does the only thing he can think of: he runs.
This book reminded me a bit of "Anna Karenina," with its scenes of agriculture as it was practiced by the peasants of the Russian sphere and their relationship to landowners. It also had echoes of "The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter." It vividly showed how people project what they want to onto the seemingly blank slate of a non-hearing, non-speaking human being. Though Safta, the landowner's daughter, is guilty of just such projections, she is also the only person to think of what Augustin might want for himself. The book opens with Augustin walking into a city after a long train journey, searching for someone. That someone turns out to be Safta. Though he hasn't seen her in many years, she is the one person he believes who can help him. The book, like a kaleidoscope, is a series of circling images and stories as the two of them reconnect with each other.
Augustin's drawings almost become a character in and of themselves. They symbolize his possibility of expression, but their misinterpretation also leads to some of the most heart-breaking events in Augustin's story. And in the end, they are the only way he knows to communicate the vital things he must convey to Safta.
I loved this book. It was well-paced and the characters were well-drawn. I wish it was longer because I wanted to prolong my own absorption in the world the author had created. But I know that it was perfectly proportioned just as it is; any longer, and the delicate balance and symmetry would have been upset. Even to hope for a sequel is being too greedy.
Still, I'll admit to being greedy. Short of that, I'll salute this book as a true gem of a tale. After all, the beauty of gems isn't always in their shimmer or their smoothness. Often, the beauty is revealed in the flaws. Augustin and Safta and the other characters in "Painter of Silence" are all flawed, all human, and as such, all the more recognizable to us as ourselves.