Stranded by a South Island storm, six people usurp the stillness of an old house. As they tell the fragments of their story, a seventh voice responds: a young New Zealand serviceman who died in 1920, soon after his return from France. As the storm deepens, the hauntings of the mind and the hauntings of the house become one. First published on Armistice Day 1987, After Z-Hour won the PEN Award for Best First Book of Prose.
Elizabeth Knox is one of my favorite writers. This novel, her first, however, was not for me. It feels like student work: earnest, awkward, full of keen observation, but formatted without enough grace to make the unpleasant characters understandable -- let alone sympathetic. The story is told in seven voices, and each character speaks in a chapter, pouring out biographical details in a flood... well, enough said. It wasn't the novel for me today.
Quite a first novel - each sentence viscous with consideration and content, each paragraph a cryptic load. The travails of the 'Western Front' in the South Island of NZ. Cleverly constructed, imaginatively realized and overall complete. But in one night, can thrown-together strangers really expose each other's foundations so deeply?