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I know this isn’t a buzz book, or one that you may be familiar with, and maybe you’ve never even heard of it. And hey, you might not even like it! But I was pleasantly surprised with this novel and I think a lot of you will be too. Also, I found my copy at a used bookstore for only $2, so it isn't even a huge monetary investment.
Though it may seem quaint, Mercy Among The Children is a story about the difference between right and wrong. It is a deceptively simple concept that reveals itself to be anything but elementary in the pages of this 2000 Giller-prize winning Canadian novel.
Morality
After pushing a friend off a church roof, Sydney Henderson makes a pact with God that he will live a life without violence providing that the boy lives.
So begins the troubles for the Henderson family.
Though Sydney is the focus for the first half of the novel, the story is actually narrated by his son, Lyle Henderson. Sydney suffers one injustice after another in his childhood, lives in abject poverty, and is soon beset on all sides by rumors and accusations that quickly drive his family into further squalor. Despite his poverty, Sydney is well-read, a man of philosophy, who stays true to his pact to do no harm to others.
Despite the reader knowing Sydney’s innocence, he is soon accused of a horrid crime that the city believes because of the sins of his father. The crime, perpetrated by those seeking to frame Sydney, enrages the community who visit shame and violence against his family. Though he is innocent, and though him speaking out against the men who framed him would exonerate him, Sydney says nothing. He endures the slings and arrows of the community (sometimes literally), in the steadfast belief that no man can harm another without harming themselves, and that true justice will find its way to those who deserve it.
Sydney’s stoicism, quite frankly, had me shaking my head at this book. How could the man not speak out to save, if not his own skin, then that of his family? How could he allow abuse to befall him, and ridicule upon his children in the name of some foolish pact he made earlier in life? Why would he not fight against these men who seek to destroy him?
Poverty
By the time Sydney’s unyielding pacifism seems like it can go no further, the reader is reminded that Lyle has grown watching the ineffective nonviolence of his father and seeks a polar opposite path. I was ready for this.
Sweet vengeance was ready to be served by Lyle! Lyle, who knows nothing but poverty, shame, and abhorrence his whole childhood. Lyle, who would abandon books and platitudes for pragmatic violence.
Of course, it doesn’t quite work out like that.
Instead, the story provides a complex look at how the choices we think are right can often be wrong, leading to an incredibly tragic conclusion. I enjoyed the way the book subverted my expectations, how it had me think if only this character would do X, then their problems would be solved only for them to it at great expense. It challenged me, and Richards does a splendid job of keeping you enthralled in this examination of morality and poverty. Financial poverty, poverty of the soul, and poverty of choice. Rural Canadian Life A confession: this book is set in my hometown of Miramichi, NB. I worried that I was enjoying the book for the nostalgia and my relatively-unique viewpoint alone. I mean, how could you not find it neat to read about streets you have walked, or places you have been? Assuredly, Richards handles the city with aplomb, knowing both the city and having a keen understanding of the people who inhabit its streets.
There were people who seemed so familiar to me because they reflected the essence of the city, the nature of the people, and the culture. When characters made their choices, I understood them even if I was unable to agree with them. But then I began to realize that Richards has instead crafted a startlingly accurate portrait of rural Canadian life. He’s embodied the people who do good, those who are easily swayed, but never treats his characters like caricatures of rural life. Sure, people may live simple lives, but it doesn’t mean that they’ve never read a book.
What’s more, the book is filled with a startlingly large cast. There are those who are extremely poor, those who profit off of their poverty, and those seeking to rise from their poverty by any means necessary. Though it may seem as if I’ve spoiled a lot of the book, I’ve really only shown you the tip of the proverbial iceberg. There are many other players in the mix, and their fates are interconnected with those of the Hendersons.
The Darkness
I imagine for a lot of readers that the seemingly endless darkness of the whole book will be too oppressive or the violence too shocking. By the same token, I think a lot of people will have a hard time with Lyle.
Though I’ve never been of the opinion that a character being despicable is reason enough to hate a novel, I know a lot of readers just can’t handle characters who aren’t good guys. Fair enough. But for those of you like me, who enjoy characters for their complexity rather than a synthetic goodness, you’ll enjoy Lyle. The most apt comparison I can think of is Jesse Pinkman from Breaking Bad. Like Jesse, Lyle can be tough to like, he’s self-destructive, violent towards those he loves, and just can’t seem to pull himself out of the hole he keeps digging.
What’s more, Richards has the tendency to pontificate in his narration, which bothered me more at the start of the novel then at its end. Though I usually prefer the author to show and not tell, it works well in the confines of Lyle’s narration to have him apply meaning and lessons learned to his life. There’s also a lot of Jesus going on, which isn’t my thing, but it doesn’t pervade the story so much that it takes away from the reading.
The story also takes a while to get going. It was close to 100 pages before I was really hooked, though it is necessary for Richards to set up all the pieces on his board before pitting them against each other. Lyle’s narration, too, will be a challenge for some. Aside from the aforementioned pontification, the writing has a weird lilt to it that takes some time to get used to, and it had me reading a bit slower until I got into it’s rhythm.
The ending? If anything the book ties up everything a bit too nicely. There's a revelation that should have been cut out as it just borders on too unbelievable to be plausible, and it was the only moment of the book that I was taken out of the reading experience. However, I was more than pleased with the end of Lyle's journey.
Did I Sell You On This One?
Hopefully I’ve convinced you that Mercy Among The Children is a novel worthy of your consideration if not your valuable reading time. I had put this novel off for so long for various reasons, but one being more personal. I have a scattered bit of writing lying around that will, hopefully, magically assemble itself into a novel one day. I worried that one author’s viewpoint about the city would pervert my own writing. Of course, it is good to know what has been done before so as not to repeat it.
In any case, one of my good friends told me I had to read the book as it is one of his all-time favorites. Reluctantly I complied, but I’m very glad that I did. While I doubt the book will be for everyone, it is definitely a novel that you should put on your radar if you haven’t already.
Also: thanks for sticking around to the end of one of my longest reviews!