This is a puzzling book. I loved Mick Jackson's Booker-shortlisted 'The Underground Man', based on the life of the eccentric 5th Duke of Portland, and expected much of the same originality and humour here. In some respects, 'Five Boys' has those elements, but the baggy, meandering nature of various set pieces - Bobby's meeting with the Captain, the dance at the village hall for which the GIs arrive in large numbers, the pig memorial - meant it drops its focus and any tension - after investing heavily in his story, we lose sight of Bobby the evacuee altogether.
There's much here that owes a lot to Barbara Pym (whose books I find whimsical and slightly irritating), but it also reminded me strongly of Golding - not 'Lord of the Flies' as one might expect, but a very early novel, 'The Pyramid', which has the same stifling sense of village life (the hero is a young teenage boy). Michael Frayn's Bildungsroman 'Spies' also came to mind, also set during the Second World War. So lots of echoes, although I don't think anyone other than Jackson could have written this book.
I wondered why the five boys are virtually interchangeable: apart from Aldred, I didn't get any sense of distinction between Finn, Harvey, Hector and Lewis. The village characters are equally impersonal: quirky, yes, but not in a way that brings them to life, and they are saddled with droll and waggish names.
All that said, the arrival of the Bee-King is a master stroke, beautifully put together and with more than a nod to the fairy tale, 'The Pied Piper of Hamlin' (prefigured by scenes in which thousands of rats are gassed by the local rat-catcher). That is such a richly moral and psychologically interesting take, I felt there were opportunities for some sort of allegory, but it doesn't appear, and that makes it feel flat to me. Worse, the 'shock' at the end is so out of sync with the rest of the novel it got me wondering whether this was originally two different novels that Jackson has melded together.
All this, yet I knew while I was reading that this book is original, surprising and very well turned, hence my puzzlement. Then it came to me: I put my finger on why it didn't quite work for me. It is emotionally flat: there's no feeling in this book, no affect, no sympathetic character, and no one ever expresses any form of affection for anyone else, but for two scenes between Bobby and his mother. And that meant, for me, there was no redemption, only revenge, leaving me feeling uncomfortable and disappointed.