Set during the Second World War, "The Watch Tower" is a difficult book to read. Not because of the writing - which is spare and direct, clear-eyed and unflinching - but because it reflects what life for many women in the developed world would be like now, today, without the advent of Feminism. For that reason, it's a "must read" book. Though at times you'll want to look at the words through your fingers, or even just put the book aside for a while.
The reader is complicit, throughout the novel, in the terrible case of developing Stockholm Syndrome involving two young sisters, Laura Vaizey - brilliant and in her final years of school - and her younger sister, Clare, who is only nine when the novel begins. When their doctor father dies suddenly, their indolent, useless mother sells their big country home out from under the girls, withdraws Laura immediately from high school and "fixes her up" at a Sydney "business college" so that Laura - like a plough horse - will be the family's bread winner. Very early on, Laura realises "There was nothing to be done" and "There was nothing to dream!"
With a jolt of resignation, the reader sits at the crest of the roller coaster, waiting to be shoved over the precipice because Laura's future - "Doctor Laura Vaizey - Laura Vaizey at Covent Garden" - is reduced to Laura Vaizey office girl at "Shaw's Box Factory".
The owner, Felix Shaw, a taciturn, saturnine man in his mid-forties, takes advantage of the situation by offering to marry Laura. Laura - still in her teens - accepts because Felix dangles the carrot of agreeing to put Clare through school so that both sisters need not be sacrificed to "business school", and Clare might have the future Laura was denied. The very day Laura is married and the two teenaged girls are settled at the house of a virtual stranger, Mrs Vaizey buggers off back to England to be a lady of leisure with the remains of the girls' inheritance. What happens next in the Shaw House? Over a decade of horrifying verbal, physical and psychological abuse, game playing and random, colossal cruelty from a vicious and violent drunk. The first order of business: withdrawing the carrot of Clare's education, with Clare offloaded to "business school" just like her sister. And we live every moment along with the Vaizey girls. It's a blessing that we're largely spared any "pillow talk" between Laura and Felix; one of the most revolting male characters I have encountered in literary fiction.
"You're too - stupid - to know he's sick in his guts of being in a a house full of women. Christ!" Felix roars at Laura at one point. "They're not fit for me to vomit on. That's why. You're just - things."
Some of the highlights of the book include: Felix throwing a crystal decanter at Laura's head and threatening her with knives, pretending he doesn't see a convenient parking spot Laura points out and parking blocks away from where she needs to be just to make her walk, refusing to give her any money of her own, buying her expensive presents only to destroy them, deliberately hiding Laura's diamond wedding ring only to accuse her of losing it or Clare of stealing it to sell, and the worst betrayals of all - selling the marital home, contents and all, or whatever business venture Laura has slaved her guts out in, multiple times, just to see Laura and Clare suffer. The torture is relentless, and you feel like reaching through the pages of the book and telling Laura to run, or taking her to a battered women's refuge yourself. But, of course, you can't, and that's the thing that gnaws at you while you read this from a 21st century perspective. She has nowhere to run to. The neighbours all know exactly what goes on in each "Shaw House", but they choose to keep sipping their evening cocktails over the sounds of breaking glass.
It's a fury-inducing book. The most sobering take-out from this? That there are millions of women, right now, walking in Laura Vaizey's shoes, waiting for the heavy blow to fall inside the "safety" of their own homes.