It’s not often I write “I couldn’t put the book down!” I definitely couldn’t put The Year After down. I admire writers who effortlessly merge the territories of commercial and literary fiction. Daphne du Maurier did it years ago and now for me Martin Davies has achieved that difficult feat with The Year After by keeping the pages turning but never losing the tenor of the times he is writing about.
The year in question is 1919. “Tom Allen, uncomfortable in London after five years in uniform, receives an invitation to spend Christmas at Hannesford Court. It’s almost as if nothing had changed...But a strange meeting in Germany has raised a question in his mind: in all his visits to Hannesford before the War, all those years observing the glittering life of its owners, how much did he really see?”
It’s something that fascinates me as a writer - perception, so I was immediately drawn to the book. Apart from dealing with the aftermath of the war: “For all the time I’d known her, Lady Stansbury had moved through the world as if gloriously and elegantly unaware of the tedious practicalities supporting her existence; but the woman who greeted me that evening seemed altogether more purposeful. It was as if, instead of reeling beneath the blows of fate, she had found from somewhere the unexpected strength to face them. I’d seen similar things occur in the trenches. New officers arrived all the time. There was never any guessing who would shrink and who would grow.”
Aside from such wonderful, sensitive observations as the one above, we have some deft character studies and a mystery as well - exactly what happened to the professor who died very suddenly on the night of the Rose Ball? Here is the very interesting Freddie Masters (another survivor of the war) talking about an incident involving the professor.
“They were a long way below me, remember. I could just hear raised voices, that was all. No shouting, but you could tell they were angry. Once I’d stepped off the path, I couldn’t see the bridge at all. But I did make out one thing. I heard the professor say quite distinctly, ‘I shall take the whole affair to Sir Robert.’ Perhaps not those exact words but something like that.”
‘And then?’
He hesitated. Beneath his easy manner there seemed to lurk a very real distaste.
‘That’s when it turned rather unpleasant, old man. Something I hadn’t expected. The other fellow hit him. I heard the blow...”
I bet you read that paragraph quickly. I certainly did. The whole book in a flash. An exceptionally easy novel to read with hidden depths. Very highly recommended.