Well, that was a weird one! To be honest I’m not sure what exactly to make of this latest offering from Joanne Harris. As always, her writing is mesmerising, and both the narrative and protagonist compelling, but I’m left feeling totally disoriented, like I’ve been tripping on some kind of hallucinogenic.
Broken Light is the story of Bernie Moon, a menopausal woman, for whom life has never been very kind. She is friendless, stuck in a boring marriage, and pretty much estranged from both her mother and son. Her only real pleasure is her job in a local indy bookstore.
But Bernie has a superpower: she can see inside other people’s minds — their ‘houses’ as she calls them. She can wander through their ‘rooms’, delve into their pasts, and read their innermost thoughts. It’s a gift that has lain dormant since childhood, but triggered by hormones and Bernie’s altered emotional state, it’s back, and more powerful than ever before.
As premises go, you have to admit this is pretty wild, veering into magical realism territory. Now, that’s not something that would normally unsettle me, but …
What follows is a bizarre story with multiple threads and layers that didn’t quite gel for me. Much of it is revenge based, a pitting of the sexes: men hating women, women hating men. Social media whipping up a vicious fury. Bernie in the middle, wielding her ever-strengthening power.
Away from all this, there’s Bernie’s quiet transformation. From a timid, unhappy, invisible woman into someone with new-found self-belief and optimism and a circle of feisty female friends. As a fellow ‘invisible’, post-menopausal woman, I felt thoroughly invested in this thread.
What I wasn’t a fan of was the stereotyping of so many of the secondary characters. The predatory, misogynistic male; the brash, opinionated, Gen-Z; the gay, the bi, the trans. It all felt too much like box ticking. And what the heck are hot flashes? In the UK, we call them hot FLUSHES. Why the Americanism? Oh, and it’s very, very long.
I readily accept that Harris’ intentions may have flown right over my head and that other readers may well garner more from this than I. If nothing else, it would make an excellent book club read. It just wasn’t for me.