Whilst helping Mark move into his new digs this past weekend, I had a chance to go through his book collection. It's always intriguing to me to see which books a person chooses to tote around with them. In perusing the collection, I happened across Gold by an author I'd never heard of before. Mark recalled reading the book whilst in hospital recovering from appendicitis (and high on a morphine drip). Hearing his fondness for the book and the characters, I decided to give it a go - after all it was a rather short book.
According to the publisher, here's what Gold is about:
Miyuki Woodward, lover of pints and Pot Noodles, has been spending holidays in the same Welsh seaside town for years. She loves the wet walks, she loves The Anchor and most of all she loves the pub-quiz. This year, following an act of raw creativity involving some cans of gold spray paint, Miyuki will take part in the most turbulent events the village has seen since Tall Mr Hughes returned from the pub toilet without remembering to button up.
Sounds charming, right?
Unfortunately, that's as exciting as the book gets. To say this was a piece of idyllic prose would be like calling valium an upper. It's arguably well written, but goes no where, says nothing and asks the reader to consider it charming in spite of its lack of narrative drive. As a calling card for vacationing in a seaside town in Wales, it utterly fails.
Miyuki isn't a particularly compelling character. Her trials and tribulations mundane until the very last few pages of the book. You see there's a particular sting in the last two paragraphs of the book that, while strangely fitting, still feels as if Rhodes decided the book didn't "mean" enough. The supporting characters -Tall Mr. Hughes, short Mr. Hughes, Mr. Puw and Septic Barry - despite their quirky names are no more compelling than Miyuki.
Part of this lack of spark has to lie in the overly mannered, mundane and flat writing style of Rhodes. The characters wake up. Have a bit of a walk. Tell us what they think, which isn't much. Have another drink. Go home and go to bed. A week's diary of no more than that.
Now I know I'm in the minority in my opinion. Gold has garnered some good press (though not universal) from very reputable sources, but I have to jump up and down and point out that the Emperor has no clothes. All in all, I found this slim tone more than a little bit boring and pointless. It was telling that it took me as long to get through 208 pages as it did the 416 page Hiaasen book before it.
Gold... well all that glitters and all that.
2/5