This is an amazing book from Stephen Daisley and I am so glad that Lesley from my favourite bookshop 'Paige's Book Gallery' recommended it to me.
While, on one level, this is a story of a young farmer going to WW1, being confronted with some of the deep injustices and betrayals of war, making a personal decision to fight for friend over country and living with the consequences of that decision, it is also the story of a deeply moral young man who prefers to see things simply and finds that there is just so much more to it.
This book is poetic, deeply thought provoking and incredibly layered. And yet, Daisley does this with a language that is laconic and antipodean - when there is voice. When there is thought, then the language becomes more sophisticated, spiritual and perhaps elusive - I liked that. Some of the ideas, in fact most of the ideas, that David is working through are quite esoteric. Contrast the laconic voice when David is carrying Mahmoud and they are speaking:
David you are bleeding. I can see blodd on the stones behind us.
You are bleeding too Mahmoud.
There is a lot of blood.
Don't look at it mate. Close your eyes. (p.104)
Note the imagery that is almost sacrificial/spiritual, and yet that it is so tightly connected to war - and the simplicity and profoundness of the comment - there is a lot of blood.
And then when David is thinking, later, as an old man:
The government men walking here into me and my world then, he thought, and now. Asking such questions. The memories have no sequence to them. No path or footsteps to follow. They are like the moving picture shows but somehow played backwards and out of order. Am I the only one to make sense of it? Of course Mahmoud would say, you are. Who else? (p.117)
This is a beautiful illustration of how David has lived his life making sense of the time that he spent with Mahmoud, but in his own particular life and circumstance. His time with Mahmoud is brief, and yet as an old man David still reflects with Mahmoud.
He struggles with the spirituality and there are many versions of trying to make sense of 'it all' in the book. In crossing the water, 'Even Charon required only a coin under the tongue and no explanation' p.126. Or when his mother tells him, remembered on p.199, that her father would greet her with, 'it's you yourself' in Gaelic, what it meant was that you belonged to something greater than the just you. Then there is the chaplain and padre at the funeral p.107 with Latin and English and hymms no one quite knows the words to. Then on p.228 'who, answer me this, are you? We are here. This is what we are. Look at us as we do this.' as a chant outside the hospital.
One of my favourite images in the book is quite a gentle one, but I think very powerful: 'The old man dressed slowly and stepped to the window. Pulled back the curtain. There was no light from outside, the morning was still dark. Rain beaded the window. He noticed his half-reflection slide across the glass, turned and rubbed his hand across his face. Stood for a moment with his fingers in his white beard, a prophet figure. Smiled to himself.' (p.105)
I think that there is something in the inclusion of the 'Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood' as David's mother's favourite poem. This is a poem about growing up, about painful loss and hard fought gain. Wordsworth lost his parents early (mother at 8 and father at 13) as did David. Wordsworth, being a Romantic poet uses the imagery of nature vividly in his poetry, and I believe that Daisley does this in Traitor - David is a shepherd. The land, water, wind and air are important images throughout the book, where ever David is. Lambs and lambing feature strongly and so do mothers - not least mother nature. The sea and waves are powerful images. As are donkeys and Damascus!
David notices - he observes and allows in - so many different understandings about the world. He doesn't seem to judge - and it could be argued that like Wordsworth, David 'does not champion any cause or urge any vision but one: to know ourselves, sincerely, in our own origins and in what we still are...a way of showing how much a natural man might do for himself, by the hard discipline of holding himself open both to imagination and to nature.' (Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling).
The lack of speech marks was powerful for me. I felt that it helped to convey the remembering aspect of the book, and the very singleness of it - it is David's story only, from David's mind and memory played 'backwards and out of order.' Like the old man telling the story, at times you struggle with the reality of where and when you are.
This is a book that lingers, makes connections and continues to reveal new ideas and thoughts. I highly recommend it, but don't expect a WW1 soldiers tale. It surely conveys the terribleness of WW1 and the stupidity (dare I say it) of the Battle at Gallipoli and yet it is a much more personal journey of life as well.