The Last Summer of The World, in a way, is historical fiction. In a way, this book is a story of WWI and its effects on the human population. Most of all, though, this book was about love, family, and a man who never quite understood the boundaries between right and wrong.
The Last Summer of The World is about Edward Steichen, a photographer whose life has fallen apart. His story is told in vignettes of both the past and the present, candid accounts of the life he once had, the life those events led to.
Edward is a photographer in the war, taking photographs for the newspapers and for the leaders. He tries to capture the sensitivity of the war, the hesitance in the aggression- he tries to show a different side.
But Edward himself has never been one for empathy.
In the flashbacks, told through photographs, Edward is married to Clara Smith. His wife used to be a pianist, a singer, until she married him. Until she had children.
They are together and they are in love and their two daughters, Mary and Kate, are magical and beautiful but, at times, Clara feels that her life is slipping away. She feels that she is slipping away.
Also present throughout the book is Marion Beckett, a painter who is also Clara’s best friend. Events the summer of 1914, the summer Clara comes to visit Clara and Edward in France, lead to the separation of the family Edward and Clara have created.
This book goes back and forth between these two worlds, showing the gradual collapse of Edward’s life. He moves back and forth across the sea, taking photos and making friends with people all over the world, and that is all he wants to do. Edward only wants to take photos and show them to the world, show people things from a different perspective.
But, again, Edward tends to see the things he wants to see.
I’m not sure how to explain this book. I can keep going, trying to summarize this book in less than 1000 words, but it isn’t going to work. There are so many characters and events, and this book covers so many years of Edward’s life, that it is hard to put things in simpler terms.
There were times I loved Edward. There were times I hated him. I sympathized with him but, at the same time, I wanted to throttle him. He was a brilliant photographer, a stupid man. He was a wonderful artist, but not the greatest husband.
In both of those sentences, the first half is about the art. The second half is about character, Edward’s character.
He was smart. He knew a lot of things, about both books and the world. But when it came to decisions, to some of the things he said and did, he seemed to be more naïve than his children. Edward was selfish and impulsive, never thinking things through enough to realize whether it was acceptable or not.
Clara was the same way. She was sensitive, sweet, a good mother, and a good wife. She knew how to love Edward as best as she could. But she was all of the things Edward was.
She was self-centered, reflexive, unhappy. By the end of the book, she had changed. She was better, for the most part.
But some things she did could never be undone.
Marion was my favorite character in the book. She was kind and selfless, brilliant and wise. She had wisdom beyond her years her whole life, though some of the things that occurred in this book were out of her control.
Or were they?
This is Emily Mitchell’s debut novel. I never would have known. First, the writing itself is beautiful. There is just this flow, a wave, which rises and falls throughout the book. There are hundreds of climaxes, resolutions, but there are also the bigger conflicts that remain throughout the novel.
Two separate stories are told, the before and the after. The after follows Edward in 1918 as he is fighting in the war, as he reminisces of the past, while the before follows Edward through his whole life. The flashbacks always begin with photographs, leading to a more in-depth exploration of that time in his life.
If there was one thing I didn’t like about this book, though, it would be the pace. I loved the story and the characters, always relating to them while also wanting to hit them across the face. At times, I was bored. The first 100 pages or so, I considered putting this book down. But I told myself to just keep reading, to just keep going, and I was impressed.
I learned many things from this book. I learned about the war, The Last Summer. I am learning about it in History class right now, the causes and effects, and that is why I picked this book up when I did. It gave me perspective on the war, on the people, through the photographs that Edward really took.
By the time I finished this book, I realized something.
It is a metaphor.
Frequently, Edward contemplates photography, capturing one moment in life and never being able to change it. Many people tell him that photography is ridiculous, that the world is always moving and that that one specific moment could be a complete lie.
Eventually, Edward realizes why he loves photography so much, why it has always been his passion.
The world is always changing. Edward and Clara and Marion and the things they have done to each other will always remain, but there is also that unknown that is always in front of them.
In pictures, you only know part of the story.
The rest is up to you to figure out.
7/10