Something goes a little bit awry with Time in this novel.
In ways that are both good and bad.
Bad ways?
Well, sorry to be picky, but The Wizard of Oz was released in cinemas *in* 1939, so it would have been difficult for someone to have seen it in December 1938. Likewise the unusual motherhood story of Lina Medina, who gave birth to her child (it's okay, this is not a spoiler) *in* 1939, so it would have been difficult for someone to have read an article about it prior to December 1938.
Those goofs aside, Time and the narrative playhead's shifting position in relation to it is a major structural and thematic element in this story, and Patric handles those shifts - where he fills in enormous swathes of backstory in a manner that comes on so suddenly you have to keep your wits about you - rather well.
Those are the good ways. And they work.
Protagonist Katerina Klova is a complex, rounded (if not fully filled in) character. We discover this as the plot clicks together, and the many convolutions of Time flicking backwards and forwards reveal to us new aspects of her personality and situation in life. At first it all seems like a merry jaunt at sea, and that we are just floating around, bumping into random stories about... well, things. But then those random stories start to connect up and - like a passenger on the Aquitania - we notice that we are not stationary in the water after all, but actually moving towards a destination. It's not just What Katy Did at Sea, but a bildungsroman that shows us a girl-woman who is testing the bounds of her life, just as she allegorically tests her freedom of the ship (*psst*... The ship is a metaphor, dude! Ships always are, man!).
Katerina is not afraid to experiment with all sorts of things (spoilers, Sweetie!). She seems - I think it's fair to say - to have a liberal attitude toward consequences. Those consequences do, however, quite often show up at her door, and then we see her growing and becoming more complex...
Some of the time, at least.
Some of the time she just changes her clothes and heads off into another apparently random interaction in the mosaic of apparently random plot points that end up making the pretty mural at the end.
And what is that mural?
There is a mystery at the heart of this story, sure, but I think you will be disappointed if you think the mystery is what this novel is about. It's really about Katerina, and why she is the way she is, and why she does the things she does.
I reckon.
It is a bildungsroman, after all.
The ending probably won't surprise you, but that's not the point. At the end of Titanic, the ship sinks (spoiler alert), but that's not the point.
One last thing before I go. This novel - set on New Year's Eve of 1939 (i.e. December 31st 1938) - is promoted as being "an indelible portrait of humanity sailing towards war", and while it is certainly a series of vignettes of humanity (some of them dripping, literally, with blood, by the way), and they are all, indeed, sailing toward war, it could also be said that they are sailing toward the Space Race (although that comes quite a bit later), and the Space Race receives only slightly less mention than the much more imminent second World War. Aside from the goofs mentioned at the head of this review, the novel gives the impression of having been well researched, or at least that A.S. Patric has a (mostly) well organised 1930s scrapbook or Pinterest board (who knew that the Harlem Globetrotters were around in the 1930s?), and that is a definite strength. But this reader, Dear Reader, would have expected that research to have led to a bit more discussion about the swirling clouds of war visible on the horizon.
Read it yourself and let me know what you think.
Thank you to Monash Library for providing me a copy of this novel free, gratis, and for nothing.