It’s an early work, some say immature. It is certainly inconsistent, with some passages reading like costume drama, some like coming of age and others apparently directionless. By the end we have a first World War veteran. At its core, however, there is a realism about these people, a realism that transcends imagination into observation.
There are three main characters, Fanshaw Macdougan, David Wendell, and Nancibel Taylor. Fanshaw, Wen and Nan, as they are usually referred to, do many of the things that young people in the process of maturing get up to. On the whole, they seem quite serious and most times rather restrained. There’s a small-town mentality in evidence here, even when they are in the city. Perhaps this is the author’s comment on the how this generation sees the world, or perhaps people in general at the time were not used to cities, unless they had been born and raised in them. All three, however, seem reluctant to confront bigger issues and even more reluctant to commit themselves.
Having said that, there is a suicide. Exactly what the motive for the act might have been is an open question, even, it seems, to those involved. And, at the end, having served in the medical corps during the First World War, one character in particular imagines going home and living a different kind of life. We are reminded by the author, via a character, that those people still alive, even having lived through the winning of a war on a different continent, will soon just be a little older.
The ghost of the suicide continues to haunt. But apart from young men getting up to the things that young me do, the novel depicts very little. The relationships seem not to be very deep, but the consequences are. It is, after all, an immature work. But what came later was of such lasting consequence, this book by the author of the USA trilogy is worth reading, because it offers pointers as to where his approach was grounded.