Social dysfunction meets dangerous perversion in this black comedy about two misfit families camping in the Welsh woods.
George McFarley, a six-foot-eight hulk of a man obsessed with the Holocaust, and his assistant, Balfour, an unbearably shy stutterer, are the unconventional hosts of a weekend camping retreat in Wales. Their guests include Joseph, a divorced college administrator from London; Dotty, his pretty but resentful girlfriend; Roland, his young son; and Kidney, his overweight and emotionally disturbed apprentice. Also staying on for the weekend are dysfunctional couple, Lionel and May—and a Welsh groundskeeper with a creepy fondness for cattle . . . and little girls.
Dotty has brought along the board game Monopoly, which she cannot live without, and which will serve as a microcosm for the roles and dramas played out by this motley crew. While the adults are caught up in petty bickering, power struggles, love triangles, and other bourgeois scandals, tragedy will befall one of the children and turn the bucolic setting into a twisted nightmare.
With award-winning author Beryl Bainbridge’s signature dark humor and sophisticated irony, Another Part of the Wood takes to task 1960s British cultural mores. As the plot twists and characters remove their masks, Bainbridge reveals the absurdity and danger of what is commonly considered “normal.”
Dame Beryl Margaret Bainbridge DBE was an English writer from Liverpool. She was primarily known for her works of psychological fiction, often set among the English working classes. Bainbridge won the Whitbread Award twice and was nominated for the Booker Prize five times. In 2008, The Times newspaper named Bainbridge among their list of "The 50 greatest British writers since 1945".
Imagine the whole world with its diversity shrunk into a cottage in woods. It is like a society surviving on a tight rope. The ego, insecurity and loneliness boil beneath the masks of bourgeoisie society. The emotions finally give away to the burden of the masks culminating in calamities. Beryl's characters were impeccable, plucked from diverse strata of the society.
The entire book comes together in the last sentence which was very frustrating! I felt the story should have really begun when it was over. The writing was average and the plot lacking. If you want my opinion, give it a miss.
I generally love everything written by Beryl Bainbridge and this was an interesting short piece which both unnerves and unsettles the reader by building up an aura of menace amongst this group of characters.
Thrown together in the 60's, this group of misfit friends (some with partners, children and even a delinquent friend) meet in the Welsh hills for a short holiday spent in forestry cottages under very basic conditions.
As the characters interact more and more this story felt like it was bordering on an edge not dissimilar to Lord of the Flies with hinted at menace and darkness within. Once the characters get bored of playing Monopoly and being civil with each other then they really start to unravel.
BB's traditionally simple and hugely direct prose is always strangely hypnotic to me and totally absorbing.
Oddball characters thrown together in rustic setting. Like other Bainbridge novels I've read, the characters seem unable to communicate and understand each other. There's some humor here, though not as whimsical as her other books. A good read with some surprises. Bainbridge's writing is excellent as always.
A motley group -- two couples, a kid, a special-needs obesity case, a couple on-site hands -- roughs it together (well there are cabins) on holiday in the Welsh woods. But as the cold winds blow and an evasive bottle of meds goes rogue, everything falls apart. This is all likely an elusive allegory (key characters are named Balfour, Gosling, and Roland), and even with the hair-raising descent into misanthropy and spite, there's something very structurally satisfying about the novel. In particular, a Monopoly board is put out for a game twice, and Bainbridge is very deft in detailing how metal pieces are assigned, where dice are rolled, and who's paying attention. I suspect she was the only writer anywhere who could make a board game come alive in fiction. Hell, even the one-sentence first paragraph ("Balfour, unbearably shy, was waiting for them.") is given symmetric force by the similar final sentence (don't tempt yourself, just wait for it).
Inspirational moment: "People changed and in changing affected others, were affected in their turn, a continual process of addition and subtraction. Cut the communication lines and contact was broken, no information could come through. If the breach was serious enough, the lapse of time long enough, one could be fired upon by one's own guns."
ya so this whips. likely woulda dug no matter what, being a sucker for "ppl go to the woods & stuff goes real bad wrong" narratives, but what makes this a special treat is all of the psychological mousetraps & heated doorknobs & swinging paint cans that the story is riddled with: it could have ended like 128 different ways, all of them nightmarish. best use of monopoly for dramatic tension since that one sopranos ep. (n.b. this review pertains to the 1979 rewritten version; q for any berylheads, is the orig 1968 novel substantially different / worth reading for comparison's sake? lmk pls)
Take a clutch of disparate characters out of their usual comfort zones, plant them in a primitive woodland camp for an uncomfortably long weekend, and watch as their foibles and vulnerabilities collide and interweave with predictably dire consequences. The suspense of the book lies in not knowing quite which consequences, although Bainbridge quickly sets several hares running.
Set in the early Swinging Sixties, the permissive zeitgeist has clearly not yet impinged upon Bainbridge's odd cast, who mostly seem like relics from an earlier much more buttoned-up period. Yet this is a timeless tale of human alienation and dysfunctional dynamics, packed into a short spare narrative whose atmosphere exudes dull menace from the outset. I was fleetingly reminded Abigail's Party but without the laughs, and Lord of the Flies but without the overt savagery. The fateful and clearly telegraphed denouement creeps up on characters too self-absorbed to react to what is really going on, and so avert tragedy.
A tale with a shockingly abrupt end, but disappointingly without any endgame. I wanted Bainbridge to continue for at least another 24 hours, unpicking all the recriminations and repercussions which would surely have ensued. But no, she simply puts down her pen.
There's no doubting the power of the author's sparse style, but some of the characterisations are equally sparse, which makes them an oddly unsympatheic bunch to relate to. For me, a strange and disconcerting read, and ultimately a dissatisfying one.
Beryl Bainbridge's second novel and it continues the mood of the first by throwing a bunch of weirdos - although the type of weirdos we would recognise, perhaps even in ourselves - together into a closed situation at the foot of a Welsh mountain. Again, the action takes places in the late sixties so some people are more up for the changing times than others and the addition of an adolescent with learning disabilities provides a feint linkage to The Sound and the Fury by Faulkner.
Mike Leigh's Nuts in May would be another comparison although the humour is far darker and the ending is horrific. We see it coming and indeed, the dust jacket proclaims that something bad will happen - but we are not sure what form it will take and who will be the first to bite the dust, Scooby-Doo style.
The novel features a game of Monopoly and all the irritation that comes with that - a microcosm of society where all the winner needs to do is to go all out in their own interest as others will be only playing half-heartedly.
I don't know what to make of this book. It's bleak, depressing, oppressive, but also compelling. The author scrutinizes everyone under a microscope, and exposes their (and our) small repulsive human inadequacies and pettiness. I'm filled with questions and wish I had to read it for a class where we could all sit around and discuss it. The only person whose inner life isn't revealed--why is he here? Is there any redeemable character? Is love real and can anyone feel it? The father is totally impatient, never carries through on anything, and brings about the book's central tragedy because of his own short-sighted narrow mindedness and self-absorption, but does he deserve the final horror that occurs?
This gallery of characters are very well-depicted, with original and telling quirks, and none of them is particularly sympathetic (you get the impression that's not exactly on the author's list of priorities). With the combination of fractured and broken personalities, something awful is bound to happen sooner or later, and it is the innocent youngster who takes the brunt of it - on the very last page.
Not recommended for readers in a depressed or highly cynical mood, but certainly very accomplished.
A group of strange people - some of them barely know each other - others hate each other - holiday together in unglamourous surroundings in Wales. A lot of unexplained and unspoken irritations. Relationships are not what they seem of should be. Who is the strange boy Kidney and why did they bring him? Guilt? The little boy is left to fend for himself with disastrous consequences. Everything simmers until the dramatic end and then you have to imagine what happend next.
I found this book boring... I thought all the characters were awful and I never once got interested in what woulld happen to them, although I knew from the start that something dreadful would happen. And it did, but only on the last page, and then it was mentioned, and that was it. Not for me, this one.
Fast paced story following two disfunctional couples during a camping holiday.
I was never bored and their was a Gatsby-esque sense of tragedy which I loved.
Revision 2 months later:
I've decided to demote this book to three stars because I didn't read it that long ago and all I can remember is a vague feeling of satisfaction: not memorable enough to deserve four stars.
Phew, what a thriller. this book is about damaged people. The impact of selfishness, cruelty, deprivation of love and acceptance and kindness. Some of the personalities drive you bonkers. How do the wheels turn for the cruel, selfish ones and the mistreated..........................
I picked this up because it's from the 60s (which i love) and the Penguin decades edition is a thing of art. After the first third i really couldn't stand this book, the writing was great, but i either hated or pitied all the characters, which together with the lonely woods setting, made it feel altogether too depressing. I kept thinking i would put it down at some point and read something less gloomy to break the desolation, but i couldn't stop reading, and although repulsed by almost everyone, and the only action being a game of monopoly, it was mildly addictive. i'm still not sure what to make of it, the last page threw me a bit (it was devastating), but the book needed it. 3* for the writing, cover art and readability, but i will never read this again.
Enerzijds: bijna theatraal als je het boek leest. Er gebeurt weinig (geen actie) maar de figuranten, onderlinge interacties en hun gedachtengang heeft ze in woorden kunnen vangen. Zou daarom meer van haar willen lezen.
Anderzijds: ligt de focus niet op actie. Dus je leest over een groep mensen in het bos in een hut. En ze spelen monopolie (heel kort gezegd). In alles merk je wel dat het een verhaal is met een duister plot, maar die ontplooiing verloopt op zijn zachts gezegd traag. Dat is in dit geval onderdeel van de opzet en haar focus op de figuranten. Maar daardoor werd het voor mij ook een worsteling om te blijven lezen.
An intensive character-study of a certain element of 1960s Britain, when the country was coming to terms with the post-war world's final death throes...as a wave of new ideas & the new social breakdown takes hold of two families & assorted odd-balls on a rustic holiday in north Wales. Beryl Bainbridge handled these forces with an admirable restraint...leaving the final sad events as testament to a society struggling to cope with an era of rapid change. The bewilderment is paramount, a feeling of utter confusion at the relentless despair of ordinary lives.
Beryl Bainbridge is a name that’s fun to say and a master of a genre I described to my mother as the British “cozy-miserable”. This novel though, i ultimately struggled with it a bit even though I enjoyed it and was affected by it, it did seem like there was a rush to judgement or something by the end or that Bainbridge realized that all the various pieces didn’t fit. One the main issues for me is the character of Balfour who never really felt fleshed out which was surprising as the other characters were well-drawn. Thus his final revelation of emptiness didn’t have as much impact.
The scene setting and descriptions of the characters worked really well. The first game of monopoly was punctuated with some hilarious one-liners. Then the story sort of lost its way. I think Bainbridge knew what she wanted the ending to be and had to add some filler to actually get to it. Enjoyable for her witty prose but not as much substance as I was hoping.
I found this a difficult read. A collection of unsympathetic and dysfunctional characters brought together in a rural setting with a vague atmosphere of menace. Feels like a Mike Leigh movie but without any redeeming charm or quirkiness to the characters. It does build towards a terrible climax at the end.
Life is too short to finish this book. When I opened my Goodreads app to record this the quote was Frank Zappa: "So many books, so little time." So it's better to move on to a book I will enjoy!