This is a stunning book, written by an author so skilled at both the big and little, the near and far, the personal and the collective, that you’ll walk away from the conclusion feeling as if you’ve truly been on a journey, an emotional, visceral, gut-wrenching, hope-instilling journey with a very human set of characters.
I’ve read and enjoyed other books of Jane Davis and have always found her to be an excellent writer, one with an ability to set time, place, and character with such detail and specificity that her work is memorable. But perhaps her most admirable, enduring trait is the sheer originality of her themes, and the literary, almost poetic, unfolding of her narratives.
In Smash All the Windows, the reader is immediately thrown into a mix of families and individuals who’ve experienced a tremendous tragedy: the death of their loved ones via a disaster in a London subway, one in which fifty-eight people are crushed to death when an overcrowded escalator malfunctions during the height of a pre-holiday rush hour. The tentacles of impact, grief, loss, and despair emanating from this one catastrophe are pervasive and overwhelming, and the story begins by introducing us to the handful of characters Davis chooses to follow, back and forth through time, from before and after the event, to pull apart and explore the whys and hows; the painful, searing experiences of each, whether those on the escalator or those mourning the ones who were.
I found some readerly organization was required to keep the characters straight at the beginning; I had to go back a number of times to recalibrate who was who, which was essential, given the tangential importance of each character’s story, but once that settled in, the varied and poignant process of each survivor as they arched from devastation to, hopefully, some form of—if not acceptance—existential survival, is powerful.
There are two effective devices incorporated in developing the story: 1.) The contemporary inquest into who was at fault for this accident, a storyline that involves a passionate, obsessive attorney and his somewhat beleaguered partner and girlfriend, and 2.) The evolution of an art exhibit organized by one of the victim’s husbands, now an artist of note, intended to honor and memorialize the victims and their families.
In the first, we are immersed in viewing the tragedy from all sides and from every perspective; in the second, we witness slow, tender, painful moments of healing brought about by the sensitive, selective gathering of pieces of the victims’ lives into a powerful, moving art installation. Climbing inside both narratives—one tortuous and terrifying; the other tentative but uplifting—makes for a beautiful juxtaposition. Davis never fails to follow both with authenticity and beautifully articulated observation.
This is a compelling, memorable read; highly recommended. And once you’re done with this book, if you haven’t yet, go pick up some of Jane’s other work. She won’t disappoint.