I am slightly conflicted in my feelings about this book. There are elements that I like a lot, and others that didn’t work so well for me. But, I am the first to admit some of that is a matter of personal taste. I like novels that have a plot, something that you are following, that are going somewhere. That is not to say that I don’t enjoy books with no plot, but…
Attraction is a bit of a Sunday drive. Perhaps some people won’t understand that statement. When I was a kid my parents used to go out for a Sunday drive, an aimless ramble around the countryside by car, with no particular purpose or destination. These days with the price of petrol so high, it is unlikely anyone is going to drive around for a couple of hours for no reason.
‘Attraction’ is something of a road trip. Three women drive from Auckland to Gisborne, where they stay at a family bach. We see parts of the journey, hear snatches of New Zealand history, names and places. This is one of the things I like about the book, little snippets of the past creeping into the story. Te Kooti pops up frequently as he is hunted across the country, having first fought alongside the Government forces and later against them. We stop for snacks at Pak’nSave. The stories of relationships emerge. The narrator has come out of a difficult and troubled relationship with Nick, but now is involved with Ilana, one of the other road trippers. Their relationship, if it can be called that, is also strained. There is a permanent tension between them and the third party Ashi, who Ilana seems to fancy while the narrator has been her friend since school. The permanent tension hangs in the air and often overshadows events. It rains a lot, adding to the strain.
One of the pleasures of the book are the descriptions that paint such vivid pictures. “The bach is a puzzle of corrugated iron and repurposed wood. If you squint, you can see it’s on a lean. It’s small too, only four rooms, including the bathroom. But the porch is wide and flat and faces the sea.”
When the narrator receives a call about her sick grandmother, she and Ilana head across country again, this time to Levin. I’m not sure the book will win many plaudits from Levin, given a rather severe character assassination that takes place. I loved this bit of narrative:
“A TV architect once said Levin was the ugliest town in the world. He said the Liquor King was the only redeeming building. Helen told me this, but she couldn’t remember the architect’s name.
I said, - Kevin McCloud?
Who?
Grand Designs.
No, not that one.
Restoration man? The shed guy?
No, not them.
I didn’t know any more TV architects.
Like everything else that happens here, this man’s words had fallen into some parochial hole, too deep for memory, too small for Google.”
That excerpt will means nothing to most of the world who are not expose to British architects on TV. New Zealand gets all the British TV shows, and repeats them ad nauseum.
The town’s aging population is captured in the line “Everywhere, daytime TV can be seen through pulled lace curtains.” The experiences of retirement homes in Levin are beautifully painted. For example, “Retirement homes are dead-ends. They are places tired of living, places sick with it. That is why they are easy to die in.”
On a visit to the hospital, this phrase turns up out of the blue, “People clot in the waiting rooms and all down the halls.” Clot, what a great word to use about a hospital. I am sure I have never heard it used before. That is what you get with ‘Attraction’, little flashes of magic.