Two and a half stars would have been my choice, and two seems a little harsh so three it is, because I did want to keep reading this book despite reservations. I persevered through this loose and fragmented narrative just hoping I would get to know what on earth was going on, which is to be fair all an author has to do to keep you reading. And there was a lot going on, and that’s one of my gripes. Talking of gripes, here they are:
1- The plot. Whose life was it all about. The multi 1st person narrative certainly didn’t help clarify this. Was it about the priest, the little girl, the mother, the new shop owner across the road, is there in fact no main protagonist? And all the sub-plots about the little fat boy, the red haired moody boat one, the daughter in Paris, the bloke who just died, his dad, the selfish new neighbours, even the previously long-dead Priest? And were they sub enough, or were they in fact main characters too? It seemed to be about all of them to be honest; perhaps that’s the point. But that diluted it all for me and weakened the book. Also, they’re all a bit annoying. Even the nice Chocolate shop owner gets a bit irritating as she repeatedly moans on about her kids leaving her, and don’t get me wrong, I was pretty upset when my own kids left home so she did well to annoy me on that one.
2- Did it have a climax, a denouement (getting flowery myself now!) … well I thought it might eventually get to one, especially when the tattoo witch moved in across the road and annoyed our nice chocolate witch, but as it turned out, it didn’t really for me, just a lot of wind blew one night and then it all sort of fizzled out. The priest had a sort of big moment eventually, but then so did the voiceless little ‘windy witch’, and the other daughter came home to have a moment too, and then even the mother may have done, which was sad but then not sad as it turned out. And how about the other witch, and did she do good or bad things, was she an enemy, and did she bewitch the little girl in a nice way or a bad way, not to mention all those tattoos knocking about the village waiting to cause mayhem perhaps; what was the point of them? It all added up to a lot of questions and few answers.
3- The style- Some beautiful passages yes, I agree. But, flowery and a bit repetitive for me. The wind’s always doing something, shimmying and rustling about, and then children, yes we know they are only borrowed and have to be given back, you’ve already said that, and how many different ways do we need ingredients described before you just lose interest? As some have said in other reviews, it seems a little self-conscious, trying too hard, cloying and saccharine. To be fair, Ms Harris may not have been trying too hard, she could just naturally produce rather flowery prose. Fine for me in a poem, but a bit too much in a whole book. It can be beautiful at times to be fair, but like chocolate itself, gets a bit sickening when over-indulged, all a bit unctuous and overdone.
4- So this hefty slab of Magical Realism, while clever, crafted and complex, all becomes a bit indigestible and over-done for me; too many subtle ‘notes’ lingering about to try to get your poor overworked taste buds around. Read lightly and without too much investigation it gives the impression of a good book, but read with more attention and interrogation, I personally think it fails on too many levels to rise above just ‘good’. Just my opinion though; you may well love it like so many others.