A man, recently released from prison, is setting out on a journey, walking over the disused railway viaduct that spans his native city. He is not sure where he is going and, after years of captivity, his instinct is to take the route that opens in front of him. On the railway he meets other "travellers" like himself, who are fleeing society's constraints and judgements.
From the opening sequence of The Viaduct the reader is aware that in a strange way the normal concepts of human existence have altered; the focus has shifted imperceptibly; the rules are no longer the same. It is the achievement of David Wheldon's arrestingly original first novel to have created, effortlessly and with deceptive simplicity, an alternative world; one, moreover, which becomes totally credible to the reader. Yet it is also a novel that each of us is allowed to interpret according to our own experience.
An entirely fascinating book written in pure allegorical form. I'm not sure I was able to fully penetrate its meaning, but there were def sections which did speak to me and gave me pause to think and examine. It encapsulates so many things as a metaphor for life, loneliness, society, moral indifferences and how we view the world in general. And I'm that's only a few things it touches on since so much of the book felt just out of reach on the first read.
It's an absorbing read otherwise and I loved Wheldon's crisp writing style. I'm just not sure how I feel about the book. I may end up thinking about it for a long time and have a feeling I will return to it over again. Which I feel would be fully in keeping with some of the messaging in the book.
[The Bodley Head] (1983). SB/DJ (Uncorrected Proof). 176 Pages. Bought from I. D. Edrich.
Maps - with clear nods to Franz Kafka - the peculiar, liminal odyssey of “A.” on release from prison; where he had been jailed for sedition. Fugitive evasion blended with a quest for ultimate meaning.
A plainly written, brief tale which is loaded with thought provoking symbolism.
“The have no conception of things beyond the boundaries of their own parishes.”
“…the trackside philosophers…they can be most beguiling. They all have their own ideas,their own rationales, their own devises for making the evident obscure.”
“…the signalmen… solitary and idiosyncratic…”
“…You can see you have a problem… Perhaps you might try to find out its exact nature before attempting to solve it…”
“In time we learn, all of us, that no other mortal is interested in what we have to say.”
“I did not want, by my non existent voice, to bring the pointless story of my own upbringing to his feet.”
“‘What drives you on? Where are you going? Or are you escaping?’ … ‘These are dramatic questions. And they are old. I cannot answer them.’”
“You have no option but to continue aling this road.”
“If you know where you are going, then you’ll do well.”
Per the late author’s own web-site:
“An allegory of life as travel and expectation. A man leaves his past and walks away from his city along an abandoned railway. He discovers that the track has become the home of innumerable travellers: the railway, in its disuse, has become a linear metaphor of the human world. Strangeness and unfamiliarity stretch away at either side of the familiar onward perspective.”
Dystopian existentialist novella: in some ways it feels as if it dates from the late 1950s or early 1960s. Curiously compelling & atmospheric, perhaps because I didn’t try to interpret as allegory or think too hard about it.