Julia Garnet is sixty years old, emotionally repressed, sexually inexperienced and has spent her life in almost sacrificial frugality. She is also the amazed heir to her former - even more frugal - housemate's legacy. Harriet seems to have had a secret: a genius for investment! Who knew? Certainly not Julia Garnet.
Both Julia and Harriet were dutifully pro-labour, even deriving a sense of moral superiority - or at least moral purity - from the connection. But beneath the austere surface, Julia Garnet was hungry for adventure, for travel, and, most unexpectedly, for beauty, the latter having been limited to admiring the inherent loveliness of flowers in other people's gardens. Julia was starved for joy and she was shrinking into oblivion when her housemate's sudden death changed everything and brought Julia face to face with with her surprising destiny.
Where would you go if you suddenly had money to travel? France? Egypt? Bora Bora? Miss Garnet chose that most decadent and sensuous of Europe's cities, La Serenissima, Venice. The mere mention of Venice evokes many images in the popular imagination: elaborate Carnevale Masks; extravagant chandeliers and gold leaf interiors; illicit assignations in gondolas; magnificent meals and expensive wines; Murano glass and hand-made shoes. Venice has all of this. And churches. Lots and lots of churches. Miss Garnet was CoE, of course, and like so many of her ilk, suspicious of anything "Romish". Her life was marked by as utter an absence of the voluptuous in terms of spiritual life as it was in terms of daily life. Despite the suspicion and antipathy toward Catholic display, millions of Calvinists seem to feel almost envious of the astounding outpouring of genius and talent that even fairly modest Old World Catholic and Orthodox churches contain. But none amongst them can rival Venice for sheer sensuous indulgence. Despite the ravages of damp and salt, Venice is home to a vast artistic inheritance - one that was about to rock Julia Garnet's world.
The habits of a lifetime are not easy to break and Julia seeks out a fairly basic lodging except for one detail: the balcony that presents to her view the glory of Venice's architecture and that indescribable light that so intrigued artists from da Vinci to Canaletto and beyond. From her tiny perch above the teeming canals, Julia Garnet will dive into a life she could not have imagined. Friends had been few and somewhat cold-blooded in England but from her first day in Venice Julia seemed to attract an amazing number of interesting and talented people and for possibly the first time in her life, she fell in love. Not once but twice. And one of the objects her love was - of all things - an Angel. An Archangel to be more precise. A beautiful androgynous Archangel whose presence seemed to follow her around the floating city. His name was Raphael.
Her other love was Carlo, a charming, worldly man with a vast knowledge of art, especially the artistic treasures resident in his home city. Julia was certainly not looking for love when she ventured out on her first walk along the canal in search of interesting historical landmarks. As a retired teacher of history, Julia had imagined an orderly progress through the history of the city but serendipity entered her life and turned its orderliness on its head.
The mystical and the mundane live cheek by jowl in Venice in an intimacy unmatched anyplace else. Salley Vickers, the author of Miss Garnet's Angel, captures the layered personality of Venice in parallel stories that unfold contrapuntally gradually advancing toward the grand reconciliation between dream and reality, innocence and experience, love and loss.
Venice is a city of Angels but, perhaps more than any, Archangel Raphael is an abiding presence. Identified with healing and with the protection of travellers, he is a fitting avatar for Miss Garnet's adventure and on her first attempt at navigating the complex paths that lead everywhere and nowhere in Venice, she stumbles upon a rather obscure and little known church, the Chiesa San Raffaele. Led by innocent curiosity, she trespasses on an art restoration project - or perhaps I should say a transformation project because conventional, unimaginative Julia Garnet is about to be changed forever.
Beauty does that. Especially when it sneaks up on you. Sensible people, practical people, serious people have little use for Beauty. It's a distraction. It enlarges your senses. Colours suddenly become hypnotic. Sounds that you would ordinarily screen out advance to the front of your consciousness.
Beauty intrigues us much as a brilliant magician does. Can we trust our senses to give us an accurate picture or are we being subtly deceived? What would happen if just for a moment we suspended our disbelief and let ourselves feel wonder? What would it be like not having to understand something intellectually but actually entering into it, becoming part of the story instead of the critic? Level-headed Julia Garnet succumbs to the charming story of Tobias from the Old Testament Book of Tobit told in paint by the renaissance artist Giantonio Guardi and finding new life at the hands of Toby and Sara, the almost-twins and art restorers Julia discovers in the Church of San Raffaele.The story of Tobit, Tobias, Azarias (Raphael in human form), an unpaid debt, a dog, a giant fish, and a beautiful but tragic bride is unlike anything else in the Judaic Old Testament. We find no jealous, narcissistic Jehovah here. Missing are the blood and gore, the stories of deceit and revenge, the anger and judgment of an implacable god. Here we see the other face of the divine: the gentle strength, the patient wisdom and, ultimately, the blinding radiance of pure spirit.
To say more would risk spoiling the experience of Miss Garnet's Angel for potential readers of this little gem of a book. Salley Vickers' mastery of the art of story is fully realized in this novel and those who read it are changed by it.
Fair warning: Miss Garnet's Angel is an irresistible force of nature, a mystery with no solution but many possible answers. At the very least, you will question your assumptions about the possibility of "entertaining Angels unaware", the limits of material existence, and the finality of death. Not bad for one book.
© Delia O' Riordan 2012