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240 pages, Paperback
First published November 1, 2018
We're a bloodthirsty lot, we humans
As in the two other novels that I've read, silence is a strand that runs through the novel. Charlie can't communicate with his hapless wife Claire when he returns from harrowing war time experiences in Nagaland, a state in northeast India, (a place that I've read about before in Ben Doherty's 2018 novel Nagaland.) He doesn't tell her about his trauma because he doesn't think she will understand and his sometimes contemptuous thoughts about her indicate that while she (like the widow of a soldier from his patrol) may be curious, she only wants a sanitised truth. We're meant to feel compassion for him, and we do, but he's consistently awful to her. Cold, distant, uncommunicative, and indifferent both to her efforts and to her sad discovery that this marriage is awfully hard work when he disappears for hours on end to plough his fields and then comes inside to sit in silence until it's time for bed. And then #hmm he's quite willing between the sheets...
Since the novel is set in the post-war rural Cotswolds made more bleak by the worst winter on record in 1962-3, Claire's role is domestic. She's a city girl transplanted to the farm that Charlie has inherited from Uncle Ralph and she has no idea what being a countrywoman entails. There's no welcoming community of women to support her, and oh dear... she thinks that having a baby is going to solve their problems.
Ok, this is a human tragedy well traversed by now: there have been many, many stories of war trauma and the impact that has on families. There is no question that Georgina Harding writes beautiful, lyrical prose. Whether writing about the brutal cold of an English winter or the soaking monsoons of the Nagaland mountains, she makes her settings so vivid that a reader can feel her own fingers numbed by snow and ice or sense rain dripping down her neck in the rainforest.
Mind you, the middle section is overlong. Of course it took days and days for Charlie to make his arduous journey away from the Naga who have sheltered him back to the nearest colonial administrator, an anthropologist called Hussey. And yes, this is where Charlie can't shake off his memories of what happened on that fateful patrol. But did it need to take so many pages about the trek itself to convey that? Maybe she did the trek herself and was getting its travails off her chest.
*pause, hunt around online*, yes she has. Ah, the perils of wanting to use all your research!
Anyway...
What makes me think that the book has a confused moral core is Harding's prosecution of the idea that war is an absurdity...
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