Now, before I go on, I should say that I haven’t finished the book, but I am open to finishing it. I’ve stopped just short of page 200. I’ve been feeling like leaving a review for a while now, likely because I’ve been bored. So, here’s a review, for where I’m up to so far. I might, should I finish it, and change my mind for whatever reason, come back and edit this.
I’d never heard of this book before; I came across it at my local library. The cover drew me in, as did the premise. I’m surprised that it hasn’t garnered more attention than this, and that the author, given his potential, hasn’t written anything else.
It’s a good book, for the most part. The language is rich, and replete with figurative phrases. I would say that it’s almost too rich, and borders on being excessive at times. Almost every page is full of rehashed, and reworked, descriptions of the weather, and the environment (which I guess you’d expect given what the book is about). All of this is very imaginative, and does breathe life into the world.
My main gripe with the book is that the characters, especially the boy (when the narrator was young), are annoying. Not only that, but it becomes very boring once the couple move out of the beach house, and movement 2 begins.
Why do I think that the boy is annoying? Because he’s - and I know I’m being petty and reductionistic here - a little pervert, and he sneaks away at every chance to spy on the couple, particularly the girl. Yes, fine, he’s a teenage boy, and that’s what they do; but still, it annoyed the shit out of me. Every page is him hiding here or there, watching, listening. The whole time I was wanting someone to drag him out of his hole and give him a good smacking. Much of him being able to spy on them, and talk to the girl, felt contrived: the man is always playing the piano, and I mean always, meaning that his attention is diverted, allowing the girl to do whatever she wants, have an affair with a 15 year old. The boy is allowed to leave whenever - I used to wonder how he’s out and about without his father knowing, up into the night, but there’s a convenient explanation revealed later: the father knew, but didn’t say anything. Sure, that might happen, but still, it felt like everything was designed, in an unrealistic way, to push April and Finch together, and advance the plot. Oh, and let’s not forget that once April runs away, years later, Finch somehow runs into her at university. But wait, there’s more: when he and April are travelling, they stop at a petrol station and who should they meet? The now legendary pianist, April’s ex, Speare. What are the odds? I know the world has been shrinking on account of rising waters, but is it really that small?
The characters don’t act their age. The boy, when he’s 15, acts like a 10 year old, then when he’s 20, he acts like a 50 year old, fresh from a Harvard reunion. The couple, too, both in their early 20s, act like they’re in their 50s, sipping wine like distinguished scholars fresh from a gabbing at Oxford Union. I was 15 once, as was I 20. Trust me. They don’t act or talk like that. In fact, I may be coming across as bitter here, but they’re pretty darn dumb, or, if you’d prefer, lacking in their intellectual/cognitive development, not far along the way, however far they may go... Are these two particularly bright/precocious? Maybe, dearie, but annoying nonetheless.
Like I said, it’s a good book, if not only for the language, and yes, the sort of touching relationship between Finch and April. It does deserve more recognition.