The Week at World’s End takes place in 1962, as the Cuban Missile Crisis is reaching fever point, with the US and Russia both paranoid and poised to launch nuclear missiles … Unusual historical setting for a middlegrade children’s book. Naturally, I was extremely curious as to how the author would handle it. And the answer? Beautifully, of course. I love Emma Carroll’s writing, and in this novel, it’s at its very best. The story-telling is crisp, the characters are recognisable and relatable, and the crafting of the plot is seamless and very, very clever.
It all begins when Stevie and her best friend and neighbour, Ray, discover a girl sleeping in the coal shed. Anna is on the run from people trying to poison her – she says – and needs a place to hide. For the kids living at World’s End (the name of the street), boring, ordinary life suddenly becomes exciting. But also frightening and confronting. With the background buzz of the missile crisis – regular talk of ‘pressing the button’ – Stevie, Ray and Anna begin to wonder how much time they have left on Earth. It propels them into a carpe diem day-trip, and they bunk off school, scraping together what money they have for a trip to the seaside. It’s an adventure that starts with heady freedom and ends with a grounding bump as reality catches up with them, but don’t worry, it has a happy ending. And not just the standing down of weapons, gunboats and fighter jets.
I really don’t know how to do this book justice in a quick review. It’s playful and yet packed full of hard-hitting themes. With beautiful details about the era – from the shop names to the news topics – a picture is drawn of a time when the world was on the brink of change. The best of times and the worst of times. On one hand we have the macho stand-off that could destroy everything, and on the other we have people coming together to demand peace and fairness. The character of Ray is African-American and his interest in the civil rights movement on the other side of the pond echoes Stevie’s sister’s passion for speaking up for the campaign for nuclear disarmament. And Anna, who we come to discover has an illness, is a reminder of both the joy of living and the aftermath of war – she’s the canary in the coalmine, with a personal grievance against nuclear arms and a painful connection to the premature death of Stevie’s father.
It’s not easy to write for children, especially when it comes to themes such as mortality, war and mutual destruction. But Emma Carroll is so skilful that not once did I think no, uh-uh, this isn’t right. In fact, it felt very right. Some children may read it as a straight-forward adventure, and for others, it may raise questions. And that’s a good thing. Because we shouldn’t shy away from difficult topics; kids come across them all the time. Hushed conversations and snippets on the radio and headlines on newspapers. And in our day and age, there’s social media to contend with. Whirling words and images without solid information can create confusion and fear, and sometimes the truth may be terrifying, but better to approach it rationally, sensitively, without the sensationalist spin. And a truth wrapped up in a story is easier to swallow and digest. But I’m going off on a tangent…
The Week at World’s End is fantastic read, thumping home the importance of peaceful protest, standing up for what’s right, and realising that you don’t really know someone until you know their past. (I’m a huge fan of brittle Nan). I would recommend this book to children age 8+ - and if it does raise awkward questions, then the answer is to use what went before to teach us how to live now, and how to raise your voice should such times ever come round again.