There’s a fascinating story in this book, a chance event which links characters throughout the life-time of a sea-side resort pier. It’s a clever idea. But for me it just didn’t come off.
Let me start with what I did like – in fact, loved. The chapter on Michael Braithwaite, the young man with a different intelligence to the rest of the world. He can sense the supernatural, he can tell one plane from another and become a war-time hero. He can stack deckchairs like nobody else. I so wanted to meet him. The author is absolutely brilliant at bringing him to life, following his thought processes with simple, direct language.
And I loved the fact that I now have a lovely new word to add to my repertoire: ‘susurration’ – the murmuring sound of waves on the shoreline (although there were plenty of other words I had to look up which seemed placed there purely to assert the author’s superiority, but then I can be grumpy).
The book as a whole, though, didn’t gel. Too much going on, too many styles – music hall humour, supernatural episodes, murder, exquisite prose, local history, lurid sex. (Sorry, but detailed accounts of masturbation added nothing to the plot.)
So all in all I can’t say I enjoyed Murmuration. But I bet you it goes on to win awards. Thanks to Legend Press for a copy to review.