Stanley’s father has been struggling with life ever since his wife died. He has taken to the bottle. Stanley does what is in his power to assist, but there comes a time… The inevitable happens, and though it might be inevitable, it is no more east to deal with.
Stanley is black. He seems to be less conscious of his Jamaican origin than we might expect. He is very much a Londoner, whereas his father was ever conscious of his Jamaican roots. His father’s death shakes Stanley. He meets Jessie, also of Caribbean heritage, but from Leeds and apparently working class, different therefore from Stanley’s Blackheath ways. They hit it off together, her comely figure featuring large in Stanley’s priorities.
The novel then becomes a road movie. Stanley and Jessie take off in a car to travel. One feels that they are seeking themselves as much as new experience, but the car takes them across Europe and into the Middle East. We follow them. We observe them. I theory at least, we share their experience
But these are no conventional travellers. They meet other people along the way, but crucially they explore different styles of everything as well. Bernadine Evaristo has the two lovers explore their experience via prose, poetry, screenplay-like dialogue and other less conventional forms. It is all very poetic, with the language used often incorporating local terms, presumably to spice up the authenticity. But it has to be said that the admixture of styles does get in the way of getting inside the characters. It is as if language itself has become the goal of their travels.
The poetry is often sublime, sometimes prosaic. The situations explored by the travellers is sometimes familiar, sometimes not, sometimes credible, sometimes not. We feel that they are searching their lived experience and history for who they are, or who they might be. But throughout I felt that they might be looking in the wrong place. Out of the head might be better than in…
Soul Tourists is quite an inconsistent read. Anyone looking for a conventional trip will be disappointed by the frequent changes of style and viewpoint. It is an examination of language, but before the end of the book, we begin to wonder exactly whose story we are in.