I loathed this book on so many levels that I didn't have the time to elaborate on them all .The one star I gave is for the cover of the book .As an Australian, my first question after reading only a few pages was 'has Naomi Booth ever been to Australia ? ' (the country in which the novel is set) . I doubt it. On reading a few passages out to my husband, he laughed and said "Where did she get her Australian vernacular from ? Prisoner Cell Block H ? "
The main characters in the book ,Alice and her boyfriend Pete have apparently moved from Sydney to a fictional town set in Australia’s Blue Mountains (a place Booth clearly incorrectly imagines is full of quite scary uneducated-red neck-boguns of a calibre that doesn't actually exist) . I have lived and frequented these 2 areas in all my life .The people Booth describes as living there are unbelievable and unfamiliar. The way they talk and communicate ,live and behave is something you wouldn't even find in the most remote rural red-neck, outback town (even in a pandemic) .
The conversation on page 12 between the main characters Alice and Pete and a man in a pub in the Blue Mountains is not just disgusting ,but had me spluttering my coffee into my lap with a combination of shock , disbelief and hysterical laughing . It is the most implausible piece of dialogue I have ever read in a book . I am widely traveled and I can't imagine the conversation occurring in any country anywhere ,let alone Australia. When I read this page out loud to quite a few people to test their reactions, they were at turns utterly stunned, horrified and shocked until finally snorting with derision .This type of disingenuous dialogue, which occurs throughout the novel is the key to the main flaw in Booths story ; it appears that her over-riding need is to shock in order to cover and divert from the gaping holes in her plot , rather than to impress with genuinely skilled writing .Given the amount of 4 and 5 stars this book received I can only presume that less discerning readers were impressed by her shock and awe technique and were as unfamiliar with Australia as the author.
The glaring errors flow forth on every page ,destroying the integrity of the entire story .Some mistakes are too huge to swallow (and any good story has to be believable; even a fantasy )and some mistakes are laugh out loud stupid . Even the small errors take on gigantic proportion because there are so many of them. She is totally unfamiliar with the Flora and Fauna and describes ludicicrous scenarious such as seeing a family of red foxes hiding in a swathe of red bottle-brush in the city ! Most Australians never see a fox in their entire lives ,but even if you did,there is no hiding place in a bottle-brush for one fox let alone 5 ! Nor is the Jacaranda a "bush" and absolutely nobody would buy gum trees and go home and plant them in pots because they can't and will not grow that way (Their root systems are massive even when tiny).
As if to divert from these glaring errors that I suspect the Author knew she had to be making (She has to have been aware of her own ignorance ,so perhaps she hoped Australians wouldn't read her book ), Booth pads out her story with a lot of irrelevant and gratuitously nauseating and gory memories experienced by Alice (scenarios which I looked for and then found on youtube, where I presume Booth searched for inspiration) . This too often strategy used to divert from poor story telling did not work for me, it grated. Even in an an imagined Dystopia ,had Booth added her own lived experiences it would have added both depth and plausibility to the story. Instead it forced me to suspend my disbelief a step too far and created gaping hollows in which her story crumbled.
It isn't just the dialogue and behaviour that is ludicrous ,but much of the vernacular Booth uses is entirely un-Australian and having lived in England for 3 years and being married to an Englishman I can confirm much of it comes from her country of origin. To hide her unfamiliarity with the way Australians actually speak she throws in a lot of words she imagines Australians use all the time like "bugger" and "beaut" and the "C" word ....but worse she makes constant offensive and truly horrible casual racist references to Indigenous Australians while calling them "Abo's" . Booth even uses the term "black fella" ;a term that hasn't been used since the 1940's ! I'm not saying there isn't racism in Australia and if Booth had restricted the racism to a few characters it might have been acceptable ,but Booth would have you believe that it is endemic and it isn't .
No Australian would EVER use terms like:- "Giddy Boy", or "No ta " (it took me a few minutes to work out "no ta" meant "no thank you")or "Face like a smacked arse"(a term used in Ireland and the North of England and even when I was in England I only heard it said about 3 times in 3 years) , or refer to a young woman's, young husband as "her old man" .
The fact is Booth would have written a much better book if she had set her story in territory she knew. I suppose people unfamiliar with Australia won't realize how weirdly wrong and off kilter her book portrays this part of Australia ,but as an Australian I felt hugely annoyed....and unusually for me , I felt a weird sort of anger at her portrayal of every Australian in her novel as rough, crude, mean , stupid and brutish. Even Alice, the character you are supposed to like has only a few redeeming features. Everyone else is not just awful ,but an awful parody of some already outdated cliche.
On turning to the last page of the book I discovered that Booth was born and raised in West Yorkshire and now lives in York and I have to wonder why she chose to set her book in a place she clearly knows almost nothing about. The first annoying thing about "Sealed" was the tense. Booth begins the telling of the story on the first page from a point well into the future and speaking deep in the past tense ,well past the events that happen in the book . However on the second page and still in the same initial second paragraph ,she suddenly slips into the present tense and stays there as if she had forgotten how she started. The book then remains in the present tense and only delves backward into the past from that present point. Her promising beginning is lost and none of the editors or publishers even noticed this massive slip-up.
Booth also throws around the names of native flora and fauna in a desperate attempt to convince her reader that she knows her subject matter. When she describes someone laying in the grass "as if brown snakes and redback spiders weren't a thing" I had to laugh. For one thing redback spiders are NEVER in the grass and they don't wander or roam . They spend their entire adult life in the same place (in cracks and crevices) and the babies only move a tiny bit away from where they were born which is why you find huge clusters of them in the same place .The places you would find redback spiders are in outdoor toilets , abandoned children's toys in unused sandpits , under the rims of buckets , in pipes and hiding in your B.B.Q ! I am always in the bush and even lived on a farm for several years and have hardly ever seen a brown snake ; maybe 4 in total ,in my entire life.
The story is ludicrous .Absolutely nothing is believable. No event holds water and the decisions people make and the relationships people have with each other beggars belief. Even the Pandemic itself is full of plot holes (a little more science would have been useful ).I can't divulge more without "spoilers" ,but in summation I really only forced myself to finish the book so I could write this review. As I inferred earlier , if Booth had set her book in Yorkshire in familiar territory she may have written something great . Some of her ideas are good...but sadly most of them are not and setting her book in Australia was the worst idea of all .