If this book tells you anything about the author, Zoe Coyle, it's that she is a fierce intellect, powering tremendous humanity. This novel is lit by a sensual energy that informs the way the central character likes, loves, and moves through the world. The book flirts with the reader like a charismatic stranger with an urgent story to tell. The fiction has a strong theme about euthanasia - not the didactic mechanics or morals of it - but the desire and consequences.
This is a visceral piece of writing. Pointillist in its detail of light and shade, of smell, of touch and feeling. Of the scudding clouds of emotions, and the blood and bones of desire. It is written down the umbilical cord that ties us together. The love we make, the love we choose, the love we’re born to.
That’s a lot of metaphor for one review. The story is about Delphi Hoffman, her mother Vivian’s death, and the implosion of her family. (The centre will not hold.) The guilt, shame, grief and love that happens when the gates between life and death open. This is a story of between here and there, of living in the time of being and nothingness. For me, it stirred all the grief of lost love, but not in a mawkish Victorian way, but with the gestalt of the 20th century. This is active grief, powered by 100% organic love and it’s transfixing for this.
Coyle has a poetic turn of phrase that comes out in sentences like, “The death of a child is an atomic desecration.” “She has stepped into the internal war zone of another human being.” “The sombre grey funeral attendant returns holding his hands clasped in front of his groin like a fleshy fig leaf.”
Throughout the book is the importance of interconnection - between family, friends, lovers… all of humanity is paramount. “Sometimes it seems so blatantly obvious to me that we’re all connected, like when I meditate or when I burst with empathy to see people reunited at the airport. I can’t always hold on to that grace, that knowledge, because fear destroys it.”
So, the story is one of grief lit by gratitude - gratitude that travels from the universal (for life itself) to the small and eccentric (a well-plaited crown of grey hair on a kind stranger.) It is about the ineffable beauty of being.
The publicity so far focuses on the current euthanasia debate in Australia. Don’t let the deep weight of that important subject drag you away from reading this novel. This is a story about love, and friendship and family, and the light that shines in us all. I found it compelling