Starling is a story about childhood – something that is very special and precious and yet so fragile. Something that can be threatened and destroyed by the very people who should protect a child and help to make their childhood special, and in this book the adults do exactly that. Other than Madam Voisine who I loved, and the Russian man who owns the diner/garage, this book shows no faith in adults at all. Every single one is cruel, feckless, neglectful and vile.
Starling is also a story about friendship and resilience - both Alice and Remy are 'different' to their peers and haven't had huge circles of friends. The story focuses on their relationship and shows how they shore each other up, and give each other hope amidst their respective challenges. They become a ‘found family’ for each other and their friendship becomes a positive, enabling element in their lives, sustaining them, protecting them and making each of them more resilient.
This is a really beautifully written book, which propels you through the pages, and the story of the two children and their special bond is set against stunning descriptions of the natural world – descriptions that are lyrical, and poetic, and which vividly evoke the natural world that surrounds them. The beauty of nature is another sustaining factor for them and it enables the children to be carefree, to experience fun and joy. This contrasts sharply with the daily tensions at home and school and the constant, underlying sense of danger and threat the children face.
Kirsten Cram’s skill at spinning an underlying sense of impending tragedy is immense, and without spoiling the plot, when the ultimate bad thing does happen, it is not what you expect.
There is also a fairytale, dreamlike quality to the story – I loved the ethereal vagueness that pervades. It is the kind that you get in fairy stories, and is matched by an ambiguity in the character of the Madame Voisine. (Is she a witch? At the very least she is surely a wise woman!)
Magic is an important element, especially for Alice who is sustained by the wealth of stories she has read, and which she recounts for Remy – stories from Dickens to C S Lewis’ Narnia. At one point in the novel, Alice declares that she needs to believe that there is magic in the world or she does not know how she could bear life, and this completely breaks your heart.
Despite the dreadful challenges Alice endures from school bullies, her teacher, and her feckless mother’s boyfriend, she retains an optimistic outlook on life and never loses her wonder at life, sustained as she is by her vivid imagination, and the power of stories.
Remy, who is enduring physical abuse at home, has a more cynical approach to life. Between them, and with the assistance of the mysterious Madame Voisine, a neighbour, the children manage to find a haven for their bright and curious minds, as well as the essence of meaning they are both seeking in this grim and exquisite, unpredictable world, and despite all the challenges, the optimistic note prevails.
I don’t want to say too much more, as it risks spoiling the magic of this stunning novel. It is incredibly well written, with characters that will live on in your hearts and minds long after you have finished it. Don’t take my word for it, just read it – this novel deserves far more attention than it has had to date.