It was interesting to come to O'Flynn's debut after reading her third, and most recent novel Mr. Lynch's Holiday. In reading her books out of order, I wondered what I might notice about how she had developed as a novelist. Would signature preoccupations and themes be identifiable? I thought I might come away with a better perspective on her as a writer, a word artist, and I did.
What Was Lost is a fine novel. It is certainly deserving of the first-book award it received. It concerns an unusual, bright, and neglected child--Kate Meaney--a girl detective who lives with her grandmother in what was formerly a store (with a large plate-glass front window), sandwiched between a newsagent's and a butcher's shop, in a now derelict business section of town. Kate's quite elderly father has recently died; her mother ran off on them long ago. Using a children's guide to crime detection (a gift from her father), Kate spends much of her free time at a large shopping complex (Green Oaks), her trusty stuffed-toy monkey partner poking from her backpack, surveiling a suspicious looking man routinely seen in a particular section of this monument to consumerism. When not at the mall, Kate can usually be found conversing with kindly 22-year-old Adrian Palmer, her only real friend. Adrian has recently completed university, but he's "stuck". In spite of his father's prodding him to get on with a real job, Adrian works at his dad's newsagent's/sweet shop where he provides inappropriate --some might say "tone-deaf"--music recommendations to the mostly senior clientele. Kate will make another friend at school, the outrageously behaved "bad girl", Teresa Stanton. The neglect that Kate suffers at home seems almost benign when compared to Teresa's chaotic home life.
While Kate's story set in 1984 forms almost the first third of O'Flynn's novel, most of the book will concern itself with two adult characters who work at Green Oaks in the year 2003. Lisa is a manager at a music store, and Kurt is a Green Oaks security guard. Both of them are as stuck as Adrian had been in 1984. Repeatedly resolving and failing to leave their tedious jobs, they teeter on the brink of despair. Both spend their days watching shoppers try to fill their own lives of quiet desperation with consumer goods. Lisa is in a dead-end relationship with a lazy, dull music-store colleague whose dreams don't extend beyond moving into a larger flat that will provide a better view of Green Oaks. Kurt's partner, Nancy, died in a motor vehicle accident a few years back, but shortly before her death he was already aware that she no longer loved him. He has ongoing sleep troubles that contribute to an even bigger problem distinguishing what is real from what is not. He spooks his co-worker when he claims to see over the CCTV monitor a young girl (Kate) standing right next to this man who is doing his nightly walkabout. It turns out that Kurt is the only one who can see the girl, and now all but one of Kurt's colleagues--the weirdest-- refuse to work the night shift with him. In the end, perhaps the most important thing to know about Lisa and Kurt is that they are connected to Kate and Adrian, both of whom went missing 19 years before. By the end of O'Flynn's finely observed and captivating novel, the reader will know what happened to Kate and her 22-year-old friend.
While I don't feel this first novel of O'Flynn's is quite as strong as her third--she goes just a little overboard in her skewering of consumer culture and the characters' lives are just a tad too bleak--it is clear that she has been a fine writer from the start. First of all, she has a vision of life that informs and infuses her work. I can't think of a recent writer who so brilliantly captures the pall-like tedium of most people's working lives: the repetitive, dull tasks; the variously idiosyncratic, dull, enraged, or bizarre work colleagues. Civilization certainly has its comforts and advantages, but I often think that some of the traditional, egalitarian indigenous cultures (like the Anishinabe/Ojibwa) had it right. Labour may have been somewhat divided along sexual lines, but there was variety and meaning in the work: one made things and performed tasks that were plainly critical to one's own and the group's survival. Many modern "jobs" offer little satisfaction to those who perform them.
Besides the fine, sometimes ironic and understated writing, O'Flynn has created characters here that you care for and wonder about, even after you've finished the novel. You feel something when you read her work. In this case, I'll admit that I felt a terrible sadness for what, in fact, was lost. However, O'Flynn does leave the reader with some hope in the wake of sadness. There is renewed human connection. (In this way, her first book resembles her third.) However, the humour that is so much a part of her later novel, Mr. Lynch's Holiday, is harder to find here.
Readers who are looking for lots of action may want to look elsewhere, but I believe thoughtful, more patient ones who enjoy character-driven literary novels will find much of value in What Was Lost.
Rating: 3.5, rounded up to 4.