Not a million miles from Andi Watson and Simon Gane's previous collaboration, the recently reissued Paris, the story here is the most obvious thing in the world: a young woman from a dull background having a romantic awakening in a classically romantic location, this time Greece. And as with Paris, it's OK for the story to be simple because it's mainly there to hang the gorgeous visuals on. Apart from a few scenes of ports and parties, there's much more space here than in Paris' Where's Wally visions of Gallic street life, but it's not empty space; Gane has drawn the rocks and leaves, those little square homes seen from afar, in a style which is at once spare and yet makes you wonder how anyone could have had the time. And then the palette, which likewise is in one sense minimal - white buildings, khaki-ish rocks and plants, blue sea and sky – yet also not, because within the blue in particular there are such tiny, perfect, vast and evocative modulations. This has seriously amped up my excitement about having a trip to Crete booked, just from those blues (and equally, left me puzzled that Sunburn is coming out at the end of October when it's such a summer holiday book).
Also like Paris, it's set in the past, which there made sense (the City of Lights has had a tough few decades since the heyday the comic captured), but here leads to a certain...awkwardness? Dissonance? Basically: it is some point within unglamorous living memory, where the heroine's staid suburban family have not long since had a telephone installed, and all she has to look forward to over summer is a job at the butcher's and a week in Clacton, until some family friends she barely remembers invite her to stay in their villa. Family friends who don't have any kids of their own, and dress her up, and encourage her to drink, and take her to parties, and smile at her romance with a boy she meets there. And so for much of the time I was reading I was thinking, OK, this is absolutely the set-up from a charming coming of age story from 40-70 years ago...but also, read in the now when everything is tainted, am I being lulled into a false sense of security and the sophisticated older couple are a prototype Epstein and Maxwell? Well, normally I wouldn't want to give the game away, but here I would for once have liked to know in advance myself, because it was harshing my idyll, so: things aren't entirely above board, but she's never in any danger beyond hangover and heartbreak.
(Edelweiss ARC)