A dog made me pick up this book. Well, look at him! Quite clearly a terrier! looks just like that when you say “beach” or “park”.
Turning to the synopsis I found that the terrier was a Jack Russell, and I found myself intrigued by the prospect of a very interesting book.
The story opens in Edwardian London.
Reilly is an impoverished artist, living in poverty, surrounded by unsold canvases. But maybe his luck is about to change. Reilly exhibits his paintings in a cafe owned by his good friend Mountjoy. Gower, prominent critic with the power to make or break reputations, sees them, likes them, and becomes Reilly’s patron. His future seems assured.
But no. Gower is found drowned in a local canal and trail leads directly back to Reilly. He protests his innocence, but he is tried, found guilty, and imprisoned for life. Only Mountjoy and Reilly’s lover, Amy Sykes, believe that he is innocent and they are powerless.
It seems that Reilly will spend the rest of his life in jail and that his work will always be obscure …
And there is the another story, the story set in present day London.
Samantha Dodd is at a low ebb. She was always solitary, never quite fitting in with the crowd, and now her mother has died, leaving her alone in the world. She is bored and unhappy at work, and has been given a final warning.
Wandering through London she looks into the window of an art gallery, and she is entranced by the painting she sees. She talks her way into a job at the gallery and sets out to acquire more paintings by the obscure artist and to promote his name. Reilly.
For the first time in her life Samantha has a purpose and is a woman possessed. She will do anything. She will stop at nothing…
The two stories, of course, collide in the end, but I’m not going to say how.
But I will say that it is exactly right. And that Nimrod, a very well drawn terrier, has a small but crucial role to play …
Chris Paling twists his two stories together, and he balances them perfectly. As one rises the other falls. It’s a fine and compelling example of the traditional art of storytelling.Sometimes I thought I knew what was going to happen and my expectations were very cleverly subverted. And sometimes I had no idea where the story was going, but when I got there it was completely right. Very clever!
And there was so much to hold my attention.
Two fascinating characters. Idiosyncratic and utterly believable, and the kind of people you don’t find in books too often.
Richly painted pictures of London in too different ages, packed full of wonderful details. If a certain Mr Collins and a certain Mr Dickens had been able to look into the future, I do believe that they would have recognised the city, and appreciated the story too.
All of the elements come together to make an utterly readable book, and one that completely defies categorisation.
I’m glad I found it: thank you Nimrod!