A boy named Peter arrives on a train … and Sally’s life is changed forever. In a series of tiny stories, Sally reveals what Peter has stolen from her. But there’s another voice. Peter's voice. Because he hasn’t really done anything wrong. Has he? Years later, Sally uses another train to show Peter the cost of his actions. But is it enough to teach him right from wrong? This story could happen anytime, anywhere. Toy Train … when games are not what they seem to be.
What a soda stream of life and living is in this novella by Nod Ghosh. All the emotions are put on to simmer for us readers: anticipation, fear, joy, and curiosity come into play. And yes, that huge emotion: wonder.
And then they bubble on through.
With strong characters that this reader sometimes loved and cherished and other times despised and wanted to shake, the journey bobbed back and forth through their lives before rattling down the tracks, on occasions, as if heading for disaster. On others, as if towards clearing skies.
But the settings are what set this book apart for me (did you see what I just did?) I’ve been there. Lived there. Gone to school there. Had my wet knickers put to dry on a radiator there (did you see what just happened?) Memories are flooding back, taking me back to childhood in that other country in that other time. Memories that haven’t seen the light of day for decades.
Ghosh and her Toy Train did that for me. Through her fiction with its real strong sense of unintentional happenings, she caused me to reflect on how one small thing in our early years can be with us into old age.
And for that, alone, I thank her. This book I will read again. And again, whenever I want to board the personal memory journey that is Toy Train. And discover more under those very clever layers.