The last few years, I feel as if I can't get enough of H.E. Bates. Something about his style of storytelling, and the glittering quality of his descriptions, just does it for me.
The Triple Echo is a late novella, published only a few years before he died, but it apparently took 25 years to write, the problem being a superfluous character within the mix that finally had to be cut out. It was worth the extra work because the result is pretty good.
A soldier stumbles onto an isolated farm, and meets a lonely young woman whose husband is a prisoner of war. They fall for one another, and with the war calling he goes AWOL, dresses as a woman and helps her on the farm. But because such solitude proves wearing, tempers eventually begin to fray, and when a sergeant shows up, scouting the landscape for suitable tank training ground, things get badly out of hand.
Boiling this one down to a simple summary gives the whole thing a somewhat ridiculous sheen, and yet the story is at times captivating and the love between the soldier and the woman – if that's what it even is – is beautifully rendered. Certainly, the book's first half (for me, anyway) ticked all the boxes, the slow unfurling of the characters, the rich descriptions of the scenery and the seasons, the layers put into the background of the story. The ending is nicely played too, devastation really, but I couldn't help feel that there was a descent into melodrama that cost the whole book probably a point and a half of its rating. So, torn between a 3 and a 4, I am going low.