The Great Reading Project
It is finished. With much moaning,
plenty of avoidance, and at times even a penitential spirit, I have fought my
way through 438 pages of Andrea Levy’s Small Island. And you know what? I’m
glad I did.
The small island of the title refers to
Jamaica and England – and I think it could also refer to us as individuals, we
who work at keeping ourselves apart from others.
One of the ways we do so, and a major
theme of the book is prejudice. ‘Small Island’ is rife with it. It is
demonstrated by the Americans against the blacks (the ‘n’ word is used
jarringly and often) by the British against ‘the darkies’, and also against
other Brits of a lower class, and among the Jamaicans against other Jamaicans
with a darker skin or a less refined accent.
Each one of the characters (except
Arthur, a mute father-in-law) exhibits prejudice or harsh judgement. Each of
them, in fact, is unpleasant, unsympathetic. It takes a bold and confident
author to allow her characters to be who they are and not endow them with some
borrowed amiability.
While I often wanted to put the book
down for good, now that I’ve reached the end, I’m really glad I persevered.
Taking the story as a whole rather than four chopped up narratives, I can
appreciate Levy’s skill at capturing dialect, invoking a mood, unveiling a
character. There are also beautiful passages of prose, and a few very humorous
moments such as this:
This was war. There was hardship I was
prepared for – bullet, bomb, and casual death – but not for the torture of
missing cow-foot stew, not for the persecution of living without curried shrimp
or pepper-pot soup. I was not ready, I was not trained to eat food that was
prepared in a pan of boiling water, the sole purpose of which was to rid it of
taste and texture. How the English built empires when their armies marched on
nothing but mush should be one of the wonders of the world. I thought it would
be combat that would make me regret having volunteered, not boiled-up potatoes,
boiled-up vegetables – grey and limp on the plate like they had been eaten once
before. Why the English come to cook everything by this method? Lucky they kept
that boiling business as their national secret and did not insist that the
people of their colonies stop frying and spicing up their food. (pg 105,106)
I didn’t like the structure of the
novel. Each character narrates his own portion, sometimes in the past,
sometimes the present. One event might be told twice from two different
perspectives, which admittedly was interesting. More than halfway through the
book, the fourth character appeared. You’d think that would be too late to have
an impact on the plot, but apart from his own story which didn’t encourage me
to hold him in affection, his appearance was when the story really took off for
me, and I started to root for the sorry cast of characters.
Glad I am to have come to the end of it,
and glad I am to have read it.
So far so good for the GRP!
Next up: Gift from the sea by Anne
Morrow Lindbergh (replacing her Bring me a unicorn)
Inferno – Dante
Heart
of the matter – Graham Greene
The Snakepit – Sigrid Undset
Sound and the fury – William Faulkner
Man and woman – Alice Von Hildebrand
Invisible man – Ralph Ellison
Masterful Monk (series) – Owen Francis
Dudley
Shepherd’s
castle – George MacDonald
Last
light – Terri Blackstock
84 Charing Cross Road – Helene Hanff
Bring me a unicorn – Anne Morrow
Lindbergh
Unlocked
– Karen Kingsbury
Gift from the Sea should be a relaxing, refreshing read for you now. Betcha you;ll like it ;)!
ReplyDeleteI've read all of four pages so far, and I want to quote them all! I can tell this one is a keeper.
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