After seeing her list of Books of the Year for 2014 published in the Irish Times, I remembered how much I admire Eileen Battersby’s articles and her choice of books to read and review.
Even today, when I skim the reviews featured by the Irish Times, the one I click on, sure enough, is written by Eileen Battersby and reading it makes me think perhaps I could start 2015 the same way I started 2014, with Alexander Pushkin, here she describes his novel The Captain’s Daughter, republished in September 2014 in the NYRB Classic series, as a masterclass in storytelling.
So back when her Books of the Year came out, I had a look around the rest of the Books Section of the Irish Times, in part intrigued recalling a family member visiting via a short stopover in Ireland last summer and bringing bestselling books I had never heard of.
I was interested to read about their new book club and experience of reading John Boynes novel of a priest, A History of Loneliness and the intelligent, respectful way their readers are able to discuss and disagree in comments without resorting to the kind of insulting rhetoric that stops me from reading comments on most other mainstream media.
This month they are reading Nuala Ní Chonchúir’s The Closet of Savage Mementos, an author and a book I had not heard of, so after reading the blurb which sounded appealing and said to be inspired in part by the authors own experiences, I jumped right in.
The Blurb
Lillis takes a summer job working at a lodge in a small lochside village in the Scottish Highlands. Leaving home is a way to escape her sorrow and despair following the death of her boyfriend and a testy relationship with her mother, Verity.
In Scotland she encounters love and excitement but when a series of unexpected events turn her new found life on its head, she is forced to make a life-changing decision, one that will stay with her for her whole life.
My Review
Divided into two parts, Book One takes place in 1991 when Lillis is almost 21-years-old and in the throes of grief, after the death of her close childhood friend Donal, early on New Year’s Day.
She had already made plans to leave Dublin and take up a waitressing job in Kinlochbrack, a fishing village in Scotland and it is while living there, that she moves through the phases of grief and denial, falling quickly into a new relationship with her boss, 51-year-old Struan Torrance.
Lillis was ready to leave Dublin, her mother Verity a constant source of irritating worry, her father relatively inaccessible, having remarried and busy working and raising two small boys with his new wife; her brother responding reluctantly to her requests for help when asked, otherwise living a somewhat selfish, disinterested existence.
Here is their conversation when he tells Lillis he’s thinking of going to San Francisco, where all the girls wear flowers in their hair, and the boys too, hopefully, he added.
‘Shut up. You’re just pissed off because you’ll be stuck here forever.’ Robin flipped open his lighter.
‘I won’t, you know. I’ve got a summer job lined up in Scotland.’ I put down my glass.
‘You sneaky bitch. How did you get that? We can’t both go away.’
‘Look, at the moment I need your help with Verity. Promise me you’ll go to the house and talk to her. We can head out together.’
‘Lord, you’re so bossy. Is that why you arranged to meet me, to bully me into being our mother’s saviour?’
In Scotland Lillis has her job, her new boyfriend, instant friends at work, hills to climb and roam, the loch to visit; in her head she often revisits her enduring friendship with Donal, he becomes a resting place in her mind she constantly retreats to, as if waiting for the present to overtake these thoughts yet wondering if that will ever be the case.
It is about the unconscious effect of grief and shows how Lillis fulfills the need that arises from it, trying to fill the gaping hole left by the death of someone so familiar, mixed with the separation from family, a father who is elsewhere. She does things unconsciously and in Book Two, she will awaken from her emotional slumber with an earth shattering jolt.
Things end badly for Lillis in Scotland and after a short spell in Glasgow she returns to Dublin. We don’t learn what happened until she is a 40-year-old woman reflecting on the past, as it suddenly is brought into her present by events.
I don’t wish to reveal what happened in case you decide to read the book, an excellent reason for this to have been chosen as a book club book, as it prompts some very interesting questions about so many issues that will make it an interesting discussion.
“Just like when Donal died, I was pulled tight between forgetting and remembering. Any sense of myself as a competent human being, with things to do and achieve, had left me.”
Book two begins 20 years later, Lillis is pregnant and about to give birth to a daughter, her supportive and loving husband at her side. The pregnancy, birth and raising of the child induce a form of post natal depression and bring back memories and force her to address issues she had chosen to bury deep within her for the last twenty years. Much of it to do with being a mother, believing she had come from a long line of woman who were bad mothers.
“It occurs to me that I might be like Verity – exasperation was her fallback position, her natural state as a parent. Everything Robin and I did irritated her. She roared at us from one end of the day to the other….
Verity held the neglect she learned as a daughter to her heart and carried it forward to her own parenting. I do not want to be the mother that Verity was to me.”
It is a realistic novel with much to discuss and reflect on, both the decisions we make as individuals and those that we make due to the pressures of family and society.
Nuala Ní Chonchúir writes in a style that makes the reader feel right there in the room with her characters, the voices are authentic, the emotions vivid and sometimes disturbing, it’s like being in the front row of a theatrical production, even though the characters are over there, we feel the force of every word uttered and action taken and will likely need to talk about the experience with a friend when it’s over.
If you read it between now and mid-January you can join in or follow the book club discussion at The Irish Times (see the link below).
Miss Emily
To be published under her original birth name, Nuala O’Connor, (Nuala Ní Chonchúir) has a novel due out in May 2015 called Miss Emily, a dual narrative story told alternately from the point of view of Ada (the maid) and Emily Dickinson, the film rights of which have already been acquired.
An author to watch out for!
Sounds fascinating. As I was reading your review I was thinking it almost felt like a play or an HBO mini series, like I was watching and hearing the characters. Miss Emily sounds interesting too. Ahhhh, my groaning bookshelves 🙂
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Yes, the author is a poet and I think may have theatrical connections as well, I just love finding new voices that aren’t being feted by the mainstream. Miss Emily will mark her American/Canadian debut. You heard about it here first! 🙂
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And that is exactly why I love your reviews (and the books you always entice me to read) — because you find those new voices. And yes, I always “hear it here first” 🙂
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Interesting post !
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Thanks Helen, thought I’d share the journey towards finding a new book to read, one that didn’t come from a publisher.
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A novel about Emily Dickinson! Wonderful news, Claire! Good thing I’ve found your blog XD
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Yes, the Emily Dickinson novel will see her breaking into the US publishing scene, it will be interesting to see how it fares. Personally, I love those kind of well researched stories that take us back to another time and into the mind of someone still revered today.
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Ah yes, Eileen Battersby, I wouldn’t miss reading her reviews for anything! Nor would I miss reading yours either Claire! Perhaps you ought to consider starting your own online book reading club! Hope you and your family had a lovely Christmas which will lead on into a very happy new year! 🙂
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Isn’t she just the best reviewer Edith. And not only that she has a wonderful interest in translated works, which are something of a penchant of mine!
All the best to you too for 2015 Edith, I hope it has started well, despite being the depths of winter!
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I will try out your tip of The Irish Times, for like you I’m utterly bemused by some of the vitriol and personal unpleasantness that seems increasingly common in the comments of the UK online press. All too often it seems to degenerate into a ‘Biggest Smart Arse’ Competition! Like the sound of tye Nuala Ni Chonchuir books too – Ive never heard of her before but i like the idea of ‘What The Irish Are Reading’ and this might be a good source of future book suggestions!
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The Irish Times are certainly worth a look Col and its interesting regarding this book, they seem to be particularly interested in the male readers perspective. I don’t know what it is that attracts that vitriol online elsewhere, I guess the more popular a site is the more diverse (or perhaps less diverse) the audience and now that we are encouraging “freedom of expression” to mean “freedom to insult”; well no wonder we float about in bloggy land where we can set our own tone, as that seems to be the tone that sticks.
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Thanks so much!! V lovely to find this review. Cheers, Nuala
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this is a very interesting story. I do think that grief can have certain effect on us more than we ever realize.
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That’s so true Erdeaka and the effect often doesn’t appear until much later, as with this story. It’s like grief can be suspended for years and years and then suddenly arrives almost illogically, far from the event that provoked it. Thanks so much for commenting and sharing.
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Thank you for this recommendation, I have bought a copy following this excellent post.
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That’s great, I hope you enjoy it! Like I said, there’s a lot left unsaid, however it raises so many questions around silences and secrets that continue to exist today.
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