Winner of the Costa award for best novel (but not the
overall award), shortlisted
for the Women’s Prize (previously the Orange Prize) but not even on the Booker
longlist, Kate Atkinson’s novel has perhaps underachieved after the significant
hype and rave reviews on its release last January. Nor, despite its embrace by
the sci-fi (and speculative fiction) community, was it submitted for the
Clarke.
Atkinson has
flirted with the weird and the fantastic before, in Human Croquet (1997) and in her short story collection Not the End of the World (2002) so perhaps it's no surprise that Life after Life is a slipstream
novel rich in metaphorical resonance. For those not familiar
with the term slipstream it’s a little hard to pin down. Writer Bruce Sterling
coined the term as “a kind of writing which simply makes you feel very strange;
the way that living in the twentieth century makes you feel, if you are a
person of a certain sensibility,” probably situated somewhere between sci-fi
and literary fiction. Atkinson’s novel fits because it uses an unusual device:
the main character, Ursula Todd lives and dies several times. The novel, again
and again, picks up Ursula’s life either at her birth or at some other juncture
in her life. Such devices always signify a self-consciousness about a text and
signal its metafictional properties.
The novel’s subject matter is familiar - the
massive changes (and weight of history) that occurred between the start of WW1
and the end of WW2. There is much here about the changes in women’s lives, the
granulation of class relations and the experience of war; throughout Atkinson
is brilliant – really brilliant - at evoking the voices and textures of life in
the early part of the twentieth century. There are lots of good reviews
online though most find it difficult to write about the novel without giving
big spoilers. The novel starts with a twenty-year-old Ursula about to
assassinate Hitler though we aren’t sure if she succeeds. Then the novel goes
back to the start of Ursula’s life on a snowy night in the winter of 1910. On
its first iteration Sylvie, a comfortable middle class housewife gives birth to
Ursula stillborn, the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. In the next chapter the doctor makes it
through the snow and Ursula survives the birth. Then we begin to learn about
the household; the servants Mrs Glover and Bridget; Ursula’s siblings Maurice
and Pamela, her parents Sylvie and Hugh. In these early chapters Sylvie is the
focus of the novel with brief insights into the young Ursula’s thoughts. In her
fourth year Ursula dies and then the novel restarts.
The UK’s greatest
exponent of slipstream is Christopher Priest and in his customary old-school,
slightly grumpy fashion he reviewed
Life after Life. It’s one of the
better reviews because I think it asks most of the right questions even if I
don’t think he’s correct in all of his analysis. Nonetheless:
“This is a beautifully written book, the language
precise, evocative, sometimes lyrical, sometimes referential, often witty, sometimes even vernacular. You can open it at
almost any page and you will find good English, plausible dialogue,
well-balanced narrative, attractive passages of description. Kate Atkinson is
an excellent stylist and this book is a pleasure to read.”
And he’s right; it’s all those
things, pleasurable, compulsive and easy to read. After a dreadful Autumn of
reading very little I read the book (600 pages pbk) in a few hours over 3 days. Reviewers
of literary fiction in the broadsheets have given overwhelmingly positive
reviews. Most praise the evocation of middle class family life and the scenes
during the blitz as the standout features, whilst a few are less convinced by
the episodes in Nazi Germany. Another criticises “a tendency to resort to
excessive allusion and literary quotation” whilst Priest criticises the thin
characterisation. Instead I found Atkinson’s
references to Donne, Marvell, Keats and Shakespeare just right for the tone of
the novel and true to her characters. I’d agree that some of the characters are
a little thin but sometimes mood, atmosphere and detail can be just as
important as depth of character in conveying time, place and complexity. Amanda Craig gets it right in her review:
“By returning to characters and incidents, she builds
up an almost pointillist impression of her world. The personal merges with the
political; by the end, the happiness and survival of the Todd family have
become a matter of keen interest.”
Indeed it never feels like Life after Life is driven by the
demands of plot, like most mainstream fiction, TV and movies. It’s the
journey(s) that are important rather than the end point.
The novel messes with your expectations.
Initially you see that Ursula’s life gets a little longer with each section but
that calculation is soon shattered as you realise that Atkinson is writing Ursula
a series of different lives where she will never be the same person, depending
on chance, on the decisions she makes, and the actions of others. The novel
takes on another level of complexity as Ursula starts to experience déjà vu when
she approaches challenging moments of her ‘other’ lives. The reader has to ask whether this is ‘really’
happening rather than it being a structural feature of the text; if so, what can
it mean?
The
fragility of lives (especially in war time), the impact of choices taken and
not taken – on individual lives and greater historical events, are not uncommon
literary preoccupations so I’ve been trying to discern why I found the novel so
powerful and moving. I think the answer is Ursula. First there’s the central
metaphor of the book – in an almost fairy tale-like-way she keeps coming back
for more: she endures, and in the best of her iterations is open to the new
possibilities opening up around her whilst sensitive to what is being lost. When
in other sections life dishes out bleak and uncompromising alternatives, the
reader feels the loss of her potential and her strength. Amanda Craig again:
“Ursula is in keeping with Atkinson’s previous angry,
intelligent women survivors and avengers. Once she has made determined,
repeated efforts to save the family maid, Bridget, and her little brother from
dying of Spanish flu, we’re on her side. Each time, we are told how “darkness
fell” but, each time, she is reborn.”
I always try to be aware of my propensity
for hyperbole so I won’t go overboard with praise. I don’t quite understand why
for instance Atkinson wanted to start the novel with Ursula so consciously
trying to change history. It makes you feel as though that is where the novel
is leading us; to a final act of history-changing significance, and in a way it
does. Yet the substance of the novel undermines such an idea: that this is what
individual lives are for or can achieve. Instead it seems to show the
importance of bearing witness to history and how it is collective effort and
action that can make a (small) difference. As you can see I’m still puzzling over
it. That said, I loved reading it and like
all the best texts it requires and deserves a second reading. For anyone
looking for a good book it’s a brilliant way to start 2014.
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