A novel with a huge emotional charge. Nicholas Lezard in the Guardian (15/09/2001) said: "If you like a novel that expertly puts you through the wringer, this is the one."
Hilary, an Englishman, travels to post-war France, searching for John, the son he only saw as a day-old baby before the Nazi invasion drove him from Paris. Now a friend of his late wife's believes he has tracked the lad down in an orphanage. But is the little boy that he meets his real son?
The protagonist, Hilary, is the archetypal ‘stiff upper lip’ Englishman. In the first chapter, disconnected by being set in England rather than France and nearly two years before the main action, we discover that Hilary’s relationship with his mother is one of “bitter incessant strife” since his father died, partly because his mother insists on enjoying a social life. He wants her to comfort him instead. He is the sort of man who, starved of familial love, has taken refuge in literature and poetry. But there was a moment in his past when, on a year in Paris, he fell in love and married and fathered a son. That happiness was snatched from him by the war and he has retreated again into his books, building a shell to protect him from further hurt. Now, if he is to find his son, he must expose himself again to the possibility of pain.
The first third of the book deals with the mechanics of how the little boy was lost. There’s a slightly disconnected preface when Hilary discovers, on Christmas Day 1943, that not only was his French wife killed by the Gestapo for her role in the Resistance but also that his son had gone missing. The informant, Pierre, pledges to find John because he feels guilty because his own wife was entrusted with John before she too was captured and killed by the Gestapo. The book picks up again in 1945 when Pierre tells Hilary that he has found a boy called Jean in an orphanage in a northern French town. The chain of events linking John to Jean is traceable but by no means certain. Jean himself is too young to remember his earlier life.
Thus we are launched into the main part of the book which focuses on Hilary meeting Jean and trying to decide if Jean is John. This section is set in a town which has been brought to its knees by invasion and occupation and even by the violence used to liberate it. The infrastructure has sustained heavy damage. The necessities of life are in short supply. The meals at the hotel are meagre and unappetising ... but there is the choice of the black market menu which those like Hilary who have money can enjoy. Life at the orphanage is even worse. Jean is poorly fed and worse clothed. His toys are “a pinecone, a stone marble with nearly all its colour rubbed away, a used American stamp, and a tiny little celluloid swan with its head broken off.” (Ch 6) His dormitory is, of necessity, shared with boys who have TB; since milk is prioritised for those under six, rickets is inevitable for the older boys.
And the people are damaged too. When your country is occupied, it is almost impossible to survive unless you collaborate to some extent. Pierre, who has lived under the Nazis and been part of the Resistance, understands that. He says: “I am tired of ‘collaborationist’ as a term of abuse; we each did under the Germans what we were capable of doing. ... Some found they were better than they thought, some worse.” (Ch 2) But Hilary, who never suffered occupation, is unable to see beyond black and white. When Pierre reveals his support for Charles de Gaulle, Hilary dumps him: “He’s a fascist ... to take him with me would be to contaminate my ordeal.” (Ch 4) Later he describes France as “enveloped in a miasma of corruption”. (Ch 10) This is a man who does not do empathy and one almost fears for the future of Jean if he is brought up by such a moral absolutist.
But that's the scenery. The foreground of this part of the book is whether Jean is John. Hilary takes Jean for walks, trying to find evidence, intuitive if not physical. As the author described the pathetic little orphanage boy and charted the developing relationship between Hilary and Jean, I started to urge Hilary to adopt Jean whether or not they are related; my view was shared by some of the other characters in the story and by other readers to whom I have talked. But Hilary knows how much raising a child will disrupt the life he has built around poetry and London and intellectual company. Even encountering the orphanage’s maths teacher, who used to do research into maths at the university in Paris, he finds it “inconceivable that an intelligent man should be happy to live in a provincial town and talk about everything in the world with people less intelligent than himself.” (Ch 10)
I adored this middle section of the book. I was absorbed into Hilary’s dilemmas and I longed desperately for him to make the right choices. This was writing at its most immersive.
This part of the book is the liminal zone, in which Hilary is filled with doubts, conflicts and uncertainties. But a plot must have a conclusion and this is achieved in the final quarter of the book when Hilary goes to the cinema to watch a film and breathe in the cheap perfumes of the women in the audience. He tells himself with his trademark priggishness: “Both the film and the perfume had been manufactured on the assumption that sexual desire was a potent force and that people could choose to lead lives in which the satisfaction of that desire was the driving motive.” (Ch 12) Suddenly his sex-drive is reignited. Immediately, bursting onto the scene like a deus ex machina, temptation arrives in the form of Nelly, a lady whose way of life is supported by multiple men. But Nelly comes with a cost: she’ll only let him love her if he comes to Paris and, since his money is running out, that means abandoning Jean. The scenery changes too from the predominantly drab tones of the lifeless town to the arrival of a circus and fair.
We shift into a higher gear. The need to make a decision becomes more urgent. The tension is ratcheted up. The plot is driven towards its ending. But it all felt a little out of the blue. The transition felt clunky. I felt that I could see the mechanism of the plot being operated. The ending is nail-bitingly tense and hugely dramatic ... but it felt contrived.
In summary, the book certainly works on the level of a page-turning read with an important question and a plot which races to find an ending. There are moments when the nuanced moral challenges reminded me of a Graham Greene story. The centre section of the book was spell-binding. But I found the ending too manipulated. This was a meal that could have been a banquet but was let down by its dessert.
Selected quotes
- “As groups we often do evil that good may come and very often the good does not come and all that is left is the evil we have pointlessly done.” (Ch 1)
- “One can never be short of the end, only of the means, and so we must be sure that the means are good.” (Ch 1)
- “Once - but so long ago! - Hilary had understood food. He had treated his palate as a precious instrument of pleasure, and indulged it with esoteric knowledge. But all this was so far away that his consciousness had forgotten its sensations. For so many years now meals had been dull, methodical exercises less pleasurable, in terms of real pleasure, then the movements of the bowel that were their necessary complements.” (Ch 4)
- “I don't like children as such; they bore me. I used to think a child of my own would make me happy, but I know that isn't true any more.” (Ch 4)
- “The little boy came in and in the instant before his eyes perceived the child there was torn from his blood, his body, his very consciousness the conviction that this was his son.” (Ch 6) I found this sentence ambiguous. Was the conviction torn out of him or away from him?
- “Hilary was a fast reader and dreaded nothing more than to be stranded without print.” (Ch 8)
- “When I was a young woman ... there was a word for women who wore clothes for this purpose - and believe me ... that was not ‘member of the Resistance’.” (Ch 10)