Yes! I’m getting caught up on my reviews…hardly reviews…but, posting a bit of feedback, for my own records.
A brief aside: I’ve had a hit on my blog from Bangladesh this morning. These things amaze me and I often do not notice, unless I am busy writing something as I am this morning. I look outside at the blue-white day and am grateful for the steaming hot coffee on my desk and my dog, Max, who curls up at my feet.
I was with Hollee in the bookstore this summer when I saw a book titled The River by Helen Humphreys. It was filled with maps and archives and bits of observation…all things that I relish about life these days. When I leafed through it, I knew that I wanted to read it some time…but, buying a book wasn’t in my budget, not at that time. Now, these months later, I still have not purchased or read that book, but have read two other Humphreys books that found themselves on the very generous discount shelves of a book store, one is The Evening Chorus and the other, Coventry.
The Evening Chorus was of particular interest to me because the protagonist, James Hunter, who through unfortunate events, found himself a POW during the second World War and ends up keeping his connection with normalcy through the daily observations of a nest of Redstarts. In the back Author’s Notes, one actually reads that while this is a book of fiction, it is connected with three historical and documented events. I love history, and so, of course, this would interest me. So, underpinnings to the novel include 1. There was a Wellington bomber that went down in the Ashdown Forest during World War II. 2. There was a German prison camp Kommandant who shared a family of Cedar Waxwings with a prisoner. 3. John Buxton was a wartime birdwatcher who wrote a book about the Redstart. I could only dream to have a copy of his book.
I’ve discovered that I’m a detail lady and this book describes, very carefully, the challenges faced by James Hunter and his peers in the POW camp, the struggles of family back home and the simple act of documenting, writing about and drawing, daily observations of a family of Redstarts. Retired and self-directed, I am blessed daily with the experiences of ‘slowing down’ time by entering into a process of observing nature. I surround the words, ‘slowing down’, with single quotation marks because it is my intention that by entering into that process of observation of nature, time will slow, but in actuality, three hours can go by very quickly as I become immersed.
The fact that I share some of the rituals of the protagonist, I was very at home with this book. Helen Humphreys is generous, lyrical and authentic in her portrayal of the motivation of characters throughout.
A terrific read and at a great price…but then, historical fiction is my favourite.
The Evening Chorus, when all is said and done, is a formally conventional but for the most part satisfying yarn; a quiet novel about a calamitous event whose most trenchant passages show the cast of Humphreys’s poet’s eye: “The song of the redstart begins as a melody and ends in dissonance, as though the song itself comes undone in the process of singing it, finishing up with all the right notes presented in the completely wrong order.”