This is Kate Atkinson’s first novel,
and it is interesting to read it having read Life After Life. Much like
Ursula’s repeated bad luck and multiple deaths in that book, in this one Ruby
recounts her life through a series of deaths.
Death
in Atkinson’s hands is a blackly comic trickster. Frank, the narrator's
grandfather, who survived WWI, perishes when a German plane, having overshot
the York railway yards, dumps its bombs on him as he takes a shortcut down an
alley.
Some
deaths are comically histrionic. Ruby's father, an incorrigible but inept
womanizer, dies the death he might have wished, a coital coronary as he
inappropriately has sex on the floor with one of the buffet waitresses at a
family wedding.
Deaths are
constantly foretold. We are told of Ada's sad demise several chapters before it
happens. When we hear about Nell's elder brother Lawrence running away to sea,
the narrator cannot resist telling us that, after two decades of travel and
adventure, he will be blown up by a German mine in the North Sea.
Finally, as Ruby recalls her sister's death, she remembers and
adopts the blackly unsentimental manner of her childhood self. She and her
other sister, Patricia, look at the Christmas tree and wonder silently how
Gillian's presents might be reapportioned. Ruby's coolness in her manner of
narrating the novel's deaths is one reason why the novel is funny rather than
mournful. But this coolness also has an explanation. A family saga will always
have revelations, and near the end of Atkinson's novel we find that not every
death has left her protagonist unshaken. There is a secret to be revealed that
is not comic at all.
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