“The Thames was an old lady with an expensive facelift and new clothes, robed in cloth-of-gold and ermine in the form of luxury apartments and Michelin-starred restaurants."
By chance I have been reading a few books recently in which the city of London, and the River Thames, could be considered to be major characters – fiction and non-fiction. Earlier this week I featured Caroline Crampton’s magical The Way to the Sea, a mixture of history, literature and memoir.
Today we have Linda Grant, one of my favourite authors, and her most recent novel.
The book starts uncompromisingly with the burial of an unknown woman whose body has been pulled from the Thames: no messing about. From there it moves back seven months to flit easily among a number of different characters, living a very real London life. It is not a gloomy book, but the life of London is definitely shown in all its hardships – the people who have to keep moving from one rental to another. (Young people in London say that they and everyone they know all move flats once a year – and that’s people with proper jobs, not those struggling on the edge.)
Grant has said that this is her Brexit novel, although it is only mentioned once by name:
The anti-Brexit marches they didn’t go on, the houses they didn’t buy and the one they did, the prizewinning novel she bought and left on the bedside table only half read, the petitions she signed without really reading them, the 34 degree London days and the 28 degree London nights, the new iPhone, the new dress, the new shoes, the dying trees in the streets, geraniums still flowering on Christmas Eve (‘the seasons are broken’), another election, a by-election, a new prime minister and me, me too…Pretty much London life today, and pretty much an encapsulation of a state of the nation (and perhaps the world) novel. But you do need to read the whole book, with its wide range of people, its people who are immigrants and refugees, people who don’t fit into categories. Racism and terrorism play their part too.
Grant is so good at drawing a character in a few lines – often via their clothes:
Thinking back to your youth and how there’s no-one braver than a teenage working-class dandy in the age of punk with a few quid in his pocket to spend on clobber and records. The shirts he used to have! The beautiful shirts, the reckless T-shirt slogans, the Doc Martens, the drainpipe jeans.
[This Is actually Joe Strummer of The Clash, but he’ll do…]
There’s Francesca making nice with her future father-in-law
Francesca, whose mind was a clutter of florist’s flowers, expensive art books, shoes and hard-to-obtain French cheeses, was nervously attentive to his opinions about a range of subjects she knew nothing about. Fishing treaties, assisted dying, traffic-calming measures, food additives, penal reform – the usual blather of phone-ins. ‘Oh I see,’ she would say ‘How well you’ve explained it.’ Who wouldn’t be flattered?One of the questions of the book is whether people are wholly alone, or whether they can make themselves into communities, even briefly. Francesca again:
Her sense of the atomisation of city life, the granular quality she had always taken for granted, people plotted on a map like stick-pins, was being replaced by clusters of which [they] were members without being aware of it, part of defined groupings of individuals unknown to them but with common purposes.This reminded me of one of my favourite lines from Edith Wharton’s House of Mirth:
Such a vision of the solidarity of life had never before come to Lily… All the men and women she knew were like atoms whirling away from each other in some wild centrifugal dance: her first glimpse of the continuity of life had come to her that evening….And this next passage reminded me of Caroline Crampton’s book The Way to the Sea, as mentioned above:
He remembered his lovely Thames, her steady inexorable purpose, how she was a watery road through the city, how the Spanish Armada had tried to sail up her and been repelled, how in that film he’d seen Sir Thomas More was rowed home from visiting the King at Hampton Court, how the river brought the plague and how it had become so polluted by industry it nearly died. The coal barges, the sailing ships, the great steel barrier out at Greenwich (beautiful sight in the sunshine), and the bridges, twenty from Tower to Kew.Grant always has marvellous clothes:
She stood there in off duty clothes jeans and a little sequinned crop top and her hair piled high on her head and pinned with velvet bloody butterfly bows
There’s the woman in a navy dress with pearls… who also wears an emerald coat with dyed fur collar.
And the man with long white hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing plum
This one is Karl Lagerfeld.
I think Linda Grant is a wonderful writer, and although she has won awards she doesn’t get the attention she deserves. This book is a most marvellous London book and should be better-known as such.
There are many more of her books on the blog, and in particular the previous novel, Dark Circle, is one I did as part of a whole succession of books set in sanatoria, from Thomas Mann’s Magic Mountain onwards.
One of the characters in this book is reading The Garden of the Finzi Continis by Giorgio Bassani, a great favourite on the blog.
Clemence Dane’s post-war theatrical saga, The Flower Girls, was on the blog recently: the London setting is a key element in that book too.
Top picture is a Thames sunset panorama from Wikimedia Commons, "Photo by DAVID ILIFF. License: CC BY-SA 3.0"
This sounds like a really fascinating look at London life, Moira, in all its glory and, well, not-so-glory. I think a lot of people who haven't lived in London don't quite get just how expensive it is to be there, and how hard it is to make a go of it. That touch of politics is interesting, too, and doesn't sound overdone. And, of course, what's a novel without good characters? I can see why you liked this one so well.ReplyDelete
Thanks Margot - this was exactly the kind of novel I enjoy, for all the reasons you lay out so well!Delete
I love Linda Grant, and it makes me very happy that she has another book. She is brilliant, and one of the best writers ever about clothes.ReplyDelete
Yes exactly - just so good on clothes. Her novels give such a a great picture of the UK/world from post-war till last week - she is brilliant.Delete
I think I would enjoy this book, and I will wait until it is available here. I did like her writing in I Murdered My Library. That was not fiction of course, but still...ReplyDelete
I know - all us booklovers loved that piece! She writes well in both fiction and non-fiction. I also went to a talk she gave, and that was marvellous too. (and I met her afterwards!)Delete
Oh dear, there you go, putting another book on my 'want to read' list. Your review sent me to my own reviews to see which Linda Grant books I'd already read. Several but not all.ReplyDelete
She has written just the right number I always feel! I'm sure you will enjoy this one when you get to it...Delete
You are leading me astray again! This sounds wonderful - and I love the bit about the Thames. I've lived in the Midlands for 40 years or more, and I still miss the Thames!ReplyDelete
It's a cliche I know, but the Thames is like an extra character in this book. SorryNotSorry as the young people say, if you like London you will like this book.Delete
A maybe, one to ponder at least.ReplyDelete
It is a really good picture of the UK today. Just saying..Delete