2. Warlight, Michael Ondaatje
Warlight has a great opening line:
In 1945 our parents went away and left us in the care of two men who may have been criminals.
In the opening chapters, Nathaniel's parents tell him that they are going abroad (a new job in Singapore for his father) and that he and his sister Rachel will be spending the year as school boarders, while the house is looked after by their unfamiliar lodger, a man the children have nicknamed The Moth. The parents duly depart, but the children soon decide that they hate their new schools and make their way back to the house, and the care of the Moth, who has started to fill the house with his own friends/associates. Gradually, there are hints that the children's parents have not told them the truth, they have not gone to Singapore and that something more mysterious is going on.
It is 1945 and London is a place of eery absences and dark ruined houses:
There were parts of the city where you saw no one, only a few children, walking solitary, listless as small ghosts. It was a time of war ghosts and grey, unlit buildings, even at night…
This strange familiar/unfamiliar landscape, the sense of impermanence, the lack of rules - all of these elements of beautifully evoked post-war London reflect the themes of the book and the interior landscape of the characters. The first part of the book, where Nathaniel lives with the Moth in his parents' house in Putney, is both matter-of-fact and mysterious. We hear about Nathaniel's job in the backroooms of a grand hotel, about the girl he falls in love with, about his trips up and down the river with one of the Moth's associates, but about his situation (where are his parents? why did they go away? are they coming back? and who are these people in the house?) we get only hints and guesses. It's in the second part of the book that he slowly pieces together some of the mystery.
I'm normally a fast reader but this was a slow read for me - which was both a good and a bad thing. It's not exactly a gripping book - it has a dreamy, unreal feel (it really reminded me of Kazuo Ishiguro) which isn't for everyone. But it's so full of layers of meaning and description, things connected to other things, allusions, genres half-used, half-visible (it's a bit of a fairytale, a bit of a bildungsroman, a bit of a spy story but not really any of those) - you could talk and think about this book for a long time. I can see this appearing on future A Level reading lists and would say those future students are in for a real treat.