58 Bodies of Light by Sarah Moss
This had an A S Byatt vibe to it – a sort of Fabian Society, noblesse oblige, social commentary theme that made me think of The Children’s Book, although it’s set a few decades before that. One thing I love about Sarah Moss is how versatile she is as a writer. None of her books feel like her other books although they pick up themes and threads from each other in clever ways.
Ally is the daughter of Alfred, a painter – I think we are meant to assume he’s part of the pre-Raphaelite movement – and Elizabeth, an austere and highly moral campaigner for women’s rights. We see how Elizabeth’s upbringing shaped her, but quickly pivot to Ally’s point of view – she’s eager to please and hard working. Most importantly, she’s smart and one of the first women to benefit from the ability to train as a doctor. I found the way in which the novel flirts with other perspectives but then abandons them frustrating – I wanted to know more about how Elizabeth felt about her upbringing, and why she chose to behave the way she did, for example. We aren’t meant to like her, but we are intended to understand her. I’d have welcomed more opportunities to do that. But I felt as if I was living every step with Ally – the enforced poverty (because the women Elizabeth helped didn’t have warmth, and good food, she didn’t think her children should either), the rules, the expectations and small comforts from those around her.
It’s been a long time since I read Night Waking, but reading the reviews of Bodies of Light I see there is an intentional connection between the two. And I will seek out Signs for Lost Children which continues Ally’s story.
59 Patient by Ben Watt
Ben Watt fell ill in the early 1990s just as Everything But The Girl were about to start an American tour. What began as discomfort quickly escalated into a mysterious and life threatening illness that resulted in a lengthy hospital stay and a series of operations to try to fix a problem the doctors didn’t really understand.
I picked this up thinking it would be a book about interrupted tours and the challenges of trying to work as a musician while ill. But it really wasn’t – he really doesn’t spend much time at all reflecting on the fact that his career as well as his life was in jeopardy. The illness takes over and consumes him, and becomes essentially a full time job. It’s so good at depicting what I imagine is the boredom and terror of serious illness, and the inability to do anything other than get through the next hour, or the next treatment.