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In the Frame.

New work from Janet Frame, Julie Thomas



Julie Thomas

William Morrow, $24.95

The current success of Julie Thomas's first novel is both inspiring and daunting. A "self made" woman, she used to be an advertising copywriter for numerous radio and television media but found the time each morning (4am to 8 am) to write this harrowing war time tale of a missing Guarneri del Gesu 1742 violin. Before we look at the novel, it is appropriate to reflect on Thomas's early ill health and note her elaborate and resolute self-marketing campaign. She had a heart condition as a child that made any physical exertion to cause her to turn blue. The famous surgeon Dr Barratt-Boyes successfully operated on her in a pioneering open surgery, opening up the possibility for a more active life. Her early immobility was enriched by her mother reading to her.

This is a confidently and tightly written novel centering on a missing musical instrument during the war years. It is a far cry from the usual women's historical fiction which tends to have a lighter more romantic flavour. Though there is a New Zealand chapter, the major part of the book is set in Europe during World War Two. The book is highly readable. In fact, one could say too readable as most of the chapters are just a few pages long. For this reviewer, the shortness of the chapters and the snappy time jumps made it resemble a film script rather than a novel--though a novel it most certainly is. It would have been an even richer experience if it had been twice as long. Perhaps then, it is geared to today's notoriously short attention span market where everyone is supposedly becoming blog-capable only and unlikely to read anything much longer.

One of the most moving sequences is when a Nazi officer, a second lieutenant at Dachau Camp in 1941, is so taken with Simon Horowitz playing Vivaldi he treats him with relative kindness, providing extra food for him and his father. Echoes of Sophie's choice perhaps? It both humanises the brutal face of the Nazis and the horror of the death camps. The German officer is compelled to play a double game--he must appear brutal to all Jews when observed by other German officers or he will face severe penalties, while, in private, he displays a surprising degree of softness to the Jewish violinist. How doth music soothe the savage beast! This scene in particular, and the book as a whole, has potential movie written large upon its pages. The Jewish-Nazi scenes have an authentic yet perhaps overly familiar ring. The charm of violin music, though perhaps dangerously close to sentimentality, nevertheless makes for poignant reading. Indeed, though Thomas is not herself Jewish, the book went to the top of the Jewish reading list--no mean feat.

This novel lacks the more final authority of The Conductor by Sarah Quigley. In Quigley's sombre and excellent novel, the famous composer Dmitri Shostakovitch is a central figure but makes no more than a passing appearance in Thomas's novel--though this is no criticism.

Thomas has researched her book well - for instance, she alludes to the "night witches" of the 586th Fighter Regiment. These brave Soviet women flew small wooden planes over enemy lines, shut off the engines and dropped small bombs by hand on the Germans. Authentic and moving as Quigley's The Conductor and Thomas's The Keeper of Secrets are, they pale into insignificance alongside that massive 900-page masterpiece The Kindly Ones by Jonathan Littell, the greatest novel ever likely to be written about the vast and tragic tableau of World War Two.


Janet Frame

Text Publishing, $35

It is commonly stated that Janet Frame is our greatest author. Possibly, she is. On the other hand, she may be second in rank to Allen Curnow, our greatest poet. In the 1970s, C.K. Stead wanted to nominate Curnow as a possible Nobel Prize candidate but the majority of PEN (now the Society of Authors), opted for Frame. Stead reluctantly swung into line but nonetheless wrote a warm letter of support. Though Frame was reportedly short-listed more than once, she never won the world's most prestigious literary prize. In my view, shared by Karl Stead, Curnow was the stronger candidate. Hence, by backing Frame rather than Curnow, we lost our only chance to win a Nobel Prize for literature. Michael Hulse, a prominent English critic, believed that Curnow was the greatest poet writing in English in the world. It's a breathtaking claim when you think about it. There is no writer in Curnow's class today. Lloyd Jones is our only (future) hope.

Initially, I mistakenly thought In The Memorial Room was a "new" Frame manuscript discovered in her papers but in fact it is an "old" Frame, written in the 70s, and deliberately kept under wraps until now. The first thing that strikes you is that the customary baroque, highly wrought poetic style that is the Frame trademark has been dropped for a spare more direct mode. Though it may sound like sacrilege, I found it quite refreshing compared to her normal almost overwrought milieu which could lead to a charge of the literary crime of "fine writing". The more recent work of Richard Ford (as compared to his earlier gritty "dirty realism" style), plus Rick Moody and John Hawkes (say) are comparable examples of writers who strain too hard for beauty of style and convoluted syntax as though they were trying to top Henry James.

The Watercress-Armstrong Fellowship at Menton in the south of France is clearly a satiric reverberation of the real Menton Fellowship and the fictional poet Margaret Rose Hundell is a distant echo of the real Katherine Mansfield. And, as the novel informs us, the room is a grim little place lacking in creature comforts with scant facilities--no water, no electricity. In the 70s, I heard rumours of domestic culture shock when writers arrived--no welcome, (even no key!) and forced to find accommodation elsewhere. Not to be deterred, poet David Mitchell apparently bunked down on the floor in the interests of economy.

Poor (fictional) Harry Gill, a medium weight historical novelist, and a mere youth of 33, is not quite sure why he applied for the Fellowship. I can think of several good reasons Harry--a generous allowance, the exoticism of living in the south of France, and plenty of time to write. Doesn't sound that bad to this perpetually poor scribe. But Harry seems to suffer from low self esteem rather than the necessary arrogance of imagining one's self a genius, a necessary illusion to give creativity the required takeoff.

Menton is viewed as being ruined by developers--this was the 70s remember?--so what must it be like by now? Harry begins to lose his hearing and that's a cruel thing for a writer if you like to catch dialogue fresh from the lips of potential characters. And one gathers that Harry's deafness is a possible symbol of sorts for Frame's own mental infirmity. In the end, Frame survived the austerity of Menton and the 70s in a way that her protagonist Harry Gill did not. This is a minor rather than an ambitious novel but its charm lies in its directness and unpretentious lucidity.


Madeleine Tobert

Two Roads, $36.99

If the title doesn't hint clearly enough, the garishly candy-coloured cover, which looks like a failed Christmas card, reinforces the obvious: this is a novel set in the tropics specifically, I presume (though this is never stated) Samoa.

This is a sad yet haunting story of a totally romanceless marriage between Ioane Matete and Amalia Hoko. The beginning of the novel hints at emotional grimness--Amalia was not expected to marry because she had no father, brother or uncle to give her away. The day of the wedding there is a terrible storm and the bride is worried that the bad weather will bring bad luck, that her makeup will run and streak her face, that her white dress, rendered transparent by the rain, will prove an indecent garment.

The wedding and wedding night turn out to be virtual non events. Amalia wakes up alone, sore between her legs. Of her husband there is no sign--he has taken his boat and departed. Amalia discovers that this one night of intimacy has resulted in her being pregnant. For many years after, she lives the life of a single parent. If that isn't bad enough, when her husband eventually returns, he seeks to teach his son to be like his father--restless, never home. The central character, somehow not a heroine (though she is really), bears her unhappy fate with philosophic calm. There are of course no counsellors or well meaning but often ineffective agencies to help out.

In the end this is a story of quiet courage, of stoic endurance, of acceptance that life can be a hard row to hoe and yet we must keep planting, we must not allow the ground to remain barren, we must not give in to despair, depression or suicide. Amalia Matete's story is not a fairy book tale, nor a contemporary moral parable of feminist triumph but a tale of human endurance. In fact, before the novel is half way through, Amalia has quietly died and her cold husband has some more life to lead before he too, dies. Though Ioane is cold, callous and violent, he too has values and feels a surprising affection for the twins that Amalia has given birth to after their son.

They say you can't judge a book by its cover and in the case of The Sea on our Skin, this is distressingly so--while the cover presents the tropics as a brightly coloured paradise, the book explores joyless lives dominated by emotional hardness. The moral of the story might be we do not need tyrannical governments or sadistic secret police to oppress us or show us how to be cruel--we can manage all by ourselves. The simple ending sentence--"And the family prepared lunch", affirms that family and food are two positives that endure.
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Title Annotation:"The Keeper of Secrets" and "In the Memorial Room"
Author:Morrissey, Michael
Publication:Investigate HERS
Article Type:Book review
Date:Aug 1, 2013
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