Actually, before I review the new de Bernieres, I need to mention Captain Corelli’s Mandolin; its rise to superstardom due, not to literary critics, but to word-of-mouth recommendations. I’ve read it three times now – I still find the verbosity of the initial three chapters a trial – but I do genuinely love the book as a whole – even that ambiguous ending. I admire writers who don’t give readers the ending they crave.
At Glasgow’s Aye Write! festival De Bernieres made much of the fact that the reviews of A Partisan’s Daughter in England had been good, while those in Scotland had been bad. The Times with creative imagery said “This is a silk stocking of a novel: fragile, light, of little practical purpose – and yet possessed of surprising tensile strength.” While Scotland on Sunday warns us to “Kerb our enthusiasm for loathsome predator“. De Bernieres jested that the loathsome quote would make a good blurb and would guarantee millions of sales!
Sounds like A Partisan’s Daughter has the makings of a classic marmite novel. So does this English woman in Scotland love it or loathe it?
It was a book of 4 quarters. I thoroughly enjoyed the first 50 pages – the setup in which Chris meets Roza, having mistaken her for a “bad girl”. I certainly was not expecting to laugh out loud as often as I did. And given that the things that made me laugh were both roundly criticised by the Scotsman and not read by de Bernieres at his event because he couldn’t face their “sordid realism”, perhaps I should tame my wicked sense of humour. Then again not – the images conjured by the narrator’s wife who reminds him of “a great loaf of white bread, plumped down on the sofa in its cellophane wrapping” skimmed milk in her veins, are indeed cruel but apt. I, the proverbial great white whale on a beach, can just see it.
The second 50 pages in which the rhythm of the piece establishes itself with Chris ostensibly listening to Roza’s stories and thinking only lustful thoughts pale in comparison. In the third quarter Roza’s stories become increasingly shocking – for the sake of it – I don’t believe a word she says. By the last 50 pages De Bernieres has backed himself into a corner with only one available exit.
De Bernieres categorises A Partisan’s Daughter as a melancholy love story. Love? No. Lust, yes. Also disappointing is his handling of the time setting. The winter of discontent – I remember it only too well. The parallel with Chris’s unhappiness is obvious. The text is peppered with historical and cultural references – I don’t like Mondays, the death of Airey Neaves, the lack of bin collections, the rat-infested streets. However, the action doesn’t depend on them, De Bernieres playing the social context mostly for laughs.
The next time I saw Roza there was a lot to be depressed about. The Ayatollah Khomeini was saying there wasn’t going to be any democracy in Iran. Everyone was still on strike for preposterous wage rises and the only good news was that Idi Amin had absconded. Everyone was singing some bloody song that you couldn’t get out of your head called “I will Survive”, but not many of us reckoned we would.
What of Roza’s tales of Yugoslavia, at the time of her telling a whole, but a pressure cooker, simmering with tension and ethnic emnities, waiting to blow its top upon the death of Tito. Don’t expect the historical re-enactments of Corelli, nor the tragic panorama of Birds Without Wings. The tales of Yugoslavia are nothing more than vignettes, enlightening vignettes maybe but the history is ultimately sacrificed to seedy tales of Roza’s sexual history. Or clumsy satire in the form of a carthorse called Russia “because it was very big, a complete liability, and always going where it wasn’t wanted”.
I wonder if I’m being too harsh on Roza but I am as alienated from her as the male reviewer in the Scotsman is from Chris. Chris’ brand of misogyny may be unpalatable but I suspect there are still plenty of non-fictional specimens out there. On the other hand, I don’t believe in Roza, from her first entrance to her exit. I don’t believe in her either as a character or even as a figment of Chris’s imagination. That’s a real problem when half of the novel in written in her voice. I wonder how the real Roza – a Serbian woman de Bernieres met while living as a Bob Dylan Upstairs in a “hard-to-let” property during the 70’s – has reacted. I wouldn’t be at all flattered.
I realise that I am not appreciating this novel as I should; ignoring the underlying metaphors that are Roza and Chris: Roza, the predators in Yugoslavian history, the Yugoslavs themselves, sowing the seeds of their own defeat; Chris, the litter and rat-like infestations in the life of the average middle-aged British bloke.
It appears, to my chagrin, I am one of those that de Bernieres expects not to like his novel. But then again I never developed a taste for marmite.
Very good review! I tried “Captain Corelli’s Mandolin” and couldn’t get into it. I didn’t like the movie either, so maybe de Bernieres is just not my style.
I sometimes have trouble with attempted comical elements in supposedly “serious” novels. Either do one or the other, dammit!
Chartroose, the movie is a disgrace to the book! I loved Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, but like you, Lizzy, I needed some time to get into the story. At first I was dreading this book, but once I got going, I absolutely loved it. I also loved Birds Without Wings. This last one, however, doesn’t appeal to me at all. No intention to read it and your review certainly didn’t change that!
I love marmite, but I don’t think this is for me. Thanks for the review. I think I may give this a miss.
Very interested to read your views on this Lizzy, as I had it in my hand last week to buy and then set it down. Maybe I should have bought it, as the alternative – Julian Barnes’s Nothing to be Frightened of – turned out dreadfully dull.
Your comment about not expecting to laugh as much as you did in the first section is interesting because I still think of de Bernieres as primarily a humorist, probably because I’m one of probably not-that-many people who had read some of his earlier books before Captain Corelli’s Mandolin came out (and how I wish now, for money-making purposes, I’d bought Corelli in hardback when it came out instead of deciding to wait for the paperback) and those are (very blackly) humorous novels about life in a South American banana republic, all corruption, torture and sub-Marquezian magical realism. I still really like them actually but haven’t read them in a decade or more. The second, Senor Vivo and the Coca Lord is particularly good at combining bleak horror and black humour at the same time.
It’s odd also that de Bernieres produced four books in four years (The War of Don Emmanuel’s Nether Parts (1990), Senor Vivo and the Coca Lord (1991), The Troublesome Offspring of Cardinal Guzman (1992) and Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (1994) and then took over ten years to write Birds Without Wings. I have it but have never braved its 600-page epicness, even if de Bernieres did immodestly declare it in a recent interview “my masterpiece.”
JS – I’m beginning to visualise our reading tastes as a classic DNA strand …. cross-overs which we both enjoy (Moore, Highsmith, probably Koeppen – in hand now – and, I’m hoping, Karen Connolly) and areas where we’re poles apart … I suspect De Bernieres’ South American novels belong in the latter. The nether parts were reasonable but the coca lord was absolutely sickening . I stopped at the removal of the lips …..
It’s just as well I’d read Corelli first – De Bernieres wouldn’t have got 5 more minutes of my life, if I’d discovered the South American novels first!
…. actually, on that basis, you may just enjoy, A Partisan’s Daughter
De Bernieres’ columbian parodies are fantastic. Moving forward from there he has changed his tone to the sound of a man reading a bedtime story to the wind. This isnt a bad thing, just a change. I have found merit in all of his stories, you just have to go in to each without preconcieved ideas, about him and i guess about yourself too..
just try it.
i myself, am a Bob Dylan upstairs to some degree.
An excellent review,much more exaustive than my short impression and very just (specialy about the artificial side of the Yougoslavian bits).
I also found the start quite good and funny,but when he started with the sordide i could not follow alheartedly.
As you say,Rosa talk so casualy about her terrible experiences that it’s hard to give them any credit.
As for the end,after such a long time listening and spending time together,she can’t deal with the one night he comes to her place drunk ? and run ?
I did reminde me a lot of White teeth by Zadie Smith,in less funny.The middle age wasted guy in contact with hippies.
I shall read Red Dog,and i’m still a big fan of his.
I love all the previous books.
You should give a try to The rock of Tanios by Amin Maalouf,it has a lot in commun with Capitain Corellie.
Oh, thanks for the recommendation, Thomas. Consider my reading of The Rock of Tanios a done deal. Never mind the similarities with Corelli, or the Prix Goncourt badge, I can’t resist that beautiful cover.
I look forward to your review.I alway run out of words when trying to praise authors or books i love,it’s very frustrating when you want to share it with others.You might be able to do justice to both with the Rock of Tanios.
Thanks
I came from LibraryThing to read your review. This book has just been nominated along with three others for the Costa Prize. I have read two of the nominees, The Secret Scripture by Sebastian Barry and Trauma by Patrick McGrath. Both are very good. I have not read this one or The Other Hand by Chris Cleave, the fourth nominee. I have not read de Bernieres yet but I think I will try him now. The discussion in your comments, and your review of course, are enlightening. Thank you for a well-written and honest review.
I also just got here through Library Thing, and just recently posted a review of the book at my blog. I think your review hits the nail on the head when it comes to this book. I thought it was rubbish, but I still intend to read Captain Corelli’s Mandolin one of these days.
Your rating as *dodgy* is spot on and I read this along with my bookgroup last year and not one of our eight members even remotely liked this.
I do have both Captain Corelli and Birds Without Wings on my tbr and I wont give up on him just yet and like Steph before me I will read these in the future.
Just finished this for my reading group, and I wouldn’t have persisted otherwise. I agree about Roza being unbelievable from the start- more a middle-aged man’s fantasy than a real person, and the local colour,Balkan and British seemed tacked on – didn’t disguise the wet-dream aspects. Dylan Upstairs made me cringe with embarrassment. Not quite porn, but definitely tacky. Saw lots of trailers for film, ‘Captain Corelli’ but guessed I wouldn’t like that, either.
Sheila
This novel is in different format than other Bernieres’ novel. It’s not his best, however better than Senior Vivo. I can say, I enjoyed this one a lot.