Monday, February 10, 2014

The Luminaries, by Eleanor Catton

Is it possible for a book of 800+ pages to make you wait more than 500 pages for some feeling of it 'kicking in'?


Is it possible for a book to be almost stupefyingly boring for more than half of it, for it only to start to spin faster and faster on some centrifuge so that by the last page, you have been gripped and drawn inwards, and are almost breathless and rigid with joy while reading those last few words?


Is it possible for a book to lose your attention not once but several times, so that you put it to the side and read - from cover to cover - maybe four or five other books?


It is possible that a book you were on the verge of giving away, and about which had said things like 'it's killing me' and 'I just don't get it' and 'this book is so fucking confusing', made you want to finish it like no other book you've ever read?


This is the book. I am full of awe for Catton's application of form, and for how she somehow made me finish this book. It's a book filled with trickery - sparkles - sleight of hand - and a thing that lives somehow on its own. It's so quiet, it rocks you to sleep for most of the reading experience, and it does seem to me that it's the experience of reading this book that is the greater thing here.

I know this is hyperbole but man, it's what I'm feeling right now. It's a sneaky sneaky fucker of a thing, and magic in the way that its very long tail whips right around a corner at the end, and slaps you over the head. It wakes you up, for you have fallen almost into coma, the words sliding across your eyes. You're not taking anything in. Who the hell is he again? (Check the front page reference). And who is that? What is she doing? (Check the front page reference again. Blame heatwave. Brain is not working. Usually it works better than this.) That front page reference doesn't really help - it's like a whisper, so faint; you know you are meant to be getting something, but what, what? It's like there is water across your eyes, something plugging your ears.

You give up, almost, and then someone on twitter says it's a fabulous book.

But, you want to say, and finally you do: But didn't you find it really hard to follow?

Someone else on twitter goes yes, so hard to follow! I want to give up. I don't get it!

Something has taken you by the hand, something that reached out from page 509 or so. You go back to that page to check what it was, and you CAN'T SEE IT. It doesn't matter, you race to the end. You start to feel glimmers of understanding, but you know it's only a fraction of the whole.

You finish. You flirt with the idea of going back to the beginning, reading that first half again. Now you will understand more, see more. It's like the gold in the river, the colour almost blending with the soil. You think you see something, but no. A trick of the light. A sparkle of nothing. But yes, there it is. There is something.

I am exhausted and exhilarated.

The Luminaries. I recommend and I caution. It's an absolute motherfucker of a thing.


KittyMeow said...

Omg - I have this in Audiobook - bought off Audible. I started it and haven't finished. It got put behind all the other books in my download list.

I think, now you have written this post that I will go back to it at some point.

I didnt mind listening to it - and its very intricate but it is such a long haul that more exciting books got in the way.

Good to hear that you liked it. And it caught you in the end.
Though I wonder that I wont be able to go back to the beginning as easily with an audiobook. It forces the 'reading' down to very slow. Much slower than I normally read.

Cath Brookes said...
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Cath Brookes said...

Totally deserved the Man Booker Prize. You can go with or ignore the astrology and love this book. Fantastic writing and a page-turning story.
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