My next two books, best described as peculiar, although that doesn't always mean bad for me.
83 The Land in Winter - Andrew Miller
Booker nominated, set in the West Country particularly hard hit during the freezing cold winter of '62/63. It is into this background the story is set.
Andrew Miller's writing is mesmerising in conjuring up the feel of the impenetrable harshness of the frozen solid ground where life under interminable snowfalls of that winter pretty much ground to a halt. The novel is built around a quartet of characters composed of two married couples. Dr Eric Parry and his wife Irene and farmer Bill Simmons and his wife Rita. Both their houses, merely separated by a field or two and clearly visible from the very frozen windows. The wives both pregnant are to form a bond during their rather isolated existence given their respective husbands are busy tending to either patients or animals. The writer paints a picture of an England still somewhat immersed in the aftermath of the war in that he references past traumas from that time. The class system is also present in how he presents his main characters. I couldn't help feeling that he was painting a picture of two couples who to an extent had hidden depths and kept part of their previous lives and personal histories unspoken about within their relationships. The dynamics of their respective marriages came across as superficial and in some respects, all four appeared to lack deeper feelings for each other. To me they didn't seem to know each other very well at all. Certainly in the case of the Dr, born into a working class family from one of the rougher parts of Birmingham, is covertly conducting an affair with one of his up market patients, whilst his wife Irene has little to do with her time having recently given up her career in London and spends the run up to Christmas planning a party for friends and connections from her time there. Rita, whose own working class background is diametrically opposite to that of solidly middle class Irene, has her own demons, a father who is committed to a mental asylum apropos of his wartime experiences and a previous life of a nightclub dancer which mentally she hasn't entirely abandoned. Bill on the other hand has given up his degree course at Oxford to become an ill prepared farmer. His background, belies his anglicised name. His family hails from middle Europe, almost certainly Jewish, and it is to his prosperous "Rachman" style landlord of a father he turns to for money to keep the farm afloat when he is turned down by his local bank manager.
This is a slow burn plot but the author's style, ponderous at times, doesn't detract from making the story absorbing and the descriptions of one of the harshest winters in memory are very well drawn. I'm sure for anyone who remembers 62/63, this book would evoke that time very well. I thought it was very good.