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5.0 out of 5 stars
Tent Of Blue, January 3, 2003
Over the Christmas break I have put aside, all the other books and magazines competing for my attention and read a new novel Tent of Blue. I'm glad I did so. Here is a remarkable story of human triumph over adversity - or at least a triumph of sorts. Yvonne will always remained damaged by the events that shaped her tragic life, and as a result be misunderstood and mistrusted. For me she is the heroine of the story; and I'm left hoping that Anton will eventually gain the insight that maturity brings, to accept his mother's strengths and not just her weaknesses.I am no literary critic, nor do I profess to any knowledge of composition or novel structure. Nevertheless, I am aware of the considerable skills used in shaping this narrative. The parallel story lines are very effective and it was interesting to see how they converged towards the end of the novel. It is extremely well conceived and beautifully written. The book contains scenes of great tension and suspense - Anton's trespassing into Jasmine's apartment for instance, is as good as anything I've ever read. The character of Harold Crouch could be straight out of a J.B. Priestley saga. The reader has a clear picture of the man and the shady twilight world in which he exists. It catches well the feel (and fear) of living in wartime London (and Blackpool!). The description of Yvonne's evacuation was vivid and poignant - her expulsion from the only world she's known into a strange rural environment and a family of well-meaning strangers will be familiar ground for those who had it to endure (including, briefly my own mother and her two eldest children.) This, already unwelcome event then becomes compounded by a tragic loss of life - a scenario handled touchingly. As in all good novels, in truth there is no ending. Life simply goes on - the poor reader being left to speculate on how the various events were finally resolved - if ever. Certainly, the cover's quote "a novel that lingers long after the final page" is inescapably true. That this happens is due in no small part to the author's skill in defining the events and characters that are meaningful and at large in the hostile world she creates for them. I don't know the rules of grammar; I only know what reads well. I open the book at random and find for instance: "When Yvonne opened her eyes again, the shadows in the room had lengthened and shifted. The air felt stiller, tasted staler than before. She licked her lips, her mouth dry and sticky. Such sentences compel the reader to continue, and there were numerous occasions when reading the book when I couldn't put it down. In short, Tent of Blue is a tremendous achievement and one that fills me with nothing but admiration for the writer. This is, I understand, a first novel, and I look forward to her next. Long may she continue to express herself and portray life with such imagination, warmth and candour.
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