The Secret Scripture

After completing this novel, I have decided that Sebastian Barry is one of my very favorite novelists - and I have only read two of his books.  It is his rich and detailed writing style that I love - and his ability to connect his images to a story and to characters that I connect with on an emotional level. 

The narrative is split between two characters - 100 year old Roseanne is an inmate at an asylum, and has been for many many decades.  She's not clear why she has been committed to the asylum for all of these years, but she recounts her past as she remembers it in her journal, which serves as half of the narrative.  Her doctor, Dr. Greene recounts the other half of the narrative in his medical log.  He too does not understand why Roseanne has been an inmate and he is drawn to unearthing her past just as he avoids his own.

The Secret Scripture is a novel about memory and the past - as my favorite Irish novels seem to be.  But it is also a beautiful story about loyalty, loss, and the tricky line between independence and isolation.  And through this, Barry creates fantastic images. I can still picture the burning rat, and Roseanne's mother's clock, because they were described so richly and connected scenes that evoked very strong emotions. The hammers and the feathers --I can still see them falling.

Simply put, I really enjoyed this book. The imagery was so compelling because it was connected to a moving mystery told by two engaging and complex characters.  I loved both the story being told by Roseanne, and the story that lay underneath as revealed by Dr. Greene - both the mysteries and the answers.  In my opinion, it surpassed The White Tiger, which won this year.

A Long Long Way

It is fitting that my copy of Sebastian Barry's A Long Long Way contains quoted praise from J.M. Coetzee, whose novel Disgrace had me impressed and appalled: appreciative of the mastery and cringing from the subject in a way similar to my reaction to this novel.  A Long Long Way resonates with me - days after putting it down I can't get his images out of my head.  Unfortunately, those images are scenes of gruesome death in the trenches during World War I (not exactly my favorite).  But while I won't be wanting to revisit the topic for a while, I have to admit this was a masterful book, and I'm disappointed that it lost out to John Banville's snooze The Sea for the 2005 Booker. 

Barry begins with a sympathetic and complex character, Willie Dunne, who takes the reader on a journey through the emotional landscape of war: terror, pain, loss and horror, yes, but also camaraderie, nationalism, familial love, and hope.  But Barry's true gift is in describing the horrors of the war with gorgeous and almost poetic language.  I especially admire his descriptions of the first chlorine gas attack ("it was the force of something they did not know that drove them shoving and gasping away from that long, long monster with yellow skin"); the awful thick mud encountered in the trenches, and the shattering cold of a winter on the front lines.  These moments of description overcame my general aversion to war novels to the point where I can picture myself re-reading this book.

Willie Dunne also experiences the worst of the war: the piss and shit and blood and guts and tears and panic of the Irish soldiers in Belgium and at home.  My Irish history is a little rusty, so I needed to read up on the the uprising of 1916.  But a detailed knowledge was not necessary to understand the emotion and tragedy of their situation.  Barry successfully made me feel emotional about an unexpected subject, and painted a vivid portrait that took me somewhat reluctantly into the scenes.  It was deeply moving, and perhaps even scarring.