Debut Novel by Emma Hooper, I found it absolutely delightful although I am not sure how to describe it. I think it is an ‘either you get it – or you don’t.
It is one of the most gentlest of books that tackles ageing, memories, dreams, life and realities that I have read in a long time.
Synopsis: I’ve gone. I’ve never seen the water, so I’ve gone there. I will try to remember to come back.
Etta’s greatest unfulfilled wish, living in the rolling farmland of Saskatchewan, is to see the sea. And so, at the age of eighty-two she gets up very early one morning, takes a rifle, some chocolate, and her best boots, and begins walking the 2,000 miles to water.
Meanwhile her husband Otto waits patiently at home, left only with his memories. Their neighbour Russell remembers too, but differently – and he still loves Etta as much as he did more than fifty years ago, before she married Otto.
With a letter to start the book there is no doubt what 83 year old Etta is about to do.
I’ve gone. I’ve never seen the water, so I’ve gone there. Don’t worry, I’ve left you the truck. I can walk. I will try to remember to come back.
When I started reading, I read it like any other novel waiting for it to grab me. But I got confused because the style of writing breaks the rules. BUT, there is also something very special about the writing, it feels intimate, so I left it a full day and then started right back at the beginning again. I totally got this book from then on.
How glad I was to have read it again. Like a non-believer who can’t see fairies, there they were; beautiful words that felt like they were written specially for me to read. Emma Hooper made me feel that I had known these people all my life and I was simply being reminded of their story so that I can pass it on.
Otto is one of fifteen children born in a time when farming folks reared large families.
Every robust pregnancy running smoothly into a ruddy infant and every infant to a barrel-eared child, lined up between siblings in grey and off-grey nightclothes, some holding babies, some holding hands, leaning into the door to their parent room, listening fixedly to the moaning from within.
Doesn’t that just give you a complete picture of the circle of life? With so many children they each had their own number which they called out at meal times to ensure everyone was gathered. (See, I am already re-telling the story as if I know them all!)
The death of Etta’s only sibling is devastating news that results in a grief that is conveyed so tenderly.
A word carried by Etta’s father up the stairs, oh so carefully. like a baby bird, to Etta’s room. He gave it to her more softly that she’d ever heard him speak. Etta took it and held it in her ears at first and then her head and then, suddenly, and horribly, her heart.
This is three stories of three friends: their lives and their final journey’s. How much is in their own failing minds we are never quite sure but there is such a tenderness in the telling that I was enthralled by it.
When Etta decides to go to the sea she simply walks out of the house and doesn’t stop, along the way a coyote who she names James joins her:
That night James did not eat Etta, just slept a little bit away from her feet. The next morning he ate a gopher while Etta ate mayonnaise on crackers.
This strange couple journey onward with Etta’s ageing mental fragility constantly slipping. She holds conversations with James; weird you might say, but he is so important to Etta on her journey.
At home, Otto patiently awaits her return and learns how to live on his own, finding his own way to express himself.
Then Russell who has also loved Etta sets out to find her and begins his own journey.
We learn the history of the three of them, growing up, Otto at war holed up in small towns and Russell learning farming. There is such a beautiful line from one of Otto’s letters to Etta, it is such a simple observation:
The jeeps are parked, so when we’re all inside you’d never know we were here. We wear this town as camouflage.
We are here, they say to hold the town. I like the idea of that. Like a kite.
Finally, it has one of those endings that leaves an empty space followed by a huge question mark. Of course we kind of know what happens, but are left to surmise details.
In my imagined ending all is content and peaceful and I think I am probably right….
This has got to be a 4.5 stars for me (I woke up having dreamt about it this morning!)
Many thanks for an ARC from the publisher via NetGalley.