Ally reviews The Narrow Road to the Deep North by Richard Flanagan. This has recently been longlisted for the Man Booker Prize 2014.
Sometimes, I read so many books that
the narratives start to wash over me, I feel no connection with any
character, and I forget the message (if I found it in the first
place) as soon as I close the last page. And I hate that. I start to
miss that physical ache somewhere in my chest that you get when you
love a book so much that it makes you want to cry when it's over,
just because it's over. So I read more and more trying to find that
connection again, of course making the problem worse. But as does
happen working in this wonderful bookstore, I found it eventually in
Richard Flanagan's “Narrow Road to the Deep North”.
Every page was like a raw, anguished
song, pulling me deeper and deeper into the novel. I hesitate to say
that it is about the POWs during World War Two, because it is about
so much more than that. It is about human suffering, but also about
love, so many forms of love, and about redemption. It is about
heartache, about giving and taking. About human nature. About
culture, cruelty, the past and the future. It made me hopeful that
humans never really lose their humanity, and made me despair that
love could come and go in a split second sparkle of an eye.
It hit a particular note with me
because my grandfather was a prisoner of war in Java, and I had never
truly, in an emotional sense, understood what he had gone
through.Though, as one of the Japanese commanders says “Java is
heaven, Burma is hell, but no one comes back from Guinea”, the
harsh realities for the survivors was similar: the guilt, the anger,
the difficulty to connect with anyone who hadn't experienced being
broken over and over, treated like less than an animal, seeing their
friends and family die around them from disease and sometimes just
loss of will to take another breath in the hell they were living.
This book both gave me insight into what my grandfather had gone
through, and simultaneously told me that I never would understand it,
as much empathy as I have.