In the meantime I read Doctor Sleep, and it was so good (review will follow!) that I carried around The Bone People for a few days before I could begin it. I started seriously reading it Thursday, stayed up until 3 am on Friday night, and finished it yesterday afternoon. I'm so glad I could read it at home, because two thirds of the way through I was crying so hard that I couldn't see the pages. "Crying my eyes out" is the phrase I said to myself as I wept over the pages. It's been a long time since I cried this hard over a book.
The Bone People is about Kerewin Holmes, a reclusive artist hiding away from the world in a tower she has built, and the urchin who steals into her home, Simon, and his foster-father Joe Gillayley. It is a retelling of the timeless tale of how a curmudgeon has their heart healed by an orphan child.....but it's much more, much richer than that. There is Maori myth and legend woven into this grand novel. There is most of all, love, and the idea of what makes a family. Each of the three is carrying a great burden, that makes it too easy for them to react in hurt when they perceive rejection. But what makes this novel so great, is the determination they each find as they realize that they were made for one another. They are the true family they each were seeking. It's a beautiful novel, and so evocative, so real, that for me Kerewin Holmes and Joe and Simon Gillayley are alive somewhere in this world. The novel is set in New Zealand, and I have come out of this book feeling like I know a little bit about how the land feels, what it is like to live there. Especially, the ocean. Kerewin the artist lives the by sea, and fishes a lot. Simon came from the sea, washed in on a terrible storm, and mute, so no one knows who he belongs too. And for Joe the full Maori, who takes in Simon, the sea is where their people originated from, where life has its source. The sea comes alive in this book, the many colours it has, the shades and the moods, the wind, the sky, the world that Kerewin and Simon and Joe live in. I could feel the cold, the sea, I could hear the waves, see the different light in the sky depending on when Kerewin is looking at it. I could feel their emotions, and sympathize with each character even though they did things that were mean, even cruel. One of the great wonders of this book is that despite the terrible act it the center of it, the revelation of abuse, I kept reading because even as I despised the act, I liked the characters so much. And the characters struggle with it too, they don't hide from it.
There is something about this book that made me feel like I was right there, in the story somehow, intensely involved in it. There is a timeless quality to it, so that it could be anytime this past century. The story is woven in such a way that the three together do go together, and I got to see how they are drawn to one another, how they see what they love in one another. I saw their inner thoughts revealed, that bares the soul of these characters to us, and makes it a story that wraps itself around me, stealing into my own heart and soul.
I keep wondering what Kerewin is doing now, and how Simon is, how happy he is. They seem like real people and ought to be alive somewhere in New Zealand. Like we have dipped into this year in their lives, but they have gone on. Which is the best kind of story. Love, and family, and guilt, and terror, and hurt, and healing. This book will break your heart, it broke mine, it broke me open, and then pulled me back together again just like it did for each of the three characters. There is myth and magic here too, of a kind that makes the reader realize that sometimes, there is forgiveness, here, and now, not in some afterlife.
It's wonderful. It's beautiful. It has the most exquisite use of language that I have seen in a novel in a long time: Keri Hulme made words go together: stonegreyblue, sneakthievery, gentlefingered, laughingeyed, that are right. They make sense, in this book. As if putting these words together, makes the world seem new, and a little strange, so the events in this story are like a story told around a fire. A rhythm, a song, a creation myth, for the beginning and the ending, of the family. The words like this are like poetry, without being poetry, in the novel. So the book is about a new way of seeing things. It's magical and marvelous and grounded in reality - all the myth I am talking about, isn't the center of the story, it lurks in the background, breaking in only when the characters are completely broken down also. Which is when myth can come in, when people are open to the numinous to come into their lives. Which makes this is a wise novel, too.
It won the Booker Prize in 1985.
Other reviews:
Boston Bibliophile
The Guardian Book Club
BookLust
Raging Bibliomania
CaribousMom
Lizzy's Literary Life
Farm Lane Books Blog
DogEar Diary
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