Spirited Away
Sunday March 30, 2008 in books read 2008 |
4/5
At some point on your road you have to turn and start walking back towards yourself. Or the past will pursue you and bite the nape of your neck, leave you bleeding in the ditch. Better to turn and face it with such weapons as you possess.
Hilary Mantel, Beyond Black
Hilary Mantel’s highly original and very odd novel received much praise when it was published in 2005. Somehow it has managed to escape my attention until now, following a lucky find in my favourite second hand bookshop. The novel follows the life of Alison, a medium, as she tours provincial towns with her psychic stage act. As she reconnects her audience with those lost to the spirit world she fights her own personal battle in keeping her private fiends at bay. Beyond Black has some very unsettling moments, but it’s a sinister story that manages to inject moments of comedy. Mantel is a very good writer, and even though this novel is a touch overlong at 450 pages, it is well worth reading.

Probably what surprised me most is that Beyond Black is far from what my paperback edition attempts to sell it as:
One of the greatest ghost stories in the language.
Philip Pullman
I’m not sure how many ghost stories Mr Pullman has read, but this simply isn’t true. M.R. James it isn’t, and the blurb is misleading as Hilary Mantel probably wouldn’t appeal to fans of the traditional ghost story (or even fans of Philip Pullman). The ghosts in Beyond Black are only visible to Alison, and as the novel progresses we delve further into her disturbing childhood. Her fiends represent very real monsters, and Mantel skilfully explores how horrors in the real world can easily surpass any in the supernatural. In the book, a minor character claims that, wherever you are, a rat is only six feet away from you. Similarly, Hilary Mantel suggests that something evil and unsettling is always lurking just below the surface. But that’s not necessarily anything supernatural.
Nastiness aside, this novel has some brilliantly subtle characterisations. Colette, Alison’s assistant, is very well drawn, as are Colette’s foolish husband Gavin and Alison’s pitiful mother. Even Morris, the ghost who personifies all of Alison’s woes, is strangely compelling. And true to the best ghost stories, if you really want to label it with a genre, this novel is wonderfully suggestive, and Mantel keeps the truth just beyond your grasp. You have to work to unravel this, which makes it all the more satisfying.
