“Eamon Redmond stood at the window looking down at the river which was deep brown after days of rain. He watched the colour, the mixture of mud and water, and the small currents and pockets of movement within the flow. It was a Friday morning at the end of July; the traffic was heavy on the quays.”
– Opening of The Heather Blazing
Every year at the end of the term, an Irish judge goes to his vacation house on the coast. Over the course of three such visits, the events of his life unfold, both in the present and in long flashbacks that take the reader from his childhood to the earlier part of his adult life. From growing up with a single father during World War Two to difficulties connecting with his own children years later, the reader gets an in-depth view of his life and the events that shaped his character.
The Heather Blazing is literary fiction, very slow in the beginning and depending on your interest in the setting and the characters and your taste for the writing style in order to keep you going. Personally, I didn’t really get into the book until the second of its three parts, but once I did it kept me going to the end.
I don’t want to spoil any of it, but I will say it helps to have a certain amount of familiarity with Irish history before you read, especially the events of the early twentieth century, the Irish Civil War, and the position of the country during World War Two. A basic understanding of the Irish judicial system and political parties would also make a good contribution. If you don’t live in Ireland and didn’t take an Irish Literature class that covered such things (as I did back in college), you might want to do a bit of research upfront to save yourself from Googling as you go.
That being said, if you do have an interest in Irish history or if you love/love to picture the Irish coast, I think you’ll find this book appealing in terms of those elements. You’re also likely to enjoy it if you like reflecting on the development of characters such as this one over the course of their lives. It does have some explicit sexual content, so skip it if that’s not your thing. Apart from that, it’s a very quiet read. No violence, no particularly exciting plot developments, just scenes from a life. Feel free to pick it up, read a chapter or two, and decide if it appeals to you.
“On a warm night in early July of that long-evaporated year, The Interestings gathered for the very first time. They were only fifteen, sixteen, and they began to call themselves the name with tentative irony.”
– Opening of The Interestings
The Interestings is a literary fiction novel that follows a small cast of characters who start as gifted artistic teenagers and grow to see what becomes of their talents and their lives. One becomes famous, another is able to do the work she’s dreamt of with a lesser degree of success, one becomes a spectacular failure, and others find themselves falling into more ordinary roles within society. None, however, find themselves with what they really wanted. The novel follows their individual quests for happiness, fulfillment, and success, with all the ups and downs of life, their stories sometimes branching apart and sometimes becoming intertwined. It’s an exploration of what it means to be “talented” and “successful”, both in general and in the society we live in.
This is one of those books where all the characters are imperfect and happy endings are far from guaranteed. It uses limited omniscience to reveal information, skip around in time, and present the reader with certain judgments, but it tends to focus on one character per chapter, dipping into his or her thoughts alone. I found this to be an interesting technique, and I particularly enjoyed how easily it moved the reader forwards and backwards while letting each scene shine no matter where in the timeline it was located.
On the other hand, there were certain places where I found myself negatively judging both the characters and the narrator, which I was personally disappointed by. Some scenes seemed to do a good job of pointing the reader to the fact that the point of view characters were very wrong in their assessments, but other times the narrator was either absent or apparently agreed with them in a way that didn’t sit right with me.
Regardless, the writing itself was very good, and I would recommend it to any other writers (aspiring or otherwise) who want to explore and learn from its techniques. For more casual readers, it might fit the bill if you enjoy realistic fiction and are prepared to keep your own head about you as you read. It seems to be the sort of book that almost expects you to be making your own judgments and contemplating the characters and their fates. And perhaps it could be the sort of book that causes you to open your eyes and alter your own course in life, which would certainly make it very valuable indeed.