Beautifully balanced prose that’s balm for the aesthetic soul
The story draws you in from the first sentence: ‘I cast no shadow’
ELMET Fiona Mozley Loot.co.za (R202) JM Originals
EVERY year I try to pick at least one of the titles shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize and read it before the winner is announced in mid- October. This time, the novel which intrigued me the most was Fiona Mozley’s debut, Elmet.
The story draws you in from the first sentence: “I cast no shadow” it begins, and continues in Mozley’s beautifully balanced prose that is balm for the aesthetic soul: “Smoke rests behind me and daylight is stifled. I count sleepers and the numbers rush. I count rivets and bolts. I walk north. My first two steps are slow, languid.”
This kind of writing is difficult to resist. Mozley’s story is deceptively simple: the siblings Cathy and Daniel are living with Daddy in the house he built for the family.
The land their home stands on used to belong to the children’s mysteriously elusive mother. Before Daddy reclaimed the land for them, Cathy and Daniel lived with Granny Morley and still went to school.
Their parents came and went for different reasons, until one day one of them did not return.
And then their grandmother died and Daddy decided to move the family to the place where their mother came from.
Now, a distant neighbour takes care of the children’s schooling, but otherwise they are mostly allowed to roam free.
They keep house, live off the land, drink and smoke and fend for themselves – more or less successfully.
Their father used to box in illegal fights arranged by migrating travellers. He never lost.
His reputation opens up possibilities, but eventually also comes to haunt him and his secluded family: “Everything he did now was to toughen us up against something unseen.”
Daniel, the younger of the siblings, is the novel’s narrator.
His sister is not only older but tougher, wise and brave beyond her years.
Despite the seeming neglect the children experience, there is a lot of tenderness and love in the family and there is little doubt they do the best they can to take care of their own.
The place they settle in York has an ancient history.
In the novel’s epigraph, Mozley quotes Ted Hughes’s Remains of Elmet: “Elmet was the last independent Celtic kingdom… even into the seventeenth century […it was] a sanctuary for refugees from the law”.
Elmet is remarkable for its mythical quality.
The novel is set in recent times in a specific landscape, but the story could have taken place any time and any place else where those who think and live distinctly and want to carve out an existence outside the norm are hounded and made to conform or to pay the price for their independence.
From the opening paragraphs, we know that something dark and dangerous is looming.
Mozley builds up the tension masterfully and when it explodes, it leaves you reeling and feeling dazed.
She did not win the prize, but Elmet was a worthy contender and Mozley is a writer to keep on your literary radar.