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Ups and (mostly) downs of family

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ANOTHER MOTHER’S SON Janet Davey, R245.00

Cahtto & Windus

REVIEW BY Sophia Martelli

THIS is a spider’s web of a novel. Not in the sense of a plot-heavy, page-turning thriller, although there is a dark undertow of tension to the chronicle of contempora­ry suburban life, but because of the delicate nature of Davey’s writing, and her “search for a pattern behind the pattern, or an angel that would fit on a shirt button”.

Lorna Parry is a middleaged divorcée, an archivist and mother to three (almost) grown up sons: Ewan, confined mainly to the attic, his nest since dropping out of university; Oliver, flown to further education in Brighton; and Ross, breaking out of his shell at school and pairing off with classmate Jude.

Their father Randall is present when he wants to be which, given that he has a new family, isn’t that often. Lorna’s widowed father William, meanwhile, has found company in the form of Jane, of the flowered socks. Lorna might as well be invisible. Not that she seems to mind; she is in her own world too.

Lorna’s internal monologue is one of magpie dashes that follow bright threads of thoughts. They elide elegantly, and it is the quality of the prose that fascinates, as well as the darkly hilarious conversati­ons between characters who lack awareness, both of themselves and of others’ perception­s.

Even descriptio­ns of the dreariness of everyday life are mesmerisin­g, such as a scene at a teachers’ and parents’ evening at school. They children are creatures formed by the lack of a “decent lunch”.

Alan Child is a young, failing English teacher, and Lorna becomes involved in the parents’ associatio­n in a bid to remove him. So far, so uneventful in terms of plot. The book-turning moments, when they happen, are out-ofthe-corner-of-the-eye flashes – off-stage crises requiring an anxious rescanning of the text on the part of this reader.

Lorna’s flights of fancy do become frustratin­g, even irritating, as they distract from the story. But this authorial sleight of hand is forgiven because Davey’s aim is realism, and there is no truth but the one that we arrive at through our own, tangential vision.

It’s through the periphery that resolution comes: an offhand remark puts tragedy into some kind of perspectiv­e, and life carries on, different but normal.

A quietly accomplish­ed story of shifting family dynamics with, at its centre, a mother’s dread of the empty nest.

Another Mother’s Son succeeds in conveying the banal heroism of everyday life; and Daley beautifull­y harnesses the power of the mind to weave a narrative, even (and indeed, especially) from fragments. – The Independen­t

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