The Bay of Angels tells the story of a
woman’s journey to adulthood, with particular focus on her relationship with
her mother. Having been brought up
single-handedly by a lonely and isolated mother, Zoe finds herself similarly
secluded. With her mother’s
remarriage, their consequent move to France and the sudden death of her new
Stepfather, Zoe is left caring for her ill mother and struggling to establish a
home or identity for herself.
The
plot is touching yet a little simple, in fact nothing truly groundbreaking ever
happens. However, the reassurance
of honesty in the sleepy daily events of Brookner’s narrative makes for a
relaxed and comfortable read. For
those wanting action and excitement this book would undoubtedly disappoint but I
was surprisingly content to amble along with Zoe as she progressed on her unremarkable
journey. There is a focus on
routine and the mundane features of daily life, thus portraying the protagonist
as a female contemporary Robinson Crusoe. Due to the lack of overly dramatic action, the plot is
entirely believable, which on the one hand allowed me to become fully immersed in
the events that were slowly taking place, yet also left me feeling somewhat
drained by the end of the novel; I felt like I had also endured her tedious and
unfortunate life and was therefore left emotionally spent and a little
depressed. Thus, the missing
element in The Bay of Angels is
certainly escapism. When reading a
novel I want to be looking down upon the unfortunate lives of characters from
an external platform, (fully appreciating that it isn’t me!) and not feeling as
if I need psychological support for my social seclusion, the death of my
step-father and the slow, painful deterioration of my Mother’s sanity. I suppose this can be seen from two
extremes; Brookner has been
entirely successful in leading the reader to emphasise and relate to poor Zoe’s
turmoil, however sometimes a few exciting yet unrealistic events work wonders
in instilling a sense of schadenfreude!
Much
like the plot, Brookner has kept things simple with her choice of
character. She focuses on Zoe and
the few staple figures in her life, largely her mother, stepfather and Dr Balbi
(her mothers doctor and Zoe’s potential love interest.) Other characters are mentioned in
passing but we are given little insight in to background, characteristics or
physical appearance; perhaps this reflects Zoe’s distanced state of mind. It is refreshing to not be bombarded
with the names and details of many pointless characters as it allows the reader
to emotionally connect with those few that are truly significant.
Brookner
has a fluid style with little ambiguity or superfluous vocabulary, allowing for
an easy and straightforward read. However,
in terms of sentence content and allocation there is definitely too much focus
on emotion. Whenever anything
significant happens (which it rarely does!) Zoe tells us how she feels about
it, which is to be expected of the main protagonist. Yet she then continues to describe why she feels this way,
what significance these feelings have and then in a bizarre twist, ends up
talking herself in to feeling another way about the original event. So in the space of a few pages Zoe’s view
on a rather inconsequential incident will have altered dramatically, merely
because of some emotional rambling.
Maybe Brookner intentionally created an over-sensitive and indecisive
character to highlight her vulnerability, however I just found it to be highly
tedious and frustrating. Further
irritating aspects are the many long sentences, which could easily be made more
succinct and the rejection of grammatical conventions such as starting a
sentence with ‘And.’ These sentences
are randomly placed with no particular relevance or reason and are therefore just
annoying. One final criticism
falls on Zoe’s frequent moral questioning, which suggests Brookner is trying to
promote a sense of improvement in the reader, much like the 19th Century
Bildungsroman. However, this does
not seem to fit the contemporary setting and the modern readers requirement. As previously stated, I want to externally view the misfortune
of others rather than work on my own self-conduct, morals and love life.
In
conclusion, The Bay of Angels is neither
offensive, nor exciting: it is somewhere in the middle and for this reason I
cannot strongly recommend it. In
my opinion, you would not miss out on anything if you didn’t read it and you
would not gain much if you did!
- Chloë Wallis
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