A S Byatt is one of my favourite authors. I loved Possession and the quartet starting with The Virgin in the Garden. They’re so rich and finely detailed. Full of interesting people whose fate I care about.
I read The Children’s Booktwice because it was dense. Packed full of information about all sorts of interesting things; information about poetry, jewellery making, Fabianism, popular culture in the late Victorian and Edwardian era.
Here is what the Publisher writes about it …
From the renowned author of Possession, The Children’s Book is the absorbing story of the close of what has been called the Edwardian summer: the deceptively languid, blissful period that ended with the cataclysmic destruction of World War I. In this compelling novel, A.S. Byatt summons up a whole era, revealing that beneath its golden surface lay tensions that would explode into war, revolution and unbelievable change — for the generation that came of age before 1914 and, most of all, for their children.
The novel centres around Olive Wellwood, a fairy tale writer, and her circle, which includes the brilliant, erratic craftsman Benedict Fludd and his apprentice Phillip Warren, a runaway from the poverty of the Potteries; Prosper Cain, the soldier who directs what will become the Victoria and Albert Museum; Olive’s brother-in-law Basil Wellwood, an officer of the Bank of England; and many others from every layer of society. A.S. Byatt traces their lives in intimate detail and moves between generations, following the children who must choose whether to follow the roles expected of them or stand up to their parents’ “porcelain socialism.”
Olive’s daughter Dorothy wishes to become a doctor, while her other daughter, Hedda, wants to fight for votes for women. Her son Tom, sent to an upper-class school, wants nothing more than to spend time in the woods, tracking birds and foxes. Her nephew Charles becomes embroiled with German-influenced revolutionaries. Their portraits connect the political issues at the heart of nascent feminism and socialism with grave personal dilemmas, interlacing until The Children’s Book becomes a perfect depiction of an entire world.
Olive is a fairy tale writer in the era of Peter Pan and Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind In the Willows, not long after Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. At a time when children in England suffered deprivation by the millions, the concept of childhood was being refined and elaborated in ways that still influence us today. For each of her children, Olive writes a special, private book, bound in a different colour and placed on a shelf; when these same children are ferried off into the unremitting destruction of the Great War, the reader is left to wonder who the real children in this novel are.
The Children’s Book is an astonishing novel. It is an historical feat that brings to life an era that helped shape our own as well as a gripping, personal novel about parents and children, life’s most painful struggles and its richest pleasures. No other writer could have imagined it or created it.
They do a much better job at summarising the plot than I do.
This novel had an interesting pace. It started of slow and speed up to a rapid speed by the end – bit like life really. As a child summer holidays seem to last for ever and as an adult they seem to be over in a blink of an eye.
I know I’m not going to do this novel justice in trying to write a review, so I shall keep it brief.
I love how she gets inside people’s heads and writes their inner most thoughts and feelings. For example,
She sensed that Methley did not know how to deal with the owners of the cafe to which he had so confidently brought her. He looked a fool, and she would never forgive him for that. She noted that he looked as though he had had to pay more than was comfortable for him.
I loved all of the social history; reading about the first performance of Peter Pan, just how difficult it was for women to study (and to become doctors), different glazes and how an air bubble in a pot can destroy not only that firing but the kiln as well.
However, I did not like this novel as much as her previous works.
Here are some other reviews (much better than mine) …