There are three things that
must be said about Anna Stothard’s latest brilliant creation, The Art of Leaving: first, as I
picked the book out of the love I feel for London I think it’s fair that I
begin with my insight of Anna’s masterful portrayal of the wondrous city in her
novel. The rushing adrenaline of the city’s hurried way of life, the
greatness of the historical streets, buildings and landmarks, the anonymity of
the population, the tiny or sometimes not so tiny portals that go unnoticed
every now and then, the intimacy of the walks under the rain or through the
parks or inside the uncountable buildings… it’s all there, sitting in
black ink and white paper, looking up at you as if the city was reading you
instead of you reading about the city, trying to capture your reactions to the
descriptions of places from known to unknown, from idyllic to stale, from open
to hidden, and so forth. But there is also an aspect of London that jumps
at you from the beginning: the feeling that you can belong in London, that no
matter your background or personal history, London wipes that slate clean for
you, or at least helps you find your rightful place in the world. London,
in the end, is London, a place where life goes on and the world keeps turning
no matter what goes on in your life and you don’t have to rush to keep up, but
instead it allows you to take a step back and reassess. Eva walks a large
part of the city in the book, and at each step she takes we’re right there with
her, seeing what she sees, knowing the city through her eyes. And very much
also through Regina’s, as the eagle flies above and beyond, and sets foot (or
claws) here and there and expects us to look at her in wonder much like the
population of London does in the book.
Second, the depth and
meticulousness in which Anna has developed her characters is impressive.
Eva, Luke, Grace and even Regina perform a dance in which they slowly reveal
their hidden traits, real motives and darkest secrets, making The Art of Leaving
a really hard book to put down. The way Anna slowly untangles her
characters is delightful, down to the point of awakening in yours truly a
desire to reach out to them, to know what will become of them, to be with them
till the end. The thorough detail of the writing depicts the surrounding
and the way it resonates within Eva in a most poetic manner: from the busy
London Streets to the cramped Echo Books to what each character wears or how
their hair, eyes or hands look; it made me feel for Eva, try to understand her
and wonder about her at the same time, want to unravel her as I read.
And third, the way Anna delivers Eva’s wild
imagination to us is magical, how Eva wanders in and out of her daydreams and
hangs on to the memory of her grandmother at the same time is simply
beautiful. We are taken to a world in which the impossible becomes a part
of Eva; where she can feel herself, safe and true; and where fluffy bunny
rabbits and flowers speak of her wishes louder than she does in real
life. The constant mention of books, movies and stories allows this
second world to exist in an almost tangible manner in Eva’s life and her
relationship with Luke and Grace. The moment when her two worlds collide and
she is forced to make a decision we are taken behind her mirror, and we see the
truth that was hidden from us all along, and we understand that from there it
could easily go both ways… and we are grateful for her imagination and her
pursue and her truth… and we call out to her, urging her to never stop.
Anna Stothard is also the author of The Pink Hotel set in Los Angeles.
Anna Stothard is also the author of The Pink Hotel set in Los Angeles.
Thank you for visiting today, from Sandra and the TripFiction Team. To find our more about The Art of Leaving, click on the cover; and to find more books set in and evocative of London click here
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