Make it a family affair
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I heart Monica McInerney, and her big, sweeping family epics. Born in Australia, now living in Ireland, she marries her background with her current ground, geographically at least, as we go from a station in the outback to all around our island in her latest… well, big, sweeping family epic.
Every year, Angela Gillespie sends out one of those Christmassy family digest letters - the ones we used to bin when they came in the post, and now most likely delete from our in-boxes straight away.
Angela herself is aware of this, particularly as the life of the Gillespie clan is going pear-shaped all round her: her eldest twins are making respective hames of their lives; her third daughter has moved home and seems even needier than ever; her youngest, Ig, has escaped from boarding school for the third time and at 10, still has an imaginary friend; and her husband Nick, intent on researching his Irish roots, seems to be Skyping some bird called Carol at all hours.
Angela can't seem to get inspiration to gild the Gillespie lily this holiday season, so vents into an email, telling the unvarnished truth about their circumstances. Due to a family emergency, she neglects to send it. Nick, aware that she knows that he knows that she knows all is not well does her a favour and sends it.
It is, of course, a good thing that her shockingly honest - brutally honest - email gets sent round. It shakes the whole family down to their bedrock, which is happily a sturdy foundation. The climax of the woolshed holiday party sees some lovely moments from the clan - except it's not a climax. There's more - much, much more - to the point that an entirely new storyline that involves Angela's mental health is introduced very late in the proceedings.
It's a testament to McInerney's storytelling that one hangs in, wanting to know what happens, especially with Angela and Nick. The number of reversals, developments and breakthroughs feels excessive, even for a big, sweeping family epic, and the novel ended at least three times, but it was worth waiting for that much-desired denouement between the lead couple.
Despite this quibble, this is a terrific plant-yourself-in-front-of-the-fire book for a cosy weekend's reading. Also: a lovely arm-chair journey to the outback!
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Politics is a wolf in sheep's clothing in this novel, which initially presents as nostalgic, Seventies, Irwin Shaw-esque epic about rich men and poor men, the haves and have-nots, about an exotic part of the world that was coming forward, finally, from its backward, tradition-bound heritage.
Set in Cyprus in 1972, the city of Famagusta was being built up along the lines of Nice and Monaco, and The Sunrise was set as the jewel in the crown of the beach resort.
In 1974, a Greek military coup inspires an invasion by the Turkish army, who were keen to protect the Turkish Cypriot minority.
All hell breaks loose, and The Sunrise is the only building left standing; everyone in Farmagusta fled, except for two families who stayed behind in the hotel - one Greek family and one Turkish.
This division of cultures is, of course, the point of the narrative, but it becomes such a workmanlike device that the fiction falters.
The division between the exposition of the history and the creative fiction is almost as abrupt as the division between the two cultures on the one island, making for a dry read.
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