It’s one of the
nuttiest novels I’ve read in a long time but I suspect many will identify with
Sue Townsend’s latest heroine, librarian Eva Beaver, aka The Woman Who Went To Bed For A Year (Michael Joseph, $37). For who
among us hasn’t on occasion wanted to throw the covers over their head and shut
out the world?
For Eva the
tipping point is the departure of her terrifyingly brainy twins Brian Jnr and
Briana for university. Suddenly her time is her own. Deciding on a nap, she climbs
between her fresh, white sheets and realises she would be mad ever to get up.
Her family –
except the twins who are busy being weird and socially awkward at college – are
aghast. Who will serve her dreary astronomer husband Brian Snr his dinner? Who will
launder his unflattering elastane pyjamas? And then there are the
practicalities – how will Eva use the toilet and wash? Who will bring her food
and drink?
Of course,
retreating from the world only encourages the world to come to Eva. While she
yearns for the time and peace to think properly a huge cast of characters
insists on disturbing her, passing through her bedroom and beneath her window.
To begin with it’s
friends and family. Then handsome dreadlocked Alexander appears. He’s the
odd-job man Eva co-opts to take away all her possessions so she can have her
entire room painted stark white. Intrigued and attracted, he becomes part of
the increasingly strange household as does Brian’s colleague Titania
Noble-Forester who, it transpires, has been having an affair with him for
years.
Eventually the
public catch on to the Eva phenomena. She makes the newspapers and Internet and
attracts a lunatic fringe who believe she’s an angel with the power to help
them. Ironically, instead of finding the space to make sense of her own life,
she ends up telling other people how to sort out theirs.
Yes, it’s utterly
preposterous but it’s not meant to be anything else. Townsend is doing what she
does best – having a good laugh while she makes her point about contemporary
society.
It’s 30 years
since she wrote the first of her eight Adrian Mole books and claimed her
position as one of the UK’s most humorous writers. In the intervening years
she’s suffered serious ill health and is now registered blind, yet continues to
write comedic novels, dictating her books to her son. Her work is funny, pithy
and merciless. She sinks her satirical teeth particularly deeply into
techno-geeks and scientists in this book but really no one is immune. And it’s not all jolly-jolly; at times
Townsend’s view of the world and people is bleak.
Some readers might
find Eva too selfish to put up with for more than 400 pages. But for fans of
Adrian Mole, or anyone looking for a quirky, spoofy read, with its sardonic
tone married to more serious themes, this novel should be a winner.
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