Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Landscape with Solitary Figure by Shonagh Koea

Landscape with Solitary Figure
by Shonagh Koea
Published by Random House NZ (Vintage)
RRP $29.99

- reviewed by Wellington writer/book reviewer 
Maggie Rainey-Smith
  
          
                'Landscape with Solitary Figure' is a striking title for a novel and it works really well.  Shonagh Koea has a unique voice.  In this novel, there are two voices,  the protagonist speaking directly to the reader and then an authorial third person voice who gives another version of the same event, or re-caps what is happening. It's quite a tricky thing to do, but Koea is very good at this. She lovingly paints small town New Zealand, the gardens, the houses, the intricate details of relationships, especially those between men and women. 

                Ellis Leigh, the protagonist is indeed a solitary figure.  She has been damaged and this is her story.  It's not an action-packed tale, it is meditative, introspective, careful and fascinating, as well as dark and kind of dangerous.
The novel opens tantalisingly with this:

                'I once knew someone who said you could look out a window and see a story. So I'm looking out one of my windows and I want a story.'

                Ellis we learn is widowed, and has an adult son Haakon who lives in London.  She is recalling the events that led her to sell her much grander home in another town and move to her present modest bungalow.  There's a man whom we don't really get to know until right near the end, but his presence and influence pervades the entire story.  The story loops back and forward over time and begins with speculation about guests that might or might not have come to share a glass of wine in the garden in her new bungalow.  The chapters are short and beautifully delineated with black and white horticultural images and the cover is stunning with what I think is a pink clivia with a single bud unfolding.  The book is a rather lovely artefact, in itself, a hold-in-one-hand-size, flap covers and spacious formatting.

                The shift from first person narrator to third person happens suddenly and seamlessly early on in chapter five, so it's not expected but it's not disconcerting. Already the writing has an intimacy and looping back on time that allows this new dimension. I particularly enjoyed the descriptions of small town New Zealand, the gradual shifts in boundaries from residential to light industrial, the subtle changes that creep up, the way the landscape shifts, and too how this changes the sort of people who move in and out of town.

                There's a delicious description of a birthday party at a public park which reminded me of Anne Enright's skewering of people at a social event  in her novel 'The Forgotten Waltz'.  Ellis, the protagonist, describes people arriving at the party thus:  'the population of the discarded, the unwanted, the truly bereaved and actually ill, roamed gently over the turf of the splendid venue'... and... 'the serial womaniser, whose ex-wife had come to the party in a lavender trouser suit, was lounging boyishly in his long-limbed way against a tree...' and reminiscing, she speaks of those with secure lives... 'The couples themselves would enter houses in the higher range of value, and they would sit on down-filled sofas of burgeoning superiority while they discussed the party, because secure couples do that.'

                Koea's writing has a very recognisable and distinctive tone.  It is hard to compare with other writers, although she does remind me at times of Janet Frame when she is writing as the outsider looking in and observing small town society.  I recall hearing the writer reading from her memoirs  'The Kindness of Strangers' on Radio New Zealand and aspects of this novel held the same mesmerising slightly-askew view of the world.

                This book needs your full and graceful attention and I recommend, a sunny afternoon, or evening by the fire, far from distractions. I had to wind myself down just a little to relax into it.  It isn't plot driven but there's a sense of the sinister that stays with the reader right to the end.

Maggie Rainey-Smith

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