Showing posts with label Ian McEwan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ian McEwan. Show all posts

Monday, February 11, 2013

Atonement, Part 2

My thoughts: Finished it! I think this book is phenomenal, and it’s one of those books that I found myself thinking about a lot when I wasn’t reading it and after I finished. The second part of Atonement finds Robbie fighting for survival in France in 1940 during World War II. Briony’s accusation sends Robbie to prison, but gets to leave prison early on the condition that he join the British army. He was part of the British forces that were trapped by the Germans in Dunkirk at the beginning of the war. We all know who the eventual victors of World War II were, but it must have been terrifying for the British to face this early German victory, not knowing how things would turn out. The events in Dunkirk play a large part in the story, which was intriguing to me because I really don’t remember being taught a lot about it—it was little more than a paragraph in my history books. Granted, most discussions of World War II in my history classes were American-centric, but even in Western Civilization, there wasn’t much discussion of Dunkirk. I guess I’m saying that because it took this book for me to realize the horror of what happened there. In Atonement, the Dunkirk section is almost 100 pages, and lays bare the brutality and horror of the march to Dunkirk. Dead soldiers and civilians line the roads, and the British soldiers are under constant threat of attack. And Robbie Turner experiences this all. And we are reminded that he sees this because a weird little girl told a lie that sent him to prison.

Speaking of Briony, in the last half of the book, she realizes the effects of what she has done. In 1940, an eighteen-year-old Briony is training to be a nurse, having given up a place at Cambridge. After reading about Robbie’s experiences at Dunkirk, I was filled with hatred for Briony. But reading the section about her experiences made me dislike her less, even if it didn’t exactly fill me with sympathy for her. McEwan writes, “Her secret torment and the public upheaval of war had always seemed separate worlds, but now she understood how the war might compound her crime.” She really tries to be helpful and to be of use, especially when the wounded British soldiers arrive from Dunkirk. And she feels guilty about what she’s done. However, I’ll save my sympathy for the man she sent to prison.

Reading Atonement made me thing about thirteen-year-olds and maturity. I was talking to my mother about this a few weeks ago. Some thirteen-year-olds are more mature than others. It’s a fine line, though—you want them to be mature, because they’re growing up, but you don’t want them to act too grown. Briony, maturity-wise, was at about an eight or nine-years old level when she was thirteen. She had a lot of growing up to do. And when we meet the eighteen-year-old Briony, we see that she has grown up. But, on the other hand, plenty of thirteen-year-olds are underdeveloped, but that doesn’t make it OK to falsely accuse someone of rape.

One of the main themes of Atonement is that actions have consequences. Sometimes they are immediate, and sometimes the effects last for years. This book gave me a lot to think about. I like to read it again someday, and I need to rewatch the movie. If there is a tiny flaw in this book, in my opinion, it is that there needed to be more about Cecilia. She seemed like the character that had the most sense.

Great passage (where one gets a very palpable feeling of Briony’s experiences as a nurse): At many beds, nurses were removing dirty dressings. Always a decision, to be gentle and slow, or firm and quick and have it over with in one moment of pain. This ward favored the latter, which accounted for some of the shouts. Everywhere, a soup of smells—the sticky sour odor of fresh blood, and also filthy clothes, sweat, oil, disinfectant, medical alcohol, and drifting above it all, the stink of gangrene.

Up next: Not sure…

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Atonement, Part 1

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Author: Ian McEwan

Category: I tried to read this about seven or eight years ago, and couldn’t get into it. Then I saw the movie on which it is based, and decided to give the book another chance.

My thoughts: Ok, I’m going to write about Atonement in two stages. Because I saw the movie (which is really good), I know how this story turns out, but I still think this is a great read. The first part of the story documents a very eventful summer day in the Tallis household in the English countryside in 1935. At the beginning of the story, Briony Tallis, who is thirteen, is preparing for a play that she wrote for her brother Leon, who is visiting the Tallis home with a friend, Paul Marshall. Briony intends for her visiting cousins—fifteen-year-old Lola, and nine-year-old twins Jackson and Pierrot—to be in the play with her. Briony, I should mention, is one of those girls who is always in her head, and too attached to the world of make-believe had happily-ever-after.

During the course of the book's first part, we also learn that there is a simmering attraction between Cecelia, Briony’s 23-year-old sister, and Robbie Turner, who is the son of the Tallis family’s housekeeper. Cecilia and Robbie were both at Cambridge together, but did not mix in the same circles. Briony misinterprets situations that she witnesses between Cecilia and Robbie (children…they just don’t know about grown folks’ business), and at one point believes that Robbie is assaulting her Cecilia. Later, the twins run away, and during the search for them, Lola is assaulted. Briony convinces herself that the assailant was Robbie, and accuses him of the crime. With this act, she seals the fates of Robbie, Cecilia, and herself.

It’s a sad story, Atonement, but it is beautifully written. I am reminded of my experience reading Maud Martha—rereading certain passages, drinking in the language. I am also reminded of The Portrait of a Lady. I think it’s because of the sort of slow but purposeful pace of the two novels. Neither book feels rushed. I have never read anything by Ian McEwan before, and I wonder if his other books are this good. Anyway, back to the plot…I once saw a quote from The Tale of Despereaux that has stuck with me: “Every action, reader, no matter how small, has a consequence.” This is a lesson that some adults forget, and children are often too young to understand. But it is so very true.

Great passage: She would never be able to console herself that she was pressured or bullied. She never was. She trapped herself, she marched into the labyrinth of her own construction, and was too young, too awestruck, too keen to please, to insist on making her own way back. She was not endowed with, or old enough to possess, such independence of spirit. An imposing congregation had massed itself around her first certainties, and now it was waiting and she could not disappoint it at the altar.