donderdag 26 juni 2014

Andrew Miller: Pure

Hi

My father told me about Pure by Andrew Miller.
My love of reading is mostly his ‘fault’ and this book is a good example of how this came to be. He read the novel soon after he got it and he kept on talking about it, saying how good it was and how much he enjoyed it.
So, I wanted it too and I got it in the Fnac with a 2+1 promotion. Most of the promotions in the Fnac are solely on Dutch novels, which is why I didn’t get it in English.
Pure was shortlisted for the Walter Scott Prize for Historical Fiction. My copy has 376 pages and a very beautiful cover.

“Deep in the heart of Paris, its oldest cemetery is, by 1785, overflowing, tainting the very breath of those who live nearby. Into their midst comes Jean-Baptiste Baratte, a young, provincial engineer charged by the king with demolishing it.
At first Baratte sees this as a chance to clear the burden of history, a fitting task for a modern man of reason. But before long, he begins to suspect that the destruction of the cemetery might be a prelude to his own.”

The novel is set four years before the French revolution and it is a constant but subtle element in the story. The story doesn’t revolve around the upcoming revolution but it’s hinted on every page which makes it not overly political and still enjoyable. Baratte is a symbol of change, of science and an enlightened new time, of forgetting about the past and starting fresh. In the background Paris is still dark, stuck in its way of living and apprehensive of change.

The novel is very absorbing; it’s one of those books you have to finish because you can’t stop reading. Miller is able to make you feel like you are in Paris. It’s almost like you’re there to witness every detail he writes about; from the smells, to wrinkly faces and decaying fruit. It’s dark and suspenseful, it’s creepy and bleak, vibrant and earthy, wonderful and unexpected.
It’s a great and unusual novel not like anything I've read before. Miller writes beautifully and lingers on details without losing the main focus of the novel.
I loved it.

One thing though, Miller uses a lot of metaphors, and this made the novel difficult to read at times.

Happy reading!
Helena