A Month in the Country

A truly wonderful book I'd never heard of. Book 95 on James Mustich's list for me, trying to get over 100 before the end of the year.

This is a short novel but by no means a quick read about WW1 vet who is hired on to rehabilitate a frescoed wall in a medieval Yorkshire chapel.

This passage stopped me in my tracks:

“As far as I'm concerned me might have gone round the corner and died. But that goes for most of us, doesn't it? We look blankly at each other. Here I am, here you are. What are we doing here? What do you suppose it's all about? Let's dream on. Yes, that's my Dad and Mum over there on the piano top. My eldest boy is on the mantelpiece. That cushion cover was embroidered by my cousin Sarah only a month before she passed on. I go to work at eight and come home at five-thirty. When I retire they'll give me a clock - with my name engraved on the back. Now you know all about me. Go away: I've forgotten you already.”

This slender (135 p) book is a gem. A young man, survivor of the Great War, goes to a small village in Yorkshire in 1920 to restore a medieval painting that has been found in the parish church. His shell shock has given him a pronounced facial twitch and a stutter, his wife has run off with another man, and he is prepared to live on a pittance for the summer for the sake of having somewhere peaceful to stay and interesting work to do. The blurb on the back of the book says this is a story of lost love, and it is, but it's not simply a lost lady love. The emergence of the painting, the development of relationships with the villagers, the tentative friendship with another soldier back from the war who is supposed to be excavating a lost grave on the church grounds–all of these illuminate the themes of hell, healing, art and vocation.

I can't say enough about a Month in the Country. Tom Birkin is a WWI vet, traumatized by the war and a bad marriage, who takes a job in a country church uncovering an old mural. It's a healing summer for Tom, with friendships and work that helps him rethink religion, marriage, and even life. A Month in the Country is a short read, a one-night read even, so I can't think of a single reason why you shouldn't take it on. Somehow, in reading it, after a long string of current novel disappointments, I remembered why I love novels.

“I never exchanged a word with the Colonel. He has no significance at all in what happened during my stay in Oxgodby. As far as I'm concerned he might just as well have gone round the corner and died. But that goes for most of us, doesn't it? We look blankly at each other. Here I am, here you are. What are we doing here? What do you suppose it's all about? Let's dream on. Yes, that's my Dad and Mum over there on the piano top. My eldest boy is on the mantelpiece. That cushion cover was embroidered by my cousin Sarah only a month before she passed on. I go to work at eight and come home at five-thirty. When I retire they'll give me a clock – with my name engraved on the back. Now you know all about me. Go away: I've forgotten you already.”