Harvest

The action in this book takes place over the course of a week. The story starts with two fires: one is the master's dovecote, set on fire by a few discontented villagers. The other is a small fire set by newcomers on the outskirts of the village to alert others that they were there. The two fires indicate a transition from the customary ways into a week of violent upheaval.

The narrator of these events is Walter Thirsk, the master's former servant, who came to the village and fell in love with the land and with a young woman of the village. He has tried to integrate himself into the life of the villagers, but especially since his wife died he feels himself to still be an outsider.

There is a lot of shifted blame in this story. The villagers point the finger at the newcomers on the outskirts of the village to blame them for burning the master's dovecote, instead of their fellow villagers. A couple of women and a young child are accused of witchcraft after another act of violence clearly done by someone else. Meanwhile, the master's authority is shifted onto his dead wife's cousin, who shows up to take control of the land.

All of this takes place at harvest time in an unspecified year. The atmosphere of ancient tradition that the villagers inhabit makes it feel like it could be 13th or 14th century, but other aspects of the story make it seem like 17th century or a bit later. The vagueness on this point serves to make the story feel more allegorical or mythical, but at the same time I don't stop trying to pin it down.

There's a strong vein of melancholy in this book. Early in the story, Walter tells an itinerant map maker that they don't have names for the different places of their land, and the sense is that everyone feels themselves so deeply part of the land that there is no need to name it. The disruption that occurs changes that forever. I think this is everyone's story.

Saw this recommended as an apocalyptic/dystopian thriller so unfortunately that may have had an effect on my enjoyment of what is clearly a brilliantly written novel. The picture of village life is beautifully drawn: every detail is perfect. And clearly there is overlap with a dystopia in that the local society experiences both unrest and disarray. But it wasn't quite what I expected - I was in the mood for something a little more... anarchic.

I'd like to read more by Jim Crace, though, the guy can write.