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'Coral Glynn': The Art Of Repression
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'Coral Glynn': The Art Of Repression

Book Reviews


Peter Cameron is one of those novelists who've earned the coveted title of being a writer's writer. He's garnered praise from the likes of Margaret Livesey and Lorrie Moore. His novels "The Weekend" and "Someday This Pain Will Be Useful to You," have been made into movies.

Book critic Maureen Corrigan has a review of Peter Cameron's latest novel, called "Coral Glenn."

MAUREEN CORRIGAN, BYLINE: I was in my local independent bookstore last week, enjoying the endangered pleasure of wandering around and snuffling through interesting-looking books when I overheard two women talking in front of the new releases section. I need a new British novelist, one of them said. Ladies, I should have spoken up, but the moment passed and, besides, it was too awkward to explain that one of the best British novelists writing today was born in New Jersey.

Peter Cameron spent part of his childhood in England, so his accent, so to speak, is authentic. But it's also derived from his veneration for British miniaturists, like the novelists Elizabeth Taylor and Barbara Pym. Cameron's just-published sixth novel, called "Coral Glynn," is set primarily in 1950s England: Everyone is courageously repressed. Women wear drab colors like fawn, and the kettle is always on. Pull up a chair by the fire and settle in, but don't get too lulled by the domestic setting, because Cameron's writing is full of sharp angles and unanticipated swerves into the droll and the downright weird. The title character here is a private duty nurse who has recently arrived at an isolated estate called Hart House to tend an elderly woman dying of cancer. Coral Glynn is young, alone in the world, and described by other characters as rather pretty, in a plain way.

If that phrase puts you in mind of "Jane Eyre," it should; Cameron also doffs his hat to Daphne du Maurier's classic about a solitary orphan, "Rebecca." The dying woman's adult son, Major Clement Hart, was badly burned in World War II and considers himself unfit for intimate relations, but he's drawn to Coral. When Major Hart tells a male friend that he's thinking of proposing marriage, the friend asks the major exactly what he feels.

I would not call it a happiness, says Major Hart. A relief, perhaps. A feeling of something alive between us. A connection, I suppose. The friend asks if it's love. I would not go that far, says Major Hart. Yes, I know, says his friend. You have never gone that far.

That mood of reduced possibilities, of less-than-great expectations, haunts this book, and yet just when we readers think we've landed in the spare emotional landscape of an Anita Brookner novel, Cameron's story goes all Gothic on us. Walking in the damp woods one morning, Coral comes upon a boy and a girl playing a strange game they call Prisoner. The game turns out to have had grim consequences, and because Coral didn't intervene, she comes under suspicion by the police.

Not only do disquieting revelations emerge about Coral's past, but the major turns about to be a deeper fellow than he first appeared. To extend the "Jane Eyre" comparison for a second, the impediment to marriage here is not a mad wife in the attic but a sad friend in the closet. I could work up some larger theme to all this, but I mean it as the highest compliment when I say that "Coral Glynn" is not about anything so much as it is about the pleasures of storytelling.

He kept his eyes focused on the screen, as if the parts of his body were separate, his hand a small country at the outskirts of a large empire that enjoys, simply because of its distance from the capital, the sort of autonomy that is merely a result of negligence. Coral got up and moved further along that row and sat beside a woman who had a small wheezing dog in a carpet bag on her lap.

That scene crinkles off into so many directions, so many moods, you don't know what to savor first: the outlandish metaphor that makes the pervert almost comic, the charming period touch of the lady and her lapdog, or the overarching sad solitude of the cinema.

If, like those women I overheard in the bookstore, you're looking for a new British novelist, try Peter Cameron. He's a good value because he artfully compresses so many beloved English stories and tropes into one smashing novel.

GROSS: Maureen Corrigan teaches literature at Georgetown University. She reviewed "Coral Glynn" by Peter Cameron. Coming up, Ken Tucker reviews a new album by Bahamas, a singer/songwriter who spent the past few years playing guitar in Feist's touring band. This is FRESH AIR.

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