I best knew Iain Banks from a teenage flirtation with The
Wasp Factory when I was doing my A Levels. It’s a pretty standard rite of
passage for a Literature student to read the tale of child murder and then
finish it with a ‘what on earth is wrong with this man?’ kind of reaction.
Since then I haven’t read another novel, assuming they’d all
be quite depraved and depressing. Then, last week, I bit the bullet and
borrowed The Crow Road from the school library. I expected a hard slog and for
it to possibly be the first book I abandoned in 2013.
Instead, I got my read of the year so far.
Set in the lead up to the Gulf War, this is the story of a
Scottish student called Prentice and the seemingly never-ending deaths in his
family. Across the novel, no less than five members of his family meet a grisly
end, beginning with his grandma who explodes at her funeral: I kid you not.
This statistic becomes less shocking when you realise that the novel covers
some forty years of life in a small Scottish village, ranging from Prentice
now, to Prentice as a child, to his father as a child.
Finally, I’ve found a character I like in 2013. Prentice is
far from perfect and not even that extraordinary: a history student who rows
with his dad and drinks far too much. Yet he is endearing and a perfect
narrator for this novel which is part coming-of-age, part murder mystery. The
ending is a little messy and the whole premise does really hinge on an unlikely
coincidence, but I didn’t care. I thoroughly enjoyed this from start to finish,
even when it got briefly bogged down in the standard anti-Thatcherite politics
that seem to typify books set in this era.
This was an accessible and easy read, and I think most
people would enjoy it (whereas my next book might not appeal to most people
over the age of sixteen…). It’s sort of a more intelligible Irvine Welsh novel
with less drugs and more likeable characters.
I reckon this will make my top five of the year.
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