An “artfully constructed novel, which the author, a playwright, unfurls in lush streams of consciousness” (The New Yorker), about a father and son thrown together by tragedy—from the author of Tender, McKeon’s new novel coming in 2016.
Set in an Ireland that catapulted into wealth at the end of the twentieth century and then suffered a swift economic decline, Belinda McKeon’s Solace is an extraordinarily accomplished first novel about the conflicting values of the old and young generations and the stubborn, heartbreaking habits that mute the language of love.
Tom and Mark Casey are a father and son on a collision course, two men who have always struggled to be at ease with one another. Tom is a farmer in the Irish midlands, the descendant of men who have farmed the same land for generations. Mark, his only son, is a doctoral student in Dublin, writing his dissertation on the nineteenth-century novelist Maria Edgeworth, who spent her life on her family estate, not far from the Casey farm. To his father, who needs help baling the hay and ploughing the fields, Mark’s academic pursuit isn’t work at all. Then, at a party in Dublin, Mark meets Joanne Lynch, a lawyer in training whom he finds irresistible. She also happens to be the daughter of a man who once spectacularly wronged Mark’s father, and whose betrayal Tom has remembered every single day for twenty years.
After the lightning strike of tragedy, Tom and Mark are left with grief neither can share or fully acknowledge. Not even the magnitude of their mutual loss can alter the habit of silence. “A story told with clear-eyed compassion and quiet intelligence about what it is to grow up and grow away, about the difference between ‘here’ and ‘home.’ This is a lovely debut” (Anne Enright, Man Booker Prize–winning author of The Gathering).
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About the Author
Belinda McKeon, an award-winning playwright and journalist, is the author of two novels. Her work has appeared in The New York Times, The Paris Review, The Guardian, and elsewhere. She lives in Brooklyn and is an Associate Professor of Creative Writing at Rutgers University.
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Mark’s father did not expect him to come and live at home. He did not expect him to gradually take over the running of the farm. In the first place, his father had no intention of handing control of the farm to anybody—it was his life, and its daily rituals and its daily difficulties were like oxygen to him, much as he might complain of them. Nor, Mark knew, did his father honestly think that farming offered any kind of future. Especially on the small scale on which he farmed, it was impossible to make a living from it. Yet none of this kept his father from thinking that Mark should do more of what he called taking an interest; that Mark should be around more often, there for the larger jobs, there to advise his father on whether to expand the yard or to buy a new piece of machinery—or, at least, there to express approval at the decisions his father had already made on these things. He did not want an heir, Mark’s father. He wanted a partner. And a life in Dublin that required Mark to be physically present in the city for only two hours a week—for the undergrad class he taught, and for the office hour he was obliged to hold afterwards—seemed to Mark’s father no barrier to the kind of partnership he had in mind.
Mark was the only son. He had an older sister, Nuala, who had lived in England for years. His father had neighbours, but he would not ask them for help. He had brothers-in-law, but they lived in the town, played bridge, went with their wives to Tesco and Supervalu to do the weekly shop. They did not drive tractors. They did not haul bales. They did not talk traneens and wet clumps and oil filters and phone calls to the Met Office. And there were no brothers. His father had not been born an only child, but he was as good as one now. And he knew how to turn the tricks of an only child when there was something he wanted.
But with Mark—with Mark and the farm—those tricks were not turning, at least not as Tom expected them to turn. Mark knew this. He had seen it on his father’s face so many times, on so many of those evenings when it was time for him to return to Dublin after a weekend at home. It was not anger, it was not disappointment; it was, instead, a sort of uncomprehending surprise. How could he be leaving, when things had been running so smoothly with both of their shoulders to the wheel, when there were still jobs to be done and to be discussed? How could he have failed to hear his father’s many pleas for his continued presence, delivered in the guise of casual conversation since the minute he had arrived from the railway station? How could he be going when the fact of what he needed to be doing was laid out all around them in acres and herd numbers and ear tags and calendar markings for tests and marts and dehornings and cows that were due to calve?
“Jesus, I didn’t think you were going so soon. And you have to be back up there?”
It was the same from his father every time. The same words. The same tone—the tone other fathers might have used upon discovering that their sons had just been redeployed to Iraq. Mark always managed, always succeeded with his tactic of being at once firm and vague, but he always knew, too, that in a week, or in a fortnight, or in a month, he would be back again, having a conversation that felt like an ulcer, making himself late for the Sunday evening train.
It was a small farm. A hundred acres, meadows around the farmyard and a stretch of bog at the far end of the lane; thirty cows or so spending their year in those meadows and in that bog instead of in the slatted shed that, Mark knew, his father wanted his help to build. A slatted shed, somehow, was the sign of a real farm, and it was essential if you wanted to get at the really good grants, but Mark scarcely knew what to say anytime his father hinted at the need for one, because Mark barely knew how to build a fire, let alone a slatted shed. Was he supposed to come down one weekend and suddenly take on the skills of a builder, a carpenter, an engineer of the flow and storage of bovine sewage? You built the shed over a pit of some sort, that he knew, and you put slats over the pit, and then you kept cattle in the shed for long periods, and you fed them there, and in the pit beneath the slats you collected their shit, and at the end of the season you had a shedful of saleable animals and a pitful of pedigree manure, and the grant cheque came in the post and you went to the bank to lodge it with all the other proper farmers. And then you did something with the money—invested it back into the farm somehow, made some strategic decisions about the way the next year was going to go. You sold your animals, and you bought new ones, and you bought new machinery, and maybe you bought new land, and you expanded, you extended, you excelled, and all the other farmers and all the other farmers’ sons welcomed you to the club.
But Mark was writing a doctorate on a nineteenth-century novelist, and when he finished it he wanted to do the things that you did after you finished a doctorate on a nineteenth-century novelist: maybe write a book about a nineteenth-century novelist, maybe teach a course or two on nineteenth-century novelists, or maybe run the hell as far away from nineteenth-century novelists as he could. He didn’t know. He had to get his thesis finished first, and he had to publish many more papers, and present at many more conferences, and he had to ingratiate himself with the English departments of various universities, which was something he kept meaning to get around to but had not yet quite achieved. As a teacher—or, more accurately, as a teaching assistant—he suspected he was terrible; he had recognised, in his students’ eyes, the same slow dawn of scorn and incredulity of which he had been a master in his own undergraduate years. He suspected, too, that he was writing an appalling excuse for a thesis, but still he felt sure that he wanted to have a career as an academic, to spend his days reading and researching and writing, figuring things out and pinning things down. What those things were, he no longer felt sure, but they were the things he wanted to do; he knew. And he knew that what he did not want to do was to live in Dorvaragh, even half of the time, even a quarter of the time, and farm with his father, and fight with his father, and watch himself becoming more and more the image of his father every day. But still he could not turn his back on him. He could not refuse him. He tried to be honest with him—he told him, over and over, that his life would be in Dublin, and that his trips to the farm would be occasional, but they would be as often as he could manage, and that that was the most and the best he could do. He knew that, with his father, the words were not taking. But he could not find in that fact justification to stay away, justification for anything like a final break. And, besides, a final break was not something that he even knew how to want.
In all of this, Mark’s mother was sympathetic. She told him to do what he had to do, to concentrate on his own work, to take with a pinch of salt his father’s air of being winded by his leaving, confused by his inability to stay. And yet, after a couple of weeks had passed, she would be on the phone again, wondering when he would be coming down. In the spaces between her words he felt he could almost hear his father’s breath.
“Monday,” his mother had said on the phone that morning, when he had explained to her about the deadline. “Monday, you’ll be finished? Monday we’ll see you, so?”
He had said yes. Or he had made some noise that sounded like it. Then he had said goodbye and, looking to the clock radio beside his bed, he had discovered that there were technically three more hours left in the morning, despite the sharpness of the sunlight splaying itself through the blinds. He had slipped back into a heavy, dream-crazed sleep, and when he had gone down to the kitchen more than three hours later, Mossy had cooked breakfast and had planned for them both what he called a knockout of a day.
And this was the knockout. A back yard in the Liberties, barely bigger than the sitting-room of their flat, heaving with the sun-blistered bodies of strangers and skangers and shits like Nagle, and a bar that looked populated entirely by jailbirds and jailbait, with a few pissed grandmothers and breastfeeding infants thrown into the mix. He knew he was kidding himself to think he’d get anything done now if he went back to the flat, back to his bedroom, where he’d set up an old kitchen table as his desk, across which his notes and books and print-outs lay in the kind of neat and careful order that, in truth, only meant that he wasn’t working, that he hadn’t been working for some time. Because there was on that desk no sign of the scuffling and flittering and leafing and scrambling it took to really get through a piece of academic work, with its footnotes and its quotations and its weavings in and out of elements from every scrap of paper touched and filed and vanished over the course of long months and years. It would be useless, Mark thought, but he would be better off there, and so he drained his pint and went to say goodbye to Mossy, pushing his way through the crowd, elbows and tummies and tits and arses and pint glasses raised and pint glasses slopping.
And talking to Mossy was a girl who made Mark decide, the instant he saw her, that he was staying where he was.
© 2011 Belinda McKeon
Reading Group Guide
This reading group guide for Solace enhancing your book club, and a Q&A with author Belinda McKeon. The suggested questions are intended to help your reading group find new and interesting angles and topics for your discussion. We hope that these ideas will enrich your conversation and increase your enjoyment of the book.
With his graduate thesis at a standstill, an overbearing father who wishes he would leave Dublin and return to the family farm, and a diplomatic mother trying to keep both men happy, Mark Casey has decisions to make and no idea how to make them. Faced with the conflicting desires to forge a life of his own while also embracing the life his parents have set out for him, Mark is buckling under the pressure.
As his personal life reaches a crisis point, a chance meeting with a beautiful young woman points Mark’s life in a new direction. Joanne Lynch is from the same hometown as Mark and understands the constraints of familial obligation—she has a mother she doesn’t speak to and a recently deceased father from whom she was estranged. When Joanne finds herself accidentallyy pregnant, life takes over for the young couple and Mark’s relationship to his father and to questions of inheritance and responsibility grow more complicated still. But when tragedy strikes, Tom and Mark are thrown together by grief and must rediscover the meaning of family.
TOPICS AND QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION
1. This novel is full of characters and storylines that mirror one another. For example, both Mark Casey and Rupert Lefroy have sisters who have left home and rarely make contact with their families, while Elizabeth Lefroy and Tom Casey both feel rebuffed by their sons. Consider the characters and relationships in the novel that reflect each other. What are the similarities and differences that you notice in each relationship? Why do you think McKeon chose to have so many relationships reflect one another?
2. Mark and Joanne met while in a pub and much of their early courtship took place while under the influence of drugs and alcohol. How did this meeting set the stage for their relationship? What was it about Joanne that Mark found so instantly appealing?
3. If Joanne had not been in a car accident, do you think she and Mark would have stayed together? How does the following quote influence your prediction: “Sometimes, Mark didn’t really know if he and Joanne had even reached that point. Twenty months, was that enough time? To really know each other?” (p. 228)
4. The LeFroy case comes into play early in the novel and there’s that moment when Joanne interviews Antonia LeFroy and then keeps a key piece of information from her superior at the solicitor’s office. What was the significance of that case and of Joanne deciding to act in this way?
5. What did you think about the way that Joanne and Maura died? Given that we are told in the beginning of the story that Joanne is no longer in the picture, were you surprised that events played out they way they did?
6. Why do you think Mark was more upset about his girlfriend’s death than he did about his mother’s? Do you think the bond of a couple is stronger than the bond between mother and child? Or do you think there were other factors that contributed to his reaction?
7. What do you think is the significance of Mark and Joanne not realizing the meaning of Aoife’s name?
8. Clive Robinson’s unexpected appearances throughout the novel always catch Joanne and Mark off guard. Think about each time Clive appears and the context of each visit. What purpose does his character serve in the story?
9. Why does Joanne underline the following sentences in Clive Robinson’s book?: “What it means to belong to a family, to a group of friends, to an organization…How is possible to say ‘we’…. What is it to be truly conscious of ourselves, let alone of someone else?” (p. 187) Discuss how this theme of identification relates to the miscommunication each character faces when dealing with their family members or loved ones. What do you think the author is saying about the fundamental ways in which families operate? How do you personally define “family”?
10. When Mark brings Aoife home and runs into Gary McGrath (p. 163) he is more than proud to show off his daughter. But, when he meets Pamela Doherty moments later, he makes absolutely no mention of Aoife. Why do you think he was willing to brag about the birth of his daughter to a man and not willing to even mention her to a woman?
11. Discuss the often tense, father/son relationship between Mark and Tom. Do you think both characters were at fault or did you find yourself blaming one man more than the other? Did you opinion on their relationship change as the story progressed?
12. There are four mothers depicted in this novel: Joanne, Irene, Maura, and Elizabeth. How did the author depict each woman in her maternal role? Did you think some came by their duties more naturally than others? What role did Maura play in the relationship between Mark and Tom, and how did their relationship evolve once Maura passed away?
13. If Maura served as a mediator between Mark and Tom, do you think that Aoife replaced her in that capacity? What role do you think women play in this novel as familial peace keepers? Why do you think this role falls to the women in the novel? Do you find this to be true in your own family? How did you react to Antonia’s unwillingness to step in and try to reconcile her mother and brother? Do you think men can also be effective in this peace keeping capacity?
14. Both Joanne and Mark have strained relations with their parents. Mark with his father and Joanne with her mother. However, just as they are in constant battle with their parents, they are also constantly thinking about them: “[Joanne] looked at him. She wanted, she realized, for him to ask about her mother, to ask what it was about her mother that bothered her so much.” (p.103) Do you think it’s possible to express love through rebellion? Was the constant bickering between Mark and Tom, Joanne and Irene, just another way of saying “I love you”?
15. Tom Casey spends much of the novel complaining about Mark’s unwillingness to help with the farm and to conform to the life that Tom wants him to live. However, Tom had behaved similarly in his own day, preferring to shadow a neighboring farmer rather than his own father: “He had told Mark about it; how he had spent so many hours every day with Tommy, helping him out on the farm. How he had annoyed his own father, the grandfather Mark had never known, by wanting to work with Tommy rather than with him.” (p.124) Do you think this kind of familial cycle can ever be broken?
16. What did you think of the supporting players like Sarah, Deirdre, Mossy, and Mona? How did they add to the overall landscape of the novel? Do you think that the author believes in non-conventional families, like those formed through friendship or through work?
17. What role did the setting of Ireland, and the changes which have taken place in Ireland over recent years, play in this story? Do you think this story could have taken place anywhere else?
18. Do you think this book has a happy ending? How do you think each of the main characters changed by the end of the book? Are they in a better place than they were at the beginning?
ENHANCE YOUR BOOK CLUB
1. Research Maria Edgeworth and the novels she wrote. Discuss what you think the significance of Mark’s fascination with Edgeworth might be when looked at in the larger context of the novel.
2. Mark’s choice move away from the family farm to Dublin is one of the main points of conflict in his relationship with Tom. Discuss this theme of modernization and how it impacts family relationships. Has there ever been a time where the generation gap has played a role in how you relate to your parents or family members?
3. Visit the National Folklore Collection at the University College Dublin’s website and research the origins of Aoife’s name. http://www.ucd.ie/folklore/en/. Do you know the origins of your own name?
A CONVERSATION WITH BELINDA MCKEON
The perspective switches between characters throughout the course of the novel. Is it hard for you to keep all of the different voices straight? What kind of value do you think the multiple viewpoints added to this novel that the reader could not have gotten from following a more conventional, single narrative?
The novel takes the reader into the minds of four characters: Mark, Tom, Maura and Joanne. It wasn’t difficult, in the writing, to differentiate between these voices, as each one was, for me, distinctive from very early on. Once I realized that a scene or chapter was taking place from the point of view of one character in particular, it wasn’t difficult to keep that moment in the voice of that character; certainly, after a couple of years of living with these characters, this much came naturally. If there was a challenge, I suppose it was in deciding at what point it was necessary to shift from one character’s voice and point of view to another; which chapter belonged to Mark, and which to Joanne; whether a scene should reach us through Maura’s eyes, or through Tom’s. That took a good deal of work and of trying out different perspectives. But eventually that, too, came to feel an organic process. As to the idea of a single narrative, that just wasn’t something I found myself pursuing with this novel; for me, this story needed to have four distinct ways in, four distinct lives. I think ultimately that is what a point of view is, for a writer: a life. And once you realize you’re in the company of more than one life, you’re not going to block the others out successfully.
So much of this novel seems to focus on the difficult aspects of human interaction and yet you chose to title the novel Solace. What do you think brings solace to the characters in this novel?
Well, without difficulty, there’s no way of imagining solace, or of grasping what complex and unexpected forms it might take. I think that like many people, my characters find solace in places and in ways that surprise them: in situations or encounters that, imagined beforehand, might appear as dreary, awkward, painful or impoverished - but which, in the event, actually prove strangely consoling and strengthening. The title of the novel also alludes to the Irish word for light—Solas—as well as to the winter solstice, which unfolds so beautifully at the ancient burial chamber of Newgrange in Ireland, and which makes an appearance in the narrative.
Being born in Ireland and raised on your parents’ farm, how did your background influence this story? Could you have written this story if you were still living in Ireland? Or did you need to be removed and living somewhere else in order to write it?
The farm was the first world of experience for me, and writing out of that world felt natural to an extent that actually surprised me; I realized that the atmosphere of a small farm, the routines, the language, even, were knit so deep in my consciousness that writing those passages felt, sometimes, as close to that consciousness as thought itself. As I say, this did surprise me, because it’s been a long time since I was my father’s helper on the farm, and I went to college in Dublin at seventeen, and anyway I’ve lived out of Ireland, mostly, for six years. But I suppose it was a primary experience for me, the farm, in a way that no length of time, no geographical distance, can shift. Which brings me to the second question; that of where the novel was written, and where I needed to be in order for it to be written.
I did begin this novel in Ireland; the scenes with Tom and the tractors, as well as the Christmas scenes between Tom and Mark, were written when I was living in Dublin and working as a journalist. These were both farm scenes. But I think in order to write the Dublin scenes, and to weave those in with the rural setting, I needed to be at a remove from both places. This is not new; many writers feel they need to be at a distance in order to see a familiar world through a certain filter, with a certain sharpness. That was the case for me; my apartment in Brooklyn, my local cafe, the library in Columbia, were all, for me, the perfect places in which to imagine a hayshed in Co Longford, a terraced house in Stoneybatter.
Some of your characters make extremely bad decisions throughout the course of this narrative. Do you ever find it difficult to portray a character that you may not particularly like? Or is that part of the fun of being a writer?
Well, firstly, a bad decision on the part of the character does not, for me, render that character unlikeable. Often - and I’m speaking both as a writer and a reader here - it actually enables me to engage with the character more closely; to empathize with them, to identify with them. Maybe that means I’m prone to bad decisions myself, I don’t know. But as to the question of writing characters who are unlikeable, or who exhibit traits which are frustrating, or irritating, or just downright stupid—it’s no easier or more difficult than to write characters who act in sensible, sensitive ways, who never act out of fear or cowardice or nervousness, who are fully alert to the implications of their decisions and their actions for themselves and other people.
On second thoughts, that latter category of characters must be much more difficult to write. Because I’m not entirely sure that such people exist.
Continuing along the same line, were there any characters in this book that you particularly enjoyed writing? Were there any characters that were more difficult to capture?
I think the character of Maura, Mark’s mother, was the most challenging to write, not because I didn’t empathize with her very deeply—I did—but because, of all the characters, she’s the one with the biggest divide between her outward persona and her inner self. Maura has decided that, in order to get through life, she needs to act in certain ways and to manage things in certain ways, and the way that she thinks and speaks to herself is at quite a remove from that public side. The other characters either don’t try or don’t succeed, I think, to create such a front.
A large portion of the text revolves around the academic world and what it can be like to participate in that world on a professional level. Is that something that you felt a strong need to comment on? Why did you choose to set one of your main characters in the world of academia?
Giving Mark an identity as a PhD student didn’t arise out of a desire to comment on the world of academia; like other aspects of his character and his story, it arrived in a far less self-conscious way than that. Mark was working in IT when I first dreamed him up, but somewhere along the line, quite early, it became clear to me that he was, rather, a student, and a student in his twenties, and a student who was struggling to get through this thing, this thesis, he had taken upon himself in a fit of enthusiasm some years before. And academia, I realized, was the world with which Mark was trying to replace his own primary world of the farm. I suppose it presented itself to me as right for Mark, this world, because of the way, in its intensity, its difficulty and its potential for isolation, it can magnify and force a confrontation with many of the very things that a character like Mark might be trying to escape.
Now that you’ve finished this novel, what’s next?
Another novel! It’s at an early stage. I think it’s likely that it’ll be set between Ireland and New York, so it will be interesting to see how that question of being at a distance from a place while writing about it plays into the process this time around. I’m also working on other things; a play, a short screenplay and various essays. And I’d like to write more short stories.
Did a great deal of research go into the writing of this novel? Could you describe your process when working on a project? Which parts of the writing process do you most enjoy and which parts did you find the most difficult?
The only parts of the story which required any real research were the sections dealing with Joanne’s duties as a legal trainee. There was also some light research into farm machinery; there may have been a couple of evenings poring over the intricacies of new tractors on manufacturer websites! I re-read Edgeworth, and had a look at some of the recent scholarship on her; I also re-read Marilyn Butler’s excellent biography of Edgeworth, which helped not just with the sections of the novel where Mark reflects on his thesis topic, but, I think, with the novel overall.
As for my process: it’s one of immersion in the worlds as they develop—and sometimes it’s just a process of wishing for that kind of immersion. Because it takes a while. I write longhand as often as possible, and I find that I know when it’s time to switch to the computer, or when a certain scene or, maybe, section of dialogue, requires the more rapid-fire approach of typing. I try to write every day. Something falls off in the momentum and in that experience of immersion otherwise. But notice that I say I try to write every day.
What part of the process do I prefer? Like most writers, I love and dream of the moment when it flows. I dread and yet know that I have to endure, and mostly experience, the crawl and chaos of the rest of it.
Has writing this book changed your opinions on what it means to be a parent and what it means to be a child?
I think it’s rather that the writing of those relationships was shaped by the way my perspectives on those things changed during the years I wrote the novel. I don’t actually know what it feels like to be a parent, of course; I’m not a parent. But life has handed me plenty of reasons, over the past six years, to think about the complications of both sides of the parent-child coin.
Do you still think about these characters from time to time? If you do, where do you think they are now? Do you think Mark and Tom may have finally learned how to be happy?
I have to confess I don’t think about them like that—they live within the world of the novel for me. But I also love the idea of the characters having an ongoing life in the minds of readers. And in a sense, every time these characters meet a new reader, that ongoing life acquires another layer.
Mark’s thesis is on Maria Edgeworth and the novel itself is set in Edgeworth—a village named after this 19th century novelist. What is the significance of choosing to feature Edgeworth as both the focus of Mark’s academic frustrations and as the locale for your novel? Who are some of your other influences?
I like to think that Maria Edgeworth demanded to be Mark’s thesis topic. She made her way into the narrative in a pretty determined fashion, I have to say; the scene is no longer there, but there was a moment when Mark and Joanne were driving down from the city to Dorvaragh, and Mark suddenly took a right turn and drove up to the old Edgeworth manor house to show the place to Joanne. That—and it was a surprise to me, too—was when I realized that Edgeworth was his thesis topic, and it made absolute sense to me. Having grown up in Co. Longford, where Edgeworth lived most of her life, I’ve always been aware of her, but I’ve never really thought about her that much. This novel was partly my way of doing that. And I also discovered that, in terms of the kind of novel it was turning out to be, in terms of the kinds of meditations on truth-telling and realism and responsibility to your own place that are, for me, at the core of the novel, the presence of Edgeworth, again, made sense. Plus, once I went back to the Butler biography of Edgeworth, I kept discovering all these interesting moments of serendipity between her life and Mark’s story.
Essentially, Edgeworth showed up in this novel, and I had a lot of fun welcoming her in. As for other influences, they’re wide-ranging and hard to explain.
In addition to writing this novel, you are also an award-winning playwright. What made you decide to write a novel? How was this experience different from writing a play?
I didn’t decide to write a novel in that conscious way; it wasn’t as though I’d been writing plays for a while and then decided to tackle a novel. Writing fiction has been centrally important for me since the age of eight or nine; I’d started other novels, but this one stuck. And the process is different to writing a play—the experience of being fully in the consciousness of a character is different, and the structural constraints and freedoms are different. But it’s all about sitting down and actually doing the thing, whatever it is you’re writing.
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You know those days when it rains and rains, unrelenting, making you feel miserable and bereft, making you forget that there is such a thing as sunshine and hope? That is the mood of ¿Solace.¿ Quiet. Grey. Melancholy. ¿Solace¿ is Mark¿s story. His struggles with his doctoral thesis. His struggles with his father and the responsibility he feels to help with his father¿s farm. His relationship with a woman named Joanne. And when a tragedy occurs, it is about the darkness of Mark¿s grief.Communication, or the lack thereof, is the theme of ¿Solace.¿ It is an intriguing exploration of what we say, and don¿t say, and how we misunderstand, and are misunderstood. Unfortunately, the author¿s attempt to convey this theme often feels overbearing, like she wants to make absolutely certain that you ¿get it.¿ I would have preferred something more subtle, like the tantalizing fragrance of lilacs drifting on a spring breeze. The dialogue is superb, rich with Irish syntax and colloquiums, and was perhaps what I loved most about the book. The prose is pellucid, though at times it is poetic as well. It is very much an Irish novel, and the plot is heartbreaking, universal, and timeless.¿Solace¿ is a solidly good attempt at a first novel, and there is certainly evidence that McKeon¿s future works will be brilliant.
Clever as we have managed to evolve as a species, we are yet to unravel the complicated matter of surviving as a family unit. In particular, the terminally dysfunctional Irish strain. We are first introduced to Mark Casey, a Trinity scholar struggling with his thesis on Maria Edgeworth, an 18th century novelist. His interest and his research is waning at an alarming rate when he meets and is smitten with Joanne, a beautiful young law trainee. They date and become semi-serious, even though Mark soon realises she is the daughter of Frank Lynch, a local lawyer from the farming village of his youth and a proven enemy of his father¿s. Sound familiar? Not really. Solace is not some soppy, woebegone tale of star-crossed lovers. This entanglement is the least of Mark¿s worries as he battles the guilt and obligations of an only son leaving the family bosom and farm duties for the stimuli of city living in Dublin. For he is not only judged by his own family, but by the entire population of his parents¿ world. A public jilting his father is not going to forgive.The stilted phone conversations Mark has with his father (often through the mother) over when he will next be home, is an excruciating example of what some families suffer in the communication stakes. More than once I could have screamed in frustration at the inability of these people to express themselves to one another. McKeon does a brilliant job of showing the two sides of this dilemma. Both generations are well represented here. The inner struggles of all the major characters subtly weave the story together until you feel empathy for each and every one of them. Tragedy is never far away in these stories and when it hits, is as much a blow to the reader as those within the pages. Asked to suffer a loss that would cripple the best of us, Mark and his father embark on a journey of healing and forgiveness in their own starchy, undemonstrative style. Heartbreaking and totally believable in its reality. This is a novel that has been lovingly created by its author and you can feel it in every page. A salute to the power of family, love, and the strength to endure.
This is a very accomplished and emotional debut novel, very sensitively written.The central character, Mark Casey, raised on a farm in rural Ireland, has left home to pursue a doctorate In Dublin. However, he is unable to focus on his studies or find the time to produce an eloquent thesis, much to the dismay of his lecturers. His father, Tom, fails to understand why Mark¿s life doesn¿t revolve around the farm. Tom is finding it difficult to cope with the heavy workload. There is the hay which needs baling and the fields need ploughing¿surely Mark should be coming home every weekend to help his father out? Mark appears to have no focus whatsoever and is content to spend his time partying and the temptation of the Dublin bars is easy to succumb to. It¿s at one of these parties, that he meets Joanne, a trainee solicitor. He is captivated by her and their love affair is inevitable. It also ensures that Mark¿s home visits dwindle even further because Tom and Joanne¿s father were sworn enemies, before the latter died when Joanne was eleven years old. Then Joanne becomes pregnant and there is a kernel of acceptance of the situation. Maura, Mark¿s mother becomes extremely fond of Joanne and the new baby Aoife. Then tragedy strikes, and the two men¿s lives are changed forever.The relationship between Tom and Mark is very compelling, and the growing affection that Tom has for Aoife¿¿. I found very touching. Mark is a man who wants to do the right thing for both his child and for his father, but he is unable to commit to both. Tom is close to a breakdown, but his son is not around enough to see what is happening. When Mark does come home, he is horrified by the radical changes Tom has made to the farm. The men have found very different ways of dealing with their grief.Belinda McKeon has written a novel full of wisdom and compassion. Her understanding of relationships is immense and her depiction of grief, in it¿s many forms, is sensitively depicted here. This is a quiet story which delivers a very emotional punch and I believe we will be hearing a lot more from Belinda McKeon.This book was made available to me, prior to publication, for an honest review.