Why this book: I had heard Tim Ferriss strongly endorsing Neil Gaiman’s Graveyard Book. I was away from home unexpectedly without my current reading, so visited a book store and found this one. It looked interesting and not too long. So I thought I’d give Neil Gaiman a try.
Summary in 3 Sentences. The protagonist of The Ocean at the End of the Lane is a middle aged man who returns to the town of his youth, and lapses into memories from his childhood. The book is written from his perspective as a lonely introverted 7 year old living on a farm in England, when without much warning, reality seems to bend and warp and things start happening that don’t fit the reality that you and I live in. Reality and fantasy get shuffled and our protagonist comes face-to-face with supernatural versions of good and evil, must decide, react and respond, and grow.
My Impressions: I really didn’t know what I’d gotten myself into as I started this book but soon realized it would fit into the genre of “magical realism.” The story takes place in about the 1970s or 80s in rural England, and begins with a middle aged man visiting the small town of his youth to attend a funeral – we don’t know whose – and takes a break from the various events to go sit at a spot where he’d had unresolved childhood memories. Then the book becomes the first person account of a bizarre set of occurrences from the perspective of this man as a seven year old boy.
A stranger comes to stay with his family and is found dead in his car, an apparent suicide from carbon monoxide – with a hose leading into the car with closed windows. Near the scene of the suicide, with the police and other adults sorting things out, our young protagonist joins his neighbor, a girl of 13, who is confident and commanding, so he follows her as she invites him to walk out into some nearby fields. Then things get strange, and the reader begins to realize that “we are not in Kansas anymore” as the sky turns a different color, and supernatural beings converse with the girl, and she converses with them, quite comfortably and confidently. She tells the boy to NOT let go of her hand, and when he inadvertently does, he feels a sharp pain in his foot, which has significance and opens the door to the rest of the story.
Soon our young protagonist returns home to seeming normality but the strange occurrences in that field continue to enter the boy’s world in the form of a woman who he senses is not what she claims to be, and his intuition is correct, as he see her disrupting his family’s life. And the 13 year old girl is not what she seems to be either, nor are her mother and grandmother. But they are clearly “good guys” in this battle between good and evil spirits. But, it seems in this book, nothing is quite what it seems. The story culminates with an other-worldly confrontation between good and evil spirits on this and some other dimension of reality, where different rules seem to apply.
And then, we return to our middle aged man visiting his town, remembering this strange incident – but there are some things left over from that strange story when he meets again some of the players in that rather bizarre drama from his youth.
An interesting, and unusual book – a cross between a fairy tale and science fiction. Not a genre I’m at home with. I would read it again, but with someone else, with whom I could discuss metaphors and symbols, what the author may be trying to get at. A group of creative people could read this book – it is short, about 180 pages – then get together, drink several glasses of wine, and have a rollicking good time figuring it out.
After I learned that she’d recently read this book, I asked my friend Shari Walls to read my review of it and let me know what she thought. She sent me the following email which I thought was rich with insight:I will be honest, I found it a bit surprising that someone convinced you to read Ocean At The End of The Lane…. I resisted it myself for a while when it was circulating around all the Pathfinder Ranch instructors, but I eventually allowed curiosity to prevail and followed the notion that I’ll try [just about] anything once…
I think that the book was a the edge of my tolerance for magical realism, but that the theme of Good v. Evil that you mentioned in your book blog was strong enough to keep me reading. Additionally, I thought that the author provided a unique story to question the forgetfulness of adulthood (almost like J.M. Barrie did with the Peter Pan stories). Children often possess a keen intuition for things that are difficult to articulate in tangible and cohearent words, and though Gaiman’s story is very fantastical, I think he was able to provide commentary on how adults can be distracted away from profound ideas that a child inherently grasps simply because the responsibilities of adulthood take precedence over contemplation and imagination.
We often marvel at a child’s disregard for their own safety and proclaim them fearless and I personally don’t find that to be accurate. Instead, I think that during childhood, humans are much more concerned about ideals than they are about practicalities, but kids rarely have the ability to communicate it in that way. Ask a kid why they climbed a 40 foot tree without any fall protection and you’ll likely get a standard answer along the lines of “because I could” or “I wanted to see the neighborhood from that high” or “for fun”. But, what they are really telling you is that their desire to challenge their abilities, to seek out new experiences, to grasp a sense of self was much more valued than their physical safety; that the thrill of exploration held more sway than the fear of falling. And I think that those differences of perspective is what Neil Gaiman was urging his readers to consider. I think by having the story told as a recollection of memories that fade in and out of clarity is a great illustration of those differences between childhood and adulthood. What other pivotal pieces of knowledge have faded from us as we’ve grown older?
Anyway, those are jumbled thoughts on that book…
Shari Walls
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