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by Matt Brown (310512) Rating (8/10) Review
by Matt Brown Seven
characters in seven days. It's a fun premise, and alongside fond
memories of Faulks' Birdsong, and the fact I hadn't read
any non-fantasy fiction in a while, it's the main reason A
Week in December caught my eye. Another strong point is Gabriel Northwood, a young lawyer struggling to find work and spending too much time dwelling on the lost love of his life. One of his few cases finds his path crossing with Jenny Fortune, a Tube driver who is increasingly substituting her dull and luckless real life for an addiction to online gaming. The inevitable connection between the melancholic Gabriel and the closed-off but vulnerable Jenny is somewhat predictable but nevertheless sweetly enjoyable. A side effect of this seven-by-seven approach however, is that it really is only as good as the sum of its parts, and each section needs to stand up on its own for the novel to hang together properly. Unfortunately A Week in December falls someway short of this goal, and every finely written and interesting character seems to be balanced by a clumsily written and boring counterweight.
His real purpose though is clearly to display how much research Faulks put into the complicated world of financial trading, and I grew to dread his sections and the seemingly endless explanation of what exactly a hedge fund manager is and why we should hate their ilk. Veals is purposefully written to be both dull and unlikeable, but his narrative lacks any kind of petard-hoist to actually make this avaricious wretch bearable. Another character who quickly becomes a narrative blight is bitter hack reviewer R Tranter. A failed novelist, Tranter has taken to compensating by penning scathing reviews in an attempt to crush the spirit of authors with better luck. There is little to recommend the spiteful and mean-spirited little man, though unlike Veals he does at least undergo some form of character progression. He unfortunately also happens to be a straw-man of the highest order, which speaks rather poorly of Faulks himself. Finishing off the seven group of seven, along with the good and the bad are the… meh. Polish footballer Tadeusz "Spike" Borowski seems to have been brought along only to shore up the numbers and does nothing of consequence, while John Veals' teenage son Finn exists mostly to assist a public service announcement about cannabis and the downward spiral of reality TV.
A number of minor plot threads meanwhile, such as Jenny's online
stalker and Gabriel's mentally disturbed brother, seem to fizzle
out - – presumably to make room for more financial babbling on
the part of John Veals.
A Week in December has much to recommend it, telling
its share of interesting tales and making many well-placed observations
on our modern lives. Regrettably every well-crafted character
and salient point has an ungainly and disappointing equivalent
that stops the novel from achieving more than a semblance to the
Dickensian pedigree it has been labelled with. Review
by Ben Scott This is why I picked up Faulks's first offering of a novel set in modern times with a sense of trepidation. The story spans one week and narrates the lives of seven characters. Where the beauty of this piece lies is the masterly interweaving of the different lives. Sometimes this is obvious but more often than not it has a subtlety that makes you think to yourself; “Is that who I think that is? Noooo, really?” The characters come from a variety of backgrounds including a lonely tube driver, a schoolboy hooked on skunk, an elderly acrid book reviewer and most affectingly of all a student led astray by Islam. We are allowed a sneak peek into different aspects of each of their lives throughout the week as it builds towards its climax. Our student, full of conflicting desires, walks towards the centre of London armed with a bomb, whilst a hedge fund manager is sitting on the trigger of a much larger one. It is a huge task undertaken by Faulks but one which he pulls off with aplomb. The fear is that with so much going on that characters would be under developed or that you would lose the thread of the action. However, you find yourself empathising with some of the characters and their hopes and fears mirror those of yours and mine. These are normal people and naturally you soon find yourself with a favourite, mine was Knocker and his fears over what to say when he met the Queen. We are also presented with the archetypal villain of our times in Veals, an insidious banker (best said with emphasis on the last two consonants) who is so far removed from morality as to be a true student of egoism. And if you do have a momentary lapse in your memory then there is a handy crib sheet towards the beginning in which most of them are invited to a dinner party. The action is easily followed as it is far from complex, however, some passages relating to Islam that Faulks uses takes some concentration. But that effort comes with a price as you often find the arguments put towards our misled student strangely rational, but with a conclusion that is far from that.
The book is not without its humour as well with biting satire
throughout which genuinely made me laugh out loud. Its satirical
moments do not detract from the over-arching story line though,
simply woven into the fabric of it. It is not humours for humours
sake, more humour because you've got to laugh along at the world
Faulks sees, and you inhabit. |
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