A philosophical question ambled through my brain as I worked my way through The Chinese Garden (the book, not an actual...) - why do we read?
Not as in the actual skill, that's just one of life's essentials to help you get through the day.
No, why do we read books? Enjoyment? Fulfilment? Enrichment? Knowledge?
I ask because halfway through this surprisingly short book I was genuinely wondering why I was still turning the pages.
Partly it was because Rosemary Manning is one of my all-time favourite authors. Her Dragon series of books (starting with Green Smoke) made my early years on this planet enjoyable. So I felt a sense of loyalty to her writing.
Then there was the fact, that having read a few paragraphs of the Afterword, I had learnt how important a book this was.
The Chinese Garden is one of the cornerstones of Lesbian Literature.
Granted not a genre, as an ageing straight man, I'm overly familiar with, but one I learnt a lot about both while reading this book and the notes after.
In many ways, I think it would have been better if I'd read the Afterword first.
For a start, it would have helped to understand many of the references, because without a working knowledge of Samual Taylor Coleridge's best known works - and The Classics (Manning was a Classics scholar, as is the central character Rachel) - you will probably struggle.
The Biblical references and imagery are a bit easier to grasp, and the book makes slightly more sense once you've managed to place it historically (again, knowledge is required - if you don't know about The Well of Loneliness, the obscenity trial, and when it all took place you've no chance).
But the biggest - actually, only, really - problem is the switching between first and third person narratives.
Chapter to chapter is fine, and can work very effectively, but within chapters, paragraph to paragraph, it can really throw the unwary reader, leading one to ponder if it's an editing or rewriting error.
Reading the notes, it turns out to be another classic literary device Manning lifted - so again, if you didn't know that....
But cutting through all the smoke and mirrors of great literature - which this book undoubtedly is - The Chinese Garden is a fantastic book. Both historically and culturally, but also as a story.
Semi-autobiographical, it tells of a young girl (Rachel) in the final years at an austere boarding school run by Chief.
Rachel is intelligent but naïve, and so a lot of what she sees she doesn't understand - even if we do.
It's about sexual awakenings, society, being gay at a time when it was far from acceptable, and is looked at both in the moment and with the benefit of hindsight as Rachel reflects back on her years at the school.
It's quite impressive how, not knowing what to expect going in, this book still managed to not be what I was expecting.
But wrapped up in the high-thinking, big references, and classic literary tropes is a compelling tale of a young woman growing up, learning who she is - but also, more importantly, what the world is and where she may or may not fit in to it.