There’s a lot I love about this book. Start with the form, chapters are short, and run chronologically, from childhood to present day. All named after scents that feature and might be a favourite of a mother, a boyfriend, a grandad. The concept of the scent is what Stripe presents to you in the writing. Its container. You are drawn into a distillation of memory, can imagine the writer sitting and conjuring up the most precious and painful moments and blending them on the page. It’s really, really brilliant.
Now the content, I love working class representation in writing but often I don’t really enjoy it. It grates, it makes me cringe or it worse still tries to teach us a bloody lesson. There is nothing in Base Notes that beats the reader around the head with whippets and dole queues. It is unflinchingly honest in a way that perhaps only a working class reader will recognise? It is a mirror where we have become so used to writing being a window. Genuinely I had to stop for a moment many, many times reading this. Like do I actually know this woman, because I am reading parts of my own life in these pages. That is actual working class representation done flawlessly. Heartbreak and hardship without ‘poor me’, a radical message without soapboxing, a naturally evolving, narrative arc that is inspirational but not sickly sweet. This is beautifully crafted and compelling writing that is also enjoyable.
I need to speak about the perspective. Second person is rare. I’ve read maybe 2 other books that use it and it can jar and be difficult to move into that space you need to occupy as you read. Stripe uses YOU throughout only deviating in her dialogue. I feel that there is something inherently comfortable about this voice and this perspective together and it has to do with reading from a certain state of mind. The kind that is used to adopting others’ rules, being forced to fit into an ideology or narrative that does not match one’s own. I think of it as deeply working class, I hear it in my grandmothers dialect when she would tell a silly story, it is in children’s games of pretend, ‘now you be the teacher’. It is a form of control from one who is used to little. I don’t know that I’ve explained that well but it was an arresting yet fluid form to have used for memoir.
Breathtaking book!