Interpretations Of Love is the first novel by British author Jane Campbell. Some fifty years ago, back when he was just twenty years old and deeply ensconced in his studies, Malcolm Miller assured his dying sister that he had delivered, as promised, the letter she’d written to the father of her four-year-old daughter, Agnes. He hadn’t. And in the aftermath of their shocking deaths by car accident, Sophy’s and her husband, Kurt’s, things were such a muddle, he rationalised to himself, he never delivered that letter to Dr Joseph Bradshaw.
But now, the former Old Testament Studies Professor at Pembroke will be attending a wedding celebration in Gloucester at Lippington House, the home of Agnes’s ex-husband, Richard Stacey. Her daughter, Elfie is marrying her Newfoundland fiancé, Theo, and Joe Bradshaw will be there. Having chatted to him six months earlier, he decides Joe would make a potentially devoted father; he will give Agnes her mother’s letter when he sees the chance.
All this he relates from his Oxford Care Facility where “I can still form a sentence, still find a verb, still nail down the iridescent adjective which will transform a squalid mud puddle into gold.” He reflects on his older sister: “Sophy had an extraordinary capacity to see wonder and goodness in people that I regarded as rather ordinary… It was never her intellect I envied, dry, mechanical thing that now seemed, but her gift for joy. For deep joy.” And while he sat back, in “the safe place in life. The raconteur, the observer. I have always claimed the role for myself. Whereas Sophy lived her life; every moment.”
When Joe first met Agnes, as a therapy patient, it was because she had left Richard, whom Joe quickly decided was a charming psychopath, but they soon broached the subject of her mother’s death when she was just four. He felt a connection with her, because he had lost his own mother early, and Agnes reminded him of her. He hasn’t seen her since her therapy ended, and much has happened in his life since then (affair, divorce, marriage), but is really looking forward to seeing her again, this time in a non-professional setting.
Agnes is a little apprehensive going back to the beautiful house and garden that felt like a prison, a place where she never feels quite safe. She’s “unhusbanded, impoverished, a reputedly clever but only moderately successful academic, emotionally compromised, as it happens, by my love affair with the photographer of the occasion”, and has decided her affair with Freddie, the photographer is over, but isn’t going to dwell on her situation: it’s Elfie’s day. But just when she’s feeling supremely contented with her life, complete, her uncle Malcolm hands her a letter…
Campbell employs three narrators: Malcolm, Joseph and Agnes, each of them obviously relating events from their own perspective, which gives them insight into the travails of others, if not their own. There’s a truly tangled web of relationships amongst the main players, but she does give them some wise words and insightful observations: “we cannot, or should not, carry guilt around with us forever. It is not fair on anyone else. We must repent, make amends if we can” and “Fear of doing the wrong thing. Paralyses all of us . . .” is the comment that Malcolm’s inaction draws, while generally: “It is really true what philosophy tells us, that life must be understood backwards. But with this, one forgets the second proposition, that it must be lived forwards.” A thought-provoking read.
This unbiased review is from an uncorrected proof copy provided by NetGalley and Grove Atlantic.