You need to either care very much or not at all to kill a fellow living creature.
Lacrimae rerum.
This is a novel about sorrow. Specifically about the sorrow of one particular family, the Tyes of Dowlands in Northumberland, told across three generations. Henrietta "Hetta" Tye starts us off by describing her brother Will's accident (he falls from King's Chapel in Cambridge), which renders him paralysed and mute, only able to communicate through blinking. Then her grandmother Betsy Tye follows, explaining how Will's uncle Nathaniel "Nat" Tye died attempting to climb the very same building many years before Will was even born. Betsy's daughter Christabel "Bell" Tye completes the trio, adding clarity to Will and Nat, as she had special bonds with both of them.
The main characters of the novel, however, are Will (from Wilfred, named for his grandfather Wilfred "Fred" Tye, a man of clear convinctions and wide erudition who inspired and pushed both Nat and Will to go to his alma mater, Cambridge) and Cecilia "Cele" Tye, his cousin. The two are lovers, much like Betsy and the original Wilfred were. When Will finds himself suffering from Locked-in Syndrome following his accident, it is to Cele that he turns for help in ending his life. We never hear either Will or Cele's voices, however, and we are told their story from the perspectives of Hetta, Betsy and Bell, making it a little disjoined at times. I personally found their relationship a little implausible, and while Will's character shined bright, Cele's was sometimes quite muted and washed-out.
One character that I truly liked was the Tye matriarch, Betsy. The story of her love and loyalty for her cousin Fred during WW2 was honestly beautiful, honestly inspiring. Her loyalty to Will and Cele later in the novel, when she takes on the blame of having helped Will die, was so moving it made me cry.
The novel somehow manages to take a lot of very heavy themes (mercy killing and/or assisted suicide, cousin incest, underage sex, WW2 & the Holocaust) and work with them without melodrama, with a clarity and an elegance that do Vickers credit. You never necessarily feel that this is an unbearably sad novel; the way it deals with sorrow is matter-of-fact, a very British well, what can you do. That being said, sometimes the characters or their reactions seem a little implausible. Harvey, Will's "evil" friend (who everyone in the family seemed to dislike instinctually) was a superficial character with ridiculous motivations; he might as well have been a Disney villain. Colin, the much older man who seduces a teenage Cele, is worse; why did he do the things that he did, besides creating a convenient plot device? We never find out. Meanwhile Bell, apparently the love child of Aphrodite and Bacchus, and the quite-frankly-dull Hetta, lack actual depth, despite their narrative voices. Same with Cele, who seems at best a strange wreck of a person whose actions are sometimes just odd; why Colin, for example? Why get married? It never makes much sense. The only characters that are truly well-written are Betsy, her husband Fred, and Will.
That being said, I quite enjoyed the novel. It will always be connected in my mind with autumn in London, because as I was reading it Halloween and Bonfire night came and went, and the city got surprisingly full of colour from the changing leaves. I was reading the last few pages today on a bus while outside it rained mercilessly over the sycamores that line some of the roads nearby. It seemed only fitting.