3.5★
“Most of the time he spent inside followed the awful things he did. But when he came out, he was always better. Alice had decided his shed held a transformational kind of magic, as if within its walls was an enchanted mirror, or a spinning wheel.
. . .
She’d read about alchemy in her library books; she knew the tale of Rumpelstiltskin. Her father’s shed was where he spun straw into gold.”
Stunning cover and an unbeatable opening sentence, which has been widely quoted (but that won’t stop me from sharing it again. It’s terrific, especially for a debut novel).
”In the weatherboard house at the end of the lane, nine-year-old Alice Hart sat at her desk by the window and dreamed of ways to set her father on fire.”
She means literally, not metaphorically, because he already managed to flare up unexpectedly at Alice and her mother without provocation. She would have been happy to set him alight. Her mother, used to his temper and abuse, always made excuses about what she should have done differently not to upset him. The author understands the situation very well and has said it comes from her own abusive background. I feel for her and for Alice.
Alice’s mother has been cut off from all family, her own and her husband’s (also typical of an abusive relationship), and Alice is a lonely child with poorly patched clothes and no friends except for Oggi, the Hungarian boy at school who is bullied as much as she is.
He shows her one of the first circle tricks, and it’s one that appears in later instances in other formats in the book. Both her mother and Oggi’s are keen gardeners, which I think seems to be true of many people seeking refuge in the natural world from their own which has become unnatural. At Oggi’s house, he gathered rose petals and scattered them in a circle and sat down inside it.
“‘After my dad died I did this to make myself feel better.’ Oggi wrapped his arms around his knees. ‘I told myself, anything inside the circle is safe from sadness. I’d make the circle as big or as little as I’d like. Once when Mum wouldn’t stop crying I made a circle around the whole house. Except I had to use all of the petals on her roses to do that, and she didn’t react the way I thought she would.’”
I’m sure his mum was not as impressed as Alice was. But Alice understands flowers, having learned something of the language of flowers from her mother, and each chapter is introduced with the name of an Australian native flower and its description.
Author Holly Ringland invented the language for this book, but we know Ophelia from Shakespeare’s Hamlet where she gives flowers, saying, "There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance.” Sprigs of rosemary are used in Australia for remembrance on Anzac Day. Everyone wears a sprig of real rosemary the way people wear poppies (usually paper, I think) on Memorial (Poppy) Day.
And many people say certain numbers of certain colours of roses signify certain sentiments. I think it’s a lovely concept and an interesting idea for introducing each chapter with a hint as to the meaning coming up.
As for the story itself, after a family tragedy, we follow Alice through a few metamorphoses as she finds new homes and tribes, so to speak. We meet a grandmother, who lives on a rural property and runs a big flower enterprise where she looks after other “lost” women of various ages, many of whom have suffered abuse. Grandmother June shares no information with Alice but remembers (for us) her own mother and grandmother and the men who were a problem.
Men mostly get pretty short shrift in this book, while women are the backbone. Although even some of them can’t be trusted, and we’re too often told they have secrets. I found far too much curling up into a weeping ball, not only by Alice but also by other women contemplating their own losses.
And there were countless cups of tea or favourite foods or hearty meals and what seemed to be almost instant deep friendships. This is not to mention Alice being sucked into the magic of an unwise romance when she moves to the desert. She thinks she’s finally found a place to stop
“After weeks in the desert, there was something about feeling small, unfamiliar and out of place that Alice enjoyed. It was as if she could, at any moment, recreate herself entirely, and no one would notice. She could be whomever she chose.”
She’s really running around in circles. This is a story of circles. Family circles that are broken, new ones that are established, stretched, reformed, circles of stars encompassing feelings too big to express, circles of petals formed as places of safety, and a giant circle of Sturt’s Desert Peas in a desert crater as a bright red Heart Garden.
it sounds beautiful. Many descriptions are beautiful. I felt there were too many characters, too many stories competing for attention, and too much misery and tears. And too many secrets that didn’t need to be kept, leading to a rather abrupt ending.
I think this author will find a big fan base – she’s got a lot of talent, so I’ll be keeping an eye out for her next book.
Thanks to NetGalley and HarperCollins Publishers Australia for the preview copy from which I’ve quoted.