I was not planning on breaking my book buying ban (again...), but I ended up ordering a copy of Bee Lewis' Liminal, along with Eleanor Anstruther's fascinating A Perfect Explanation. The publisher of both novels, Salt Books, was asking for everyone to buy one book during the pandemic, as their business was suffering. I set out to just choose one, but could not decide which I would rather read, so both novels landed on my doorstep a week or so later.
I was immediately drawn to Liminal when I started to read its Gothic-sounding blurb. I very much enjoy reading deliberately unsettling books, and had not picked one up in quite some time. Liminal, therefore, sounded perfect. It focuses on Esther, a pregnant woman whose leg was amputated after a childhood accident, and her husband, Dan. The pair are travelling from their former home in Bristol to start a new life in the remote Scottish Highlands, restoring a former train station, which has been abandoned for decades.
We follow Esther 'as her marriage, life and body begin to dramatically change'. Due to her disability, she often feels isolated; this is exacerbated by the rough and uneven terrain around their new home, and its remote position. A deep snowfall, which arrives soon after the couple do, also makes movement more difficult to Esther. Early in the novel, she thinks back to her home in Bristol, uncertain about having left everything which she is so comfortable with behind: 'The city was her touchstone, its roads were rooted in her veins, its houses in her cells. Yet she'd agreed to leave her sanctuary, trading the strident city streets for the cool mountain air and yawning expanse. She'd heard her rational self trotting out the reasons why: new life, fresh start, fantastic opportunity, support for Dan. But she couldn't just ignore the small voice deep inside her that invaded her dreams and called her out for the coward she was.'
Lewis' beautiful prose highlights all that is bleak around Esther: 'The bone-numbing wind tried to breathe new life into the ancient landscape, but Spring was not yet ready to be roused and instead pulled a cloak of frost around her.' One of my favourite parts of the entire novel was the way in which the landscape is personified; it is a character in itself, and it lives and adapts throughout the novel. Lewis' writing is continuously dark, descriptive, and haunting, but never does it feel repetitive or overdone.
Even the elements of magical realism - 'Gothic fantasia', as they are termed in the novel's blurb - blend in seamlessly with the realistic. Esther awakes one morning, for instance, naked and outside, 'on a bed of bracken'. Lewis describes the experience, with striking imagery, as follows: 'The metal shaft of her right leg was cold against her skin... This was bad. She had to get back home, back to Dan, back to safety, but nothing looked familiar to her and a growing dread burrowed into her stomach. She ran her hands over her body, checking for injuries as she stood up, hunching her shoulders and stooping low to the ground, conscious of her nakedness. Her moth tasted of iron as the fear she felt fused with her blood. The trees loomed in towards her, closing ranks, surrounding her on every side.'
The span of Liminal, which takes place over a single week, works wonderfully. The atmosphere and pressure grow exponentially. We learn early on that something is not right within Esther and Dan's marriage, and that it has not been so for a long time. They are grieving both the death of a friend and a miscarriage, and Esther cannot quite believe that she has been given another chance to become a mother.
From the outset, Liminal felt like a novel which I would love. This feeling grew stronger as I continued to read it, and I quickly got to the stage where I could not bear to put it down. I sank into the writing; I was totally absorbed within it. For a debut novel, Liminal is nothing short of a masterpiece. There are so many elements here which soar. Lewis has such an understanding of Esther, and focuses on her strengths whilst also being continually aware of her limitations as a disabled woman. I am so looking forward to reading whatever Lewis publishes next, and am almost certain that whatever her main subject is, it will be handled with finesse and compassion.