A welcome change, perhaps, in your fiction reading – how many 2020s authors know how ferrets work when they're tasked with killing off rabbits for the gamekeeper of the title? I am sure some of this could have been written recently – Magnus Mills might nail the bureaucracy that is entailed when our man gets some repairs to his house done by those higher up the Lord's chain of command – but this has the authenticity of a real vintage outdoorsman's life, with the muck really getting under the reader's fingernails. Still, for all the veracity in how breeding pheasants works, is there a workable plot and enjoyment through that?
Well, yes and no. The book bizarrely manages to be both bitty and flowing – with the narrative of the calendar year, and the growth of the next hunting season's targets, to the fore yet illustrated by incident, flashback, or a more authorial interjection telling us what long-netting rabbits entails, or any other kind of nature note. These are all to be taken, I think, as snapshots, still images that slowly build up an animation, but one with a very low frame rate. And with the countless mentions of animals being trapped, shot, put down (by shovel or just slammed on to the floor) and so on, a lot of the snapshots are unsavoury and/or feel a little too irrelevant for our path to the grandstand scenes on hunt days. That said, him walking around the outside of the Big House and seemingly knowing all the rooms inside he'd never been in, felt the most out of place.
Still, what this all does is show how there is a permanent disconnect between the man of the earth, the groundsman and gamekeeper and gardener, and the person who owns the earth – his Lordship barely lives in the grounds concerned, and anyway has more than one chunk of Derbyshire to use in the hunting season. That's the point and theme of the book, if you want to know why all this gory detail is provided to us, but even without that I still found something to admire here. Yes, it could have been shorter, less het-up on showing us all the soapy bits of our man's days, but while it looks at themes of the hard-done-to humble rural labourer, and what kind of change their next of kin will see a generation along, I felt this all covered its research and nature knowledge extremely lightly.
So lightly that I was just left wondering how the heck the gamekeeper, who had started out in the steel industry before craving the outdoors life more, got taught everything he did here. Without seeing how he'd got his immense bank of knowledge, I was left seeing it as the author's expertise rather than the character's a little too much. But said expertise doesn't half make for a distinctive and different read.