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Man Who Rained
By Ali Shaw
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| Publisher: |
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| Atlantic Books |
| Publication Date: |
| 01-Jan-2012 |
| ISBN: |
| 9780857890320 |
Observer review
the observer Sun 30 December 2012
This is the story of 29-year-old Elsa Beletti, who leaves New York following her rejection of a marriage proposal and the death of her storm-chasing father. Elsa is bound for Thunderstown, a remote mountain village. Here she hopes to "rebuild herself".
But folks in Thunderstown are odd. And none more so than Finn Munro, who has been banished to a bothy because he "was not born to live among people". When she meets him, Elsa has the impression "that his body was more like that of a sea lion" Finn is entirely glabrous. And yet Elsa is powerfully charmed. Finn is half man and half weather, he cannot bleed, he has a storm inside him, he is a spirit of clouds, thunder and lightening. Elsa falls in love.
The most compelling thing about this book, though, is not the mere plot but Shaw's striking facility with the language. Such a clack and wheeze of impoverished (and impoverishing) cliche is published each year that whenever I'm sent a book by someone who is actually interested in and capable of original writing, I feel a disproportionate urge to praise them. And this novel is full of fine cadences, vivid images and inventive phrases. Two examples: one of the best rendered characters, Daniel Fossiter, feels "removed from God trapped from him as though under rubble"; meanwhile, after her father's funeral, Elsa had "felt like she was a vase full of hairline fractures, straining to contain water".
There are technical issues Elsa's American voice isn't note perfect and Finn is rather nebulous. (OK, he's part cloud! But even so) The book also struggles here and there with the problem peculiar to good writers who deal in fable and literary realism: that the two modes of writing can undermine one another, so we end up not quite believing in either the fairytale or the characters.
But overall, this is such an imaginative novel, written with such attention to words, and such a sense of wonder, that those who savour such skills will find themselves thoroughly transported. I have not read anything like it for a long while.
Guardian review
the guardian Fri 10 February 2012
Ali Shaw's first novel, the Costa-shortlisted The Girl with Glass Feet, was set in a magical icy northern archipelago, and featured a pair of doomed lovers one of whom was slowly turning into glass. Though it drew heavily on Hans Christian Andersen, the novel's timeless setting and lyrical descriptions made it a delight.
Shaw hasn't broken any new ground with his second book, a fable about a man who is an incarnation of the weather, and it lacks the assuredness of his debut, as well as a cohesive structure and consistent editing.
The snowbound terrain of The Girl with Glass Feet is exchanged here for humidity and sullen heat, as the heroine, Elsa Beletti, leaves New York on a whim for the fictional settlement of Thunderstown, which is near America but not of it, a place she has only glimpsed once before from a plane. Twenty-nine-year-old Elsa is in flux her beloved but estranged father recently died in a tornado. Thunderstown is broken, backward, overshadowed by mountains, dominated by a hulking cathedral, with a population riven by religious fundamentalism and ancient superstition. Elsa immediately encounters two very different men: Daniel Fossiter, a taciturn loner, the town's official animal-culler, who in her presence breaks the neck of an unearthly-looking dog; and Finn Munro, a hermit-like hairless giant living in a mountain bothy Elsa alone witnesses his tentative transformation into a cloud.
As in his previous novel, Shaw assembles a cast of characters with troubled pasts and subtle links to each other. Daniel, the best-drawn of these, is a gruff, God-fearing frontiersman. When younger he fell passionately for a woman named Betty, who craved a baby so badly that she contrived a supernatural pregnancy; Daniel assisted at the birth. "The head came first, covered in a caul of mist. He readied his hands for the body. It followed quickly so small and so cold, cottoned in cloud and sparkling like hoarfrost. His fingers tacked to it as if to an ice block. It let out a noise like wind wailing across wastelands." This is Finn, the archetypal changeling of folklore, whom the headstrong Elsa will love, and now an exiled introvert who makes origami paper birds in his mountain retreat high above Thunderstown. The town's inhabitants fear the bodily representation of Old Man Thunder, and the peculiar elemental creatures which emerge from Finn's domain: bodies containing no blood, only water and air.
Betty had left when the teenage Finn's unpredictable weather aspects began to display a dangerously unstable quality. Intrepid Elsa, propelled by her father's mantra that "lightning doesn't strike the earth and the storm make a connection", demonstrates more pluck.
The unevenness of this book is perplexing. The dialogue can border on the earnestly banal, and while the world of The Girl with Glass Feet was beautifully realised, Shaw doesn't convey any real sense of Thunderstown it is simply a place of oppressive heat and alarming clouds. A tendency to overwhelm with simile and repeatedly start sentences with adverbs makes for a discordant reading experience. And yet some passages are breathtaking, particularly the precise, unsentimental details of a goat's dismemberment and an account of a violent attack Shaw knows how to balance beauty and terror. With less naive enthusiasm his talent for storytelling should produce a third book as poised and lucid as his first.






