4 Stars
This novel is set during the build up to the 1951 Festival of Britain, a national exhibition intended to boost post-war morale and celebrate British achievements in science, arts, and design. Harry Flynn, the protagonist, is a former war reporter and survivor of a Japanese prisoner-of-war camp where he was forced to work on the Burma Railway. Struggling with adapting to normal life, he ends up working with a group of people in the planning department. Then Harry finds himself a prime suspect when a French woman disappears after being on a date with him.
It becomes clear quite quickly that many of the people Harry works with and encounters are members of MI5, the United Kingdom's domestic counter-intelligence and security agency, and MI6, Britain’s Secret Service which collects foreign intelligence and conducts covert operations. No one is what s/he seems; everyone has secrets.
The novel begins slowly; it seems aimless at the beginning. Then, with the introduction of the mystery, the plot becomes quite convoluted. Everyone is connected somehow and it is sometimes difficult to remember who is who and how they know each other. The mystery also relies on a lot of coincidences.
Harry suffers from PTSD. He tries to get on with his life “by treating the past as if it barely existed,” but memories are often triggered by everyday occurrences. There’s a time when “he simply couldn’t be bothered with the tiresome business of being alive.” He describes himself in heart-breaking ways: “He wasn’t whole, he would never be whole” and he feels himself “a figure of straw, insubstantial and unenduring.”
It is comforting that Harry does find a new purpose via thirteen-year-old Veronica. The story is really about the power of love and connection, both of which he finds unexpectedly but help heal him. He can perhaps leave behind the “ball and chain of history” and focus on “Pastures new, rather than the old memory lane.”
Despite references to the horrors of war, there are humourous moments, often involving the Boy whose lack of education leads to, for example, his thinking a man named Denholm was once a king named Lear, not realizing Denholm was an actor. There is also banter among the members of the department.
I always look forward to a Kate Atkinson novel and this one, like her others, does not disappoint.






