The Pesthouse by Jim Crace
Lest the moral of the story get you down (or alienate the lucrative American market) there's a love story to divert the attention.
| 11 Apr 2007
Book title:
The Pesthouse
Author:
Jim Crace
If details of what brought a superpower to its knees sound sketchy, the ideology that hums beneath the surface of the novel is all too clear; America is committing suicide, it just doesn't know it yet. Blame big business, blame Bush. But unless the country changes its ways, Crace is saying, the United States will get a taste of the dark ages.
Lest the moral of the story get you down (or alienate the lucrative American market) there's a love story to divert the attention. As our hero Franklin journeys forth, he encounters Margaret, amongst the cadavers, quarantined in the pesthouse, her head shaved and eyelashes plucked out to combat the plague. Romance and adventure entwine, as the two cling together for 250 pages until a happy ending implausibly kicks in.
As a writer Crace deserves attention. His prose is simple but lyrical, with flashes of tenderness and incandescence. But this is not his best novel. It is less than Crace has proved himself capable of.
Out Now. Published by Picador. Cover Price £16.99 hardback.