Monday, 12 September 2016

Golden Hill by Francis Spufford



The setting of this tale is fascinating, we think we know New York, but going back this far in the city's history is rare. For most the colonial history of what became the USA is overlooked – history began again with the War of Independence, yet here we have stepped back beyond that dividing line. It is a city (or rarely a town) that celebrates the King's Birthday and Bonfire Night – a little bit of England beyond the sea.

And into this carefully crafted setting Spufford provides a rich and well balanced cast of characters. As part of the twists of the plot we do not get to know the central character Smith completely, and perhaps because of this Spufford avoids becoming drawn exclusively to Smith and gives the other characters real weight as well.

The story is full of incident, a certain about of it humorous bordering on farce and yet somehow never ridiculous – you brought into it all. This allowed Spufford to side step the trap that many historical novels fall into, becoming so wrapped up in historical details that they become a lecture rather than a novel.

Running through the novel is the question “who is Smith?” - a question he asks himself as often as those around him. I will not reveal the answer, but I think the answer when you get to it still feels partial or provisional – what happens next after the narrative's end probably will be the true test of Smith – and we are left to wonder, left to weave, that answer for ourselves.

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