suggested I could value add to my career by completing a MBA in London, anything to move onward and upward, I said 'If I have to study again, I would rather do something I really liked.' Finally after slowly suffocating in a desultory job, I thought, so why not? Why not actually enrol in a course, without spending the rest of my Life thinking that's what I would like to do?
Hence my weekly classes in the London Met. Now I can't wait for a Thursday, knowing at the end of a tube journey to a grotty station, getting lost in the walk to the classroom in the maze of the London Met, at the end of three hours, I will come away refreshed and happy. Having graduated and post graduated in technology and business respectively, the bliss of actually studying books and poetry is a luxury I can't appreciate enough!
One of the first novels we had to read was The Lighthouse by Alison Moore. Published by an unknown small publisher it made it to the Booker shortlist. It is Alison's first novel as well. I could see why it was chosen as a reading material. A slim volume, bordering on a novella, the language is simple and taut. It is literary fiction at its page turning best. You start the book knowing something awful is about to happen or has happened in the
protagonist Futh's life. When it does happen at the end of the book, you almost miss it. There is just a subtle hint and you have to re-read to understand the significance of a faint smell of camphor outside the door. The ending is left to your own imagination, some like me feel there is a death. Some say maybe not.
This is the story of an ordinary man's life told in fragments and smells. The lighthouse, signifying direction perhaps is a fixture in his life, a symbol of his childhood. I felt the symmetry of Futh and Ester's life a little overdone at times. Venus fly traps and lighthouse shaped perfumes are not very common and to have two characters have the same is a little too much. Also the fact that all four women are a little loose when it comes to morals!
But as a literary book, I really enjoyed it and while I don't know if it should have won the Booker, I have to confess I managed only ten pages of Bring up the bodies by Hilary Mantel! It was too tedious to say the least, and that’s not something one can say about the Lighthouse which has to be read in a couple of sittings appreciating the delicate language all the while. AThat is saying a lot!