Thursday, November 19, 2015

Comfort Reading

When the news is full of terrible stories - like this week - I'll often put aside what I'm reading or listening to and go straight into my comfort reading mode which always chills me out. Typical comfort reading authors for me are Douglas Adams or PG Wodehouse or Jane Austen or Evelyn Waugh. But when times are really bad I always end up reaching for the Patrick O'Brian. He's the one novelist that I admire whose series actually grew stronger as the books advanced. After a brilliant opening novel Master and Commander (which someday should really be made into a film)* there was to my mind a slight dip in quality until the excellent The Far Side of the World and the extraordinary Reverse of the Medal where Captain Aubrey gets convicted of rigging the stock exchange and is then struck off the navy list. The next five books in the series are as good as anything in modern literature. In particular I loved The Thirteen Gun Salute where almost nothing happens at all and the principal villain of the entire fleuve is actually killed off-screen as an aside. Take that Cormac McCarthy.** The Thirteen Gun Salute's metaphoric and emotional heart is a sedate walk up a series of steps to a ruined Buddhist temple in a Malayan jungle. This doesn't sound so awesome, but trust me, somehow, it is. The sequel to Salute is the sublime Nutmeg of Consolation where, again, almost nothing happens but for a deep exploration of the main characters' mind and character. Wonderful stuff. The final book in this quintet is The Wine Dark Sea where HMS Surprise sails over the boundless Pacific for page after trance inducing page, while Stephen Maturin observes sea birds and looks after the declining mental, physical and spiritual health of his crew. The Wine Dark Sea flirts with genius in nearly every chapter and attains the kind of brilliant lyrical intensity you don't normally associate with historical novels or sea stories.
O'Brian wrote four more books after The Wine Dark Sea and they, alas, are not quite up to the same standard as the previous septet, but, Patrick O'Brian, at least for me, is the exception that proves the rule of the serial novel. Perhaps I should say that I enjoy listening to the books even more than reading them. My preferred narrator is Patrick Tull.
*Peter Weir's film Master and Commander employs almost none of the plot from Patrick O'Brian's novel of the same name which is a shame because it's one of O'Brian's most psychologically rich and interesting. The dynamic emotional triangle between Aubrey, Maturin and James Dillon was never bettered in the series.
**I'm referring to McCarthy's off screen hero killing bit in No Country For Old Men