Reappraisal: Haweswater By Sarah Hall Essay, Research Paper
Village of the dammedHaweswaterby Sarah Hall
256pp, FaberFirst feeling: here is a new author of show-stopping mastermind ; everyone should purchase this novel. Second feeling: ceaseless melancholy. No contradiction or unfavorable judgment intended & # 8211 ; there are many superb books that leave one face down, crying on the bed.Haweswater, set in the 1930s, describes the deliberate eviction of a community of Cumbrian renter hill-farmers, doing manner for a reservoir that will get down their ancient rural vale in order to succor modern urban thirst. From the minute the adult male from Manchester arrives in his flash auto down the hardly traveled route, it is clear there is nil to be done. Already, in some cool metropolitan council chamber, the semisynthetic flood has been rubber-stamped & # 8211 ; it is barbarous, inevitable, righteous, much like the Bible & # 8217 ; s archetypal flood.The rise of calamity in the book echoes the incremental rise of H2O, more powerful than one can conceive of. The apparently indestructible vale community disintegrates in months, its fabric rapidly and softly decomposing off as if already viciously submerged. This is th
e death of history: timelines rubbed out, the graveyard uprooted. A new mountain humps between its heather-coated sisters, its concrete face swarmed over by sickly hollow-bellied victims of economic depression. The army uses the emptying village as target practice. At the heart of the story is the Lightburn family. With accurate empathy and gorgeous language, Hall depicts the grim, biblical mother, who scares herself by cursing God in childbirth, and the softly stoic father, who has to grow so many hearts to hold his sorrows. Their two extraordinary children – a fiery, phoenix-like daughter and a watery, fish-like son – are both destined to share the valley’s fate and so redeem it: she is the root of the mountain, the explosive heat beneath its crust; he will swim where the eagles once cruised, at terrifying heights in flimsy air. There’s not a lot to tell you about the author, because she has not been around that long. Hall was born in Cumbria in 1974, studied creative writing at St Andrews and now lives in North Carolina. It is easier to predict her future: she will be back with more and better. For now, I stand by my original impressions. Go forth and buy; prepare to weep.