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Smoking Poppy by Graham Joyce
pub: Gollancz. 279 page enlarged paperback. Price:
£ 6.99 (UK). ISBN: 0-575-07304-7
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The
premise of this book is quite simple. The narrator Danny receives
word that his precious daughter, his most beloved child, is being
held in a prison in Thailand for drug smuggling offences.
Already in a terrible state as a result of his recent split from
his wife, this news seems to trigger an instant downwards spiral
for the character as Danny commits to travelling to Thailand in
order to find out what exactly has happened to his progeny.
Despite
these easy beginnings, the book turns out to be a wonder of narrative
complexity and contains some of the finest uses of language that
I have had the privilege to read in the last few years.
Graham Joyce may be known to some of you for his
earlier works such as ‘The Tooth Fairy’ and ‘Dark Sister’ which
are books of a fantastical persuasion. More recently though Joyce
has been writing novels which can't be pinned down so easily such
as ‘The Stormwatcher’. ‘Smoking Poppy’ continues this refreshing
trend as Joyce shows he has no intention of allowing his audience
to dictate the content of his novels.
Although the blurb on the back of the book does
hint elusively at the presence of 'spirits', please do not expect
a doorway into Narnia to appear at the top of the mountain, as it
most assuredly does not.
The book begins by placing us in the familiar
environment of south-east England but the action is quickly moved
from here to the city of Chiang Mai in Thailand. Here, Joyce imbues
the setting with a wonderful sense of 'otherness' - full of alien
beauty.
This sense of venturing into the unknown is far
more accomplished and involving than most other authors have achieved.
It reads like Conrad's ‘Heart Of Darkness’ should have done, mysterious
yet intrinsically human.
We are eased into the setting, as Chiang Mai is
full of western influences and comforts. It is Joyce's masterstroke
that he provides us with these things to cling to before ripping
them away and leaving us deeply embedded in a very frightening and
lonely place, far from 'civilisation'.
The characters are extremely well drawn, which
is essential in what is a principally a character driven work. Despite
this, Joyce does not make it an easy thing to like them. They are
real with all the flaws and contradictions that a real person has.
The narrator Danny, in particular, is wonderful
as he spaces moments of humorous insight with glimpses of a terribly
flawed logic, which reveal to us the fractured nature of this poor
soul's psyche.
His companion, Mick, who could easily have just
been an excuse for a bit of comic relief, is wonderfully bigoted
in a passive way. We are soon treated to a scene in which he sits
and shares a cigarette with a Buddhist monk countering our first
impressions of him.
The Thai characters carry all of the flavour of
their country with them but are never treated as being inferior
or less cultured than the westerners. Indeed the jungle people in
particular have a way of life that often appears to be far more
sensible than ours.
Joyce revels in the rough edges and the undefined
borders and, in many ways, the jungle seems to be a metaphor for
this, a limitless place where the sky can't be seen and the possibilities
are endless.
Even if your tastes do not generally include the
more 'mainstream' branches of fiction, I would advise anyone who
has ever been lost in a book or lost in themselves, to immediately
pick up a copy of this novel.
I guaranty the spirits Joyce conjures will haunt
you for a long time to come.
Paul Skevington
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