Two journalists are kidnapped and tortured in Iraq. Gavin considers himself responsible for Bertrand's death. Gavin makes an epic journey in search some kind of absolution from Bertrand's family while reliving the Hell of his captivity.
Heading home for the summer, archaeology student Kat abandons her companions on the platform of her local station, and returns to the train to be with a mysterious drunk (Gavin) who had occupied the seat across the aisle. Gavin is a journalist recently returned from Iraq where he was held hostage. He believes he was responsible for the beheading of his accompanying photographer, Bertrand and has been asked by Bertrand's brother, GK, via email to collect `Bertrand's parcel' from a tattoo parlour in Cornwall. Kat borrows a friend's van and together they meander around the SW coast. As soon as their relationship is consummated, Gavin abandons her. Kat waits at the local library for Gavin, hoping he will come to use the internet. There she meets Aggie, Gavin's sister, who has tracked him via his emails.
FALLING THROUGH CLOUDS promises a lot more than it delivers. There is no doubt that as a writer Chilvers is a cut above the average, but there are a number of irritating flaws and faults in FALLING THROUGH CLOUDS which ultimately left me considerably less than satisfied. The mythological story telling by Gavin is weak, boring and out of place. It should have been cut long ago. Any tension which has been built up is allowed to blow off little by little and by the time we have reached the final third of the book, everyone knows what is going on. There are no twists or surprises, no denouement, just a tedious, slow unravelling.
Chilvers manages to pull off a two-voiced narrative: Kat's story is told in the first person and Gavin's in the third. Gavin's narrative is almost exclusively told in the present tense. These stylistic gambits are well executed, but the plot, pacing and dramatic arc are not equal to them. Chilvers is far too harsh on the kidnappers. They are more than bad enough without being made worse. The story lacks verisimilitude, principally on the basis of the shoddy treatment of the bad guys. Gavin's myth is dreary.
Chilvers is attempting to write a novel which owes a lot to Iris Murdoch, John Fowles and Ian McEwan: intellectual academics who have somehow lost their way become entangled in gothic horror -
A Severed Head springs to mind. As an anti-war book, perhaps it is best compared with
Saturday, as the `real' story is perhaps how the horrors of war can be visited on innocent bystanders in a different place and time. The problem is that Chilvers is nowhere near as skilled as any of these writers, even in their earliest incarnations. There is no tension, no theme. Murdoch, McEwan and Fowles are all theme. They have something to say beyond telling a mere story. Chilvers has no message.
What Chilvers has done, is succeed in producing a `women's book' about two men kidnapped in the Middle East, but the intense focus on the minutiae of the actions of the female characters left me cold. I really wanted to like FALLING THROUGH CLOUDS and, for the first half of the book - apart from the pointless Arthurian legend - I did.