Finished Wide Open yesterday and am left, as with most Nicola Barkers, feeling as if I have woken from a deliciously entertaining dream packed with unlikely scenarios and surreal twists.
We start off by meeting Ronny, a bloke who drives on the motorway every day for three weeks and spots a lanky guy waving from a bridge overlooking the road. One day, Ronny stops to find out what the guy wants. And straight away, within the first couple of pages, we're plunged into weird Barker territory, rich with coincidences and inexplicable events. Because it turns out the guy on the bridge and Ronny have a close acquaintance in common. Furthermore, the bridge man is also called Ronny and a number of other strange similarities also come to light.
Just as you're left wondering 'hold on a minute', the novel moves on to Sheppey. The two Ronnies are now friends, the bridge bloke has persuaded the other one to change his name to the bridge bloke's original name, thus setting the contrived scene for a case of mistaken identity.
Also in Sheppey are various quirky individuals. There's Lily, an angry, nightmare adolescent and her mother Sara, a boar farmer. There's fat Luke who, despite his fishy scent and rolls of flab, exerts a strange sexual attractiveness. Then there's Nathan, a gentle soul from Lost Property in Baker Street tube station, who's linked to several of the other characters and Connie, an angelic optician trying to enable execution of her late father's will.
As with most Barkers, the story is hugely funny and unexpected. The weirdo characters are involved in plenty of strange plot twists and, as in most Barkers, the dialogue is hilarious in parts.
But the total sum of the book is less than its constituent parts. Although I kept reading avidly, I ended up with the familiar 'eh?' type feeling so many Barkers instill. The numerous coincidences require total suspension of disbelief and the ending is unexpectedly harrowing and bizarre. Bridge Ronny remains an elusive, mysterious person whose motivations are unclear - if he has a mental health problem it's nothing recognisable, and the traumatic ending belies the gentle quirkiness we're seduced into believing of him.
I'll continue to read Nicola Barker because she makes me laugh and her irreverent style is always refreshing. But she'll never emerge as one of my favourite novelists simply because there are too many loose ends in her books that she neglects to explain. It's as if her wackiness is an excuse to slip through vastly implausible facts. I like my reality to be realistic, and that means disappointment at Barker's trademark numerous incredible coincidences and reliance on elements of the supernatural.
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