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3 of 4 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
That's Entertainment, 6 Feb 2003
Marchant's first novel (In Southern Waters) was a charming, funny, and poignant series of tales loosely linked around a series of flatmates and neighbors. It's a bit surprising to find the humor painted rather a bit more broadly in this, his second novel. When Terry, London semi-celebrity chef, takes a much needed holiday, he falls in love with the quaint backwater (and fictional) Midlands town of Pancester and moves there to open a restaurant. Through his eyes the reader is introduced to a strange town where ancient rituals are enacted to the delight of tourists, there's a National Museum of Crime and Punishment which is a beard for a crime school, and there are enough oddballs and lovable characters to keep a sitcom writer busy for years. The people are mostly nice, the customs mostly odd, and everybody knows everybody. Marchant does a nice job of creating a believable, if rather quirky, fictional town, right down to its magic mushroom patch and haunted house. Less believable are the wild cast of characters, from protagonist chef Terry, who is clearly deranged when it comes to women, to tourist honcho Jennifer, who is clearly deranged about building a new car park, to museum director Q, who is... well, just clearly deranged full stop. Of course, it's a broad comedy that's supposed to be absurd and silly and fun, so characterization is not really the point. Still, at times it goes a touch over the top and gets a little too antic. The main plotline is the battle between forces of modernity who want to build a car park for tourists on a plot designated for donkey grazing, and the forces of tradition, led by newcomer Terry. This can all serve as a nice big allegory for modernization in general if one wants, but it's not exactly a subtle or deep one. Altogether, it's a pleasant enough little entertainment, but on the whole I'd rather revisit the inhabitants of Marchant's first work, whose lives were more real and meaningful to me.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Thoroughly entertaining read from talented young writer, 13 Aug 2001
"The Battle for Dole Acre" has to be the most enjoyable book I've read for a long time, forcing frequent smiles to play upon the lips of even the most depressive cynic. The quirky town of Pancester comes to life with the author's evocative despcriptions of the weird customs, dreadful eateries and slightly strange, yet overwhelmingly human, characters which populate this novel. The reader cannot help but be swept along with the (anti)hero Whittaker; however dodgy his behaviour, we must still love him as he misguidedly makes his way through life with flair and passion.With his gift for refreshingly honest and witty prose, Marchant surpasses the achievements of his first book, "In Southern Waters". For me, "The Battle for Dole Acre" ranks alongside David Lodge's "Thinks..." and Jonathon Coe's "The Rotter's Club" in the three best books published in 2001. I only hope that Marchant can gain the place he so clearly deserves in the book-loving public's heart.
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5.0 out of 5 stars
A fresh new voice writes about tradition, 29 May 2001
By A Customer
Above all else, this book is funny. Absurdity abounds and realism flounders in this rambling madcap tale as the author introduces us to a world, a town, and a cast of characters we become instantly familiar with and care about - want as friends: passionate Italo-Welsh rockers, lesbian Christians, donkey sanctuary owners, tramps and shy aristos. This is a perfectly plotted novel which runs at break-neck speed and we immediatey become involved in the battle to stop something good and much needed in a town where nothing changes - a car park. Unwittingly, we gang up on the forces of progress too; we join hippies and archaologists, snail experts and donkeys in making sure that nothing new happenes in Pancester. We laugh so much at this eclectic happy novel, that we mostly miss the serious intent and irony of Marchant's central idea: that the English are born Luddites - and that the reader is too. While this is a funny and anarchic book, it is this more sober sub-text which makes TBFDA richer and ultimately cleverer than many of its genre. On closer inspection we see that TBFDA bears a literary stamp and is shot through with literary references and in-jokes which will be spotted by the well-read and the fans of English comic fiction. Ian Marchant mixes Oz mag with PG Wodehouse, Hunter S. Thompson with Antony Powell to produce his own unique style of British gonzo writing. It is clear that he has studied his English comic masters and paid homage to them - before spinning them in the blender of his own imagination. There is something nostalgic and unashamedly English about TBFDA, something as familair and comforting as Hovis bread; Marchant writes unpretentiously and honestly - and we are sad when we have finsihed reading. We miss Taff and Mrs Innes and Olly and the donkeys. Though this book is about upholding tradition, the author gives us something refrehingly new - his voice.
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