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This is a collection of three novellas. I’ve finished two of them and just want to put my thoughts up (like canning a peach?) while the stories are fresh.
The title novella, The Courage Consort, is the longest and also the most gracefully executed. After a rather depressing opening, Faber manages to create a dramatic situation with enough tension to keep the pages turning, i.e. a professional a cappella singing group of five members takes a Belgian chateau for a week in order to practice a difficult piece. Faber is great here on characters’ internal wrestling, nature/nurture impulses, and playing with social constructs.
When I was well into the second novella, The One Hundred and Ninety-Nine Steps, I thought Faber had lost his touch: the dialogue in Steps is noticeably awkward. On reflection, I realized that Faber had used dialogue only sparingly in Consort and was much more successful in conveying relationships, character, and, ultimately, the resolution, which comes in the form of change in the characters’ perspectives, without dialogue, but with characters’ inner thoughts and actions.
In both, Faber’s protagonists are middle-aged women going through personal difficulties and facing inner demons. The reader’s experience is strictly from these women’s points of view, and (if you can trust these viewpoints) his male characters tend to be oblivious, driven, selfish types, with a notable exception (but I will not spoil).
Unfortunately both of his heroines suffer from imagined nightly terrors, which makes both stories somewhat samey, to no effective purpose. There’s also an unexplained psychic element in the second story, something I wish he would have at least acknowledged as a phenomenon, but it only serves as window-dressing. But I’m being picky (as always). In fact, both stories have a creepy Gothic element that works, and complex, multidimensional protagonists with their own secrets, and the stories are worth reading.
His main characters’ crises are well-drawn, which makes for strong, unpredictable plotting, but as for the rest of the cast, I can’t help feel that he’s intentionally collected, in both cases, an array of characters meant to reflect a certain stereotypical breadth of humanity, rather than a plausible group of individuals. His development of these secondary characters seems cursory much of the time.
I feel like I’m trashing these stories, though that’s not my intention. Maybe because the mood is so low at the start of each, that I feel that with all their merits, the resolutions didn’t bring any kind of transcendence or joy; they merely witnessed their heroines climbing out of their respective holes to something like ground level, so there is no “Ahhh!” moment, just a closing of the covers.
Wow, I’m so critical. If someone on a bus asked me what I thought of this book, I’d say, “It’s really good. Better than most.” So you can choose between the long version or the bus version.
I'll try to be brief on the third story, when I get to it.
The title novella, The Courage Consort, is the longest and also the most gracefully executed. After a rather depressing opening, Faber manages to create a dramatic situation with enough tension to keep the pages turning, i.e. a professional a cappella singing group of five members takes a Belgian chateau for a week in order to practice a difficult piece. Faber is great here on characters’ internal wrestling, nature/nurture impulses, and playing with social constructs.
When I was well into the second novella, The One Hundred and Ninety-Nine Steps, I thought Faber had lost his touch: the dialogue in Steps is noticeably awkward. On reflection, I realized that Faber had used dialogue only sparingly in Consort and was much more successful in conveying relationships, character, and, ultimately, the resolution, which comes in the form of change in the characters’ perspectives, without dialogue, but with characters’ inner thoughts and actions.
In both, Faber’s protagonists are middle-aged women going through personal difficulties and facing inner demons. The reader’s experience is strictly from these women’s points of view, and (if you can trust these viewpoints) his male characters tend to be oblivious, driven, selfish types, with a notable exception (but I will not spoil).
Unfortunately both of his heroines suffer from imagined nightly terrors, which makes both stories somewhat samey, to no effective purpose. There’s also an unexplained psychic element in the second story, something I wish he would have at least acknowledged as a phenomenon, but it only serves as window-dressing. But I’m being picky (as always). In fact, both stories have a creepy Gothic element that works, and complex, multidimensional protagonists with their own secrets, and the stories are worth reading.
His main characters’ crises are well-drawn, which makes for strong, unpredictable plotting, but as for the rest of the cast, I can’t help feel that he’s intentionally collected, in both cases, an array of characters meant to reflect a certain stereotypical breadth of humanity, rather than a plausible group of individuals. His development of these secondary characters seems cursory much of the time.
I feel like I’m trashing these stories, though that’s not my intention. Maybe because the mood is so low at the start of each, that I feel that with all their merits, the resolutions didn’t bring any kind of transcendence or joy; they merely witnessed their heroines climbing out of their respective holes to something like ground level, so there is no “Ahhh!” moment, just a closing of the covers.
Wow, I’m so critical. If someone on a bus asked me what I thought of this book, I’d say, “It’s really good. Better than most.” So you can choose between the long version or the bus version.
I'll try to be brief on the third story, when I get to it.