I know there is a lot of love for The Living Sea in Waking Dreams out there already.
It’s not that I didn’t love it, or even admire what Flanagan was trying to achieve, but it’s not easy to read a book where you feel like you’re being smashed over the head, not just with a hammer, but with the biggest, heaviest mallet that Flanagan could find, on every single page, at every single turn. With such a convoluted title, I was expecting more nuance and intellectual word play. Instead I got whack after whack of anger.
Flanagan has a lot to be angry about.
Last summer was ghastly for all of us in Australia. The bush fires were the worst we’d ever experienced. Our skies were grey with smoke and ash for month after month. The smell was inescapable, the heat was oppressive, the news catastrophic. It was easy to feel like it was the beginning of the end. Or the end of the beginning.
Writing a book while all of this is happening around you, can take its toll. It can be hard to find perspective. It can be hard not to rave and rant in absolute frustration. It can be hard to resist a good old preachy sermon. Flanagan did not resist.
There was nothing subtle in his story about vanishing body parts, a dying mother and a world in flames. The ghastly siblings, Anna & Terzo, who refused to let their mother die with any dignity or grace, were so implausible, I struggled to spend my time with them. Their brother, Tommy, was much nicer company and more realistically drawn, as was Anna’s son, Gus. But then, Tommy was the actual carer. He was on hand in Tasmania to care for their ailing mother, while the other two simply jetted in and out whenever there was a problem to be solved. And Gus’ response to a world on the brink of catastrophic climate change is to withdraw into a world of gaming and Youtube videos.
Flanagan ranted several times about social media and smartphone use. Clearly he is not someone who properly understands these online tools. Nothing about the way his characters engaged with their online world actually reflected anyone I know. He had all the right words, but just like Mr Books & I discussing Tiktok or Snapchat or memes with our boys, we show our ignorance at every turn, much to their amusement.
I feel like I’m the one ranting now!
I didn’t not like the book.
It was an interesting read and an interesting concept, with all the vanishings that nobody noticed, that spoke for, or to, something even bigger and scarier that nobody is noticing either. However I felt no emotional connection to anyone in the story, except pity – a huge amount of pity, in fact – for the undying, lingering, suffering, decaying mother. I found myself talking out loud to Flanagan throughout the book, telling him to get out of the way of his own story.
I love it, though, when I discover the title in the story.
It wasn’t enough for Terzo that their mother had not died. It wasn’t enough that she lived in her sea of waking dreams. In Terzo’s view, she had to live like us, rationally, in a rational universe.
Except of course, Terzo’s world, or his idea of living, were not as rational as he thought.
In the end, though, the occasional insights and beautiful writing were not enough for me to rate The Living Sea of Waking Dreams particularly highly.
It astonished her that he had a view as deeply held felt as hers and yet entirely opposite, and which he held with an equal conviction. And in the face of someone who would not be persuaded by her, she did not seek to see the world for a moment as he saw it but instead was simply angry with him that his world was not her world.
I’m in the process of putting together my best 20 reads of 2020. This one will not make the cut.
To the axe of the spoiler and self-interest fell a prey;And Crossberry Way and old Round Oak’s narrow laneWith its hollow trees like pulpits, I shall never see again:Inclosure like a Bonaparte let not a thing remain,It levelled every bush and tree and levelled every hillAnd hung the moles for traitors – though the brook is running still,It runs a naked brook, cold and chill.
It’s impossible to say how the vanishing began or if it was already ended, thought Anna.
The brilliance of Flanagan’s story and the deep power of this novel is in our witnessing of the end of the world. The death of Francie opens up a black hole in the family drawing Anna, Terzo and Tommy into its implacable singularity.
The Living Sea of Waking Dreams [is] at its best when it balances its vehemence with its beauty, when it leaves space for the reader to wander and wonder – eucalypt leaves swinging down like “lazing scimitars”; a moth thrumming its “Persian rug” wings.
- Lisa @ANZ Lit Lover found more to like than I did.
8 thoughts on “The Living Sea of Waking Dreams | Richard Flanagan #AUSfiction”
Wow, thanks for the warning !
I don't deny that Flanagan is a fine writer but IMO he is forever telling other people's stories. Perhaps here, telling a story that makes him angry, I will find a Flanagan I can connect with.Bill
I'll be curious to hear your thoughts if you get to this one Bill. I loved the beginning and had very high hopes, but I got worn down by the barrage.
Lots of people are claiming this as one of their best books of 2020, so don't be put off by me. I loved the start and got very excited early on about finding such an incredible story, but, by the end, I got tired of all the ranting, cause it felt like ranting, not storytelling.
Awww. I’m sorry you didn’t love it, but that’s what makes the book world so interesting.
That UK cover is dreadful!
I didn’t like either cover, but I did like the green cover underneath the dust jacket.
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