I've been of the mind recently that there is something slightly worse than bad. And that is: almost. Bad, one can deal with. Almost is harder. Almost teases you with what could have been, only to disappoint you with what is. Almost is wasted potential. The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber almost lives up to its promise.
I was drawn into the novel by seductive narrative voice leading me down the streets of Victorian London. It was a little bit cinematic and a little bit Dickensian, and I was immediately enthralled. Crimson Petal tells the story of Sugar, a 19-year-old prostitute who is renowned in London for doing everything. There is no depravity too extreme, as long as she's getting paid for it. Yet, that's not what makes Sugar truly interesting. She's interesting, because while she was raised in prostitution, she's literate and reads voraciously. She's also an aspiring novelist, hoping to better the plight of prostitutes by exposing their ills (and their secret vengefulness) to the world through her prose. Meanwhile, on the other side of London, there resides the Rackham family, and at its head, William Rackham, heir to a perfume company.
It's his meeting and subsequent infatuation with Sugar that's supposed to be the main story, but Faber packs the novel with intricate "secondary" characters that are much more interesting: Agnes, William's addled, very Catholic wife; Henry Rackham and Emmeline Fox, William's brother and the unorthodox humanitarian he loves; little Sophie Rackham, forced into observing her household rather than taking part in it; and Caroline, Sugar's soulful prostitute friend. I loved the characters and this is definitely a character driven plot. Sugar is feisty and relatable. William, is a man at once so self centred that you want to slap him and instantly recognizable. Henry and his inner torment was captivating and wonderfully frustrating.
All of their stories are so captivating that it must have seemed a daunting task to do them all justice...so Faber opted not to try. Instead, the lives of the supporting characters peter out with no resolution, good or bad. Now, we all know that life is not a neatly packaged thing. Situations don't resolve themselves perfectly, and one could argue that the "point" of this book is that that's how life is. However, that "rationale" for ending things with no change or resolution has more often than not seemed like a cop-out to me.
I loved the narrating style of the omniscient person leading the reader through the story. Both invisible and unseen to the characters. I love getting into the heads of as many of the key players as possible. However, perhaps in this case, I just didn’t want to dally within these minds for quite so long! (This book is enormous!!) I guess there’s a limit to my curiosity about my fellow human beings. It felt like an absolute slog and I had to keep taking myself into picking it up again. Would have been amazing in half the size.
Age Rating 16+. Sex, talk of sex, thoughts of sex are abound. A word of warning to the more sensitive reader – you may need to stomach more than your desired share of descriptions of a variety of bodily functions and fluids in this book!
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