"Great Aunt Oleander is dead. To each of her nearest and dearest she has left a seed pod. The seed pods might be deadly, but then again they might also contain the secret of enlightenment. Not that anyone has much time for enlightenment. Fleur, left behind at the crumbling Namaste House, must step into Oleander’s role as guru to lost and lonely celebrities. Bryony wants to lose the weight she put on after her botanist parents disappeared, but can’t stop drinking. And Charlie struggles to make sense of his life after losing the one woman he could truly love.
A complex and fiercely contemporary tale of inheritance, enlightenment, life, death, desire, and family trees."
A deeply unusual and unexpected book. This offbeat novel about obsession, sex and inheritance is set in Kent in 2011 and stars an extended family of botanists. The concept of a family tree has a more than usually literal meaning here given the shared surname is Gardener and most members are named after plants. We have Great-Aunt Oleander, recently deceased; cousin Bryony and her children Holly and Ash; siblings Charlie and Clem (short for Clematis); and half-sister Fleur, who has taken over Oleander’s yoga centre, Namaste House. The generation in between was virtually lost, perhaps to a plant-based drug overdose, on a seed collecting expedition to the South Pacific. Oleander has left each motherless child one of these possibly deadly seed pods.
First, did I mention the book is saturated with sex? Incest, adultery, illegitimate children, S&M, Internet porn, you name it. But beyond that, the metaphorical language is highly sexualized – bursting with seeds, fertility and genital-like plants. I can’t think when I’ve encountered such oversexed vocabulary. It was unexpected and raw and quite shocking.
I found the plot very loose. I would say it is my main disappointment. Nothing was really achieved or resolved. There was no momentum or push. Not all the story lines are truly essential, so the book seems aimless for its final third as it doesn't really know what to do with itself. It definitely could have been shorter and tied together better, perhaps with some flashbacks to the previous generation’s experiences on the island to make the past feel more alive. The spiritual element also remains incredibly vague and a tad shoehorned in, I am still unsure if they where high, crazy or experiencing reality. Although it was a pleasant touch of magic realism along the way in the midst of the raw and brutal character studies.
Finally on to the characters. They really are the driving point of this book, it really does feel like a long character study. Unfortunately all of these characters are complete unlikable for a variety of different reasons. They are obsessive, cold, angry, stupid, apathetic but all the time so uncomfortably real. I have read some reviews of people commenting that the characters are unrealistic and unlike anybody they know, well then I really envy you. Sure the characters could be said to be boiled down to their key traits but as someone from a large and highly dysfunctional family, the characters and their mannerisms where all too recognisable.
Despite these reservations, I truly enjoyed Thomas’s unusual writing. She moves freely between characters’ perspectives but also inserts odd second-person asides asking philosophical questions about wasted time and what is truly important in life. I like the range of questions you’re left with as a reader: Is nature malicious? Can we overcome our addictions? How much of who we are is down to our parentage? Does life really just come down to sex?
Age Rating 15+. Large amounts of sex, drugs, mental illness, alcohol addiction, realistic family dysfunction, abuse and suicide.
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