Even though it took me a while to get on board and actually read it I was a huge fan of Yann Martel's first book, Life of Pi - I found it original and thought provoking and I thought his latest book Beatrice and Virgil was very much in the same vein in terms of inciting thought and emotion.
I hadn't read a lot about this latest book when I first opened it while waiting for an appointment late last week but I became so engrossed so quickly that my name had to be called twice before I realised I had to stop reading and actually go in to my appointment!
The book begins with the character of Henry - an author who has had a book published with much success and is currently at work finishing his next. Early on in the book a particularly brutal scene for anyone who has ever had to have their creative work critiqued takes place with Henry's publishers at a restaurant where he is trying to defend the premise of his latest work - a "flip-flop" book containing a work of fiction at one end and an essay at the other - both concentrating on the Holocaust;
That was the whole meal, a blundering lurch from the frivolity of over-refined food to the dismemberment of his book, Henry quibbling and squabbling, they reassuring and wrecking, to and fro, back and forth, until there was no more food to eat and nothing left to say. It all came out, wrapped in the kindest words: the novel was tedious, the plot feeble, the characters unconvincing, their fate uninteresting, the point lost; the essay was flimsy, lacking in substance, poorly argued, poorly written. The idea of the flip book was an annoying distraction, besides being commercial suicide. The whole was a complete, unpublishable failure.
Ouch! Funnily enough Henry isn't feeling too great after this onslaught and he decides (or is the decision made for him?) that he will no longer write. Henry and his wife move from their home in Canada to live in "one of those great cities of the world that is a world unto itself, a storied metropolis where all kinds of people find themselves and lose themselves".
Henry finds himself in many ways - he starts music lessons and language lessons and involves himself in an amateur theatre group. But he does lose his writer self in some ways - although he stays connected through fan letters from people who have read and loved his last novel. It is through this connection that Henry comes into contact with a Taxidermist who is part way through writing a play about a donkey named Beatrice and a monkey named Virgil - the Taxidermist sends his play to Henry with a note requesting his help.
Henry seeks out the Taxidermist and a tenuous relationship begins where Henry starts to provide feedback on the structure and writing of the play and in time Henry begins to see that the although the play is being narrated by a donkey and a monkey it is clearly about the Holocaust and the Taxidermist is attempting to write about this time in history in a unique and different way - just as he himself had attempted - and failed.
This book completely absorbed me - the writing is probably quite basic and simple in some places but it is really the story and the characters that take you away to another world - and an ending that I did not see coming at all! I found this a beautiful, unique and thought provoking read - it captured me from beginning to end.