Posted by: Corri van de Stege | September 29, 2015

The Narrow Road to the Deep North by Richard Flanagan

Richard Flanagan-The Narrow Road To The Deep North coverI am aware that The Narrow Road to the Deep North has had  mixed reviews, with some awarding it a 5* out of 5 (see for example the Guardian and Daily Telegraph reviews) whilst another review by Michael Hofmann in the LRB of 18th December 2014 gives a devastating put down: ‘In construction, the book is the half-hearted retrospective of a dying old man (the life flashing before the eyes – think of something like Hermann Broch’s Death of Virgil) that forsakes it tether for the more leisurely freedom of an impersonal series of chronological flashbacks; only to leave that in turn for an account of other characters in their own personal circumstances, in Australia, in Japan, in Korea, of which Dorrigo Evans can have known little or nothing at all.

The latter, I think, points out one of the weaknesses of the book: that you are expected to live in the head of various characters, including two Japanese generals, Dorrigo’s lover Amy, a Korean soldier serving in the Japanese army, and various others, whilst his own story unfolds. By shifting from one pov to another this weakens the believability of the main character, Dorrigo. It would have been better if he had witnessed the account of the Korean soldier’s cell after the war, or if he had spoken with one of the Japanese colonels, or been witness to what happened to them. As it is, we have to believe that these seemingly unrelated chapters give us the ‘real’ characters, the persons as they played their part in Dorrigo’s life, even if he can have had little knowledge of their thoughts or behavior once the war was over.

IMG_1178Having said that, I liked reading this book. I read it for the first time on my Kindle when I was in Singapore, in September 2014. As indicated in the chapter where Dorrigo writes the introduction to the book of Guy Hendrick’s (or Rabbit Hendricks as his fellow soldiers call him) illustrations of the POW camps, the story is about the end of one empire with the fall of Singapore and another empire that then rises. In fact, I went by bus to Changi museum (and chapel), about five and a half kilometers from central Singapore, just outside Changi village and close to the airport. The Japanese occupied Singapore from 1942 to 1945 and turned the British-built barracks in Changi into a POW camp. This also, like the POW camps we encounter in ‘The Narrow Road to the Deep North’, was a notorious hell hole, where thousands of military and civilian prisoners were interned, enduring appalling conditions.

Once Dorrigo has finished editing Hendrick’s book he felt ‘it was one more failed attempt by himself to understand what it all meant….’ (p.25). I had a similar feeling when I filed past the pictures and accounts exhibited in the museum: it’s almost too big and awful to take in.

The title ‘The Narrow Road to the Deep North’ comes from a haiku that is much admired by the two Japanese officers, who share a passion for haiku’s and reflect on the greatness of Basho’s great haibun (see Chapter 16, p. 125) which, according to colonel Kota, sums up the genius of the Japanese spirit. Building the railway line is not just about building it, not even about the Europeans having to learn that they are not a superior race, rather it is about the Japanese learning that they are!

These two men are cruel and vile. Yet they share and are moved by their own sensitivity to poetry, not so much by the genius of the poem as by their wisdom in understanding the poem… ‘In this way, thought Nakamura, the Japanese spirit is now itself the railway, and the railway the Japanese spirit, our narrow road to the deep north, helping to take the beauty and wisdom of Basho to the larger world.’ (P.126)

The book tries to do a number of things and the question is whether it manages to do all of them satisfactorily.

  1. The love story: Dorrigo’s background is poor and unsophisticated, and one which he intends to escape by marrying rich and beautiful Ella who comes from an old-established family. Dorrigo studies medicine and has a promising career ahead of him. He is a keen reader and devours books. Nevertheless he falls in love with the second wife of his uncle, Keith Mulvaney. This love story is slightly unsatisfactory: some of the descriptions are over the top and ring false, as if Flanagan is running away with himself and his literary gymnastics: also these sections seem to swing between Amy’s pov and Dorrigo’s pov and Dorrigo can have had little knowledge of what Amy was thinking, except for what she tells him. There are endless ruminations about how each of them feels, which ring untrue, or some of them far-fetched, see Ch.19 onwards.
  1. The story about the brutality of the Japanese and in particular their officers, which sits uneasily with what happens after the war, when they are able to rehabilitate themselves whereas the poor Korean conscript is condemned to death. In particular, we are sitting in their heads, as if disconnected from the main story, which is about Dorrigo, and so this feels like a disconnected part within the book. It has little to do with what happens to Dorrigo after the war, with what he becomes and how he deals with everything, with his memories and with the loss of Amy
  2. Dorrigo’s marriage to Ella: Ella must have been an important part of his life; yet, we never get a full picture of her. She has become a loser, somehow, one who sticks with her man. But is this realistic? She is completely in the background but somehow there is the implication that she may have known about Amy and therefore purposefully includes an account of her death in her letter.
  1. The stories about what happens to various individuals in the camp, and what war was like for each of them. All the time, it seems as if Dorrigo is not really part of it, is simply a narrator and everything that happens around him does not seem to have the impact you would have expected it to have. Perhaps in the end Richard Flanagan is not really able to give the full story of how POWs experienced their lives in the camps for the simple reason that most of them refused to talk about it.   At the same time, the physical descriptions of his fellow prisoners are
  1. The loss of love. Whilst still in Europe Ella writes him a letter in which she relates the explosion in which, she writes, both Keith Mulvaney and his wife Amy died. At the same time, Keith tells Amy that Dorrigo has died in the POW camp. This is quite convenient perhaps but to me I cannot help but feel that the real Dorrigo would have searched for Amy on his return, if his love was as deep as the book claims it is. He would have followed up on the story perhaps. Was there a funeral? A grave to go to? After all, Australia itself must have been a fully functioning nation, as war had not encroached on its territory. So there would have been a funeral and there should have been a body.

Perhaps there are a few more stories in there and because of the number of these and the way they are told by different people, it may be inevitable that we get such disconnected views of who Dorrigo (Alwyn) Evans is – we never root for this character who seems to be many, he remains obscure, distanced from his readers, in all his different guises: boy from poor background, lover of Amy, medical man, colonel in the army, in charge of the camp hospital, husband of Ella, well-known surgeon in Australia, war hero, philanderer, etc.

Nevertheless, I liked the book and read it again for the book club a year later, with as much involvement as when I read it the first time, searching for a core of Dorrigo and wondering if in the end all our lives consist of similarly disconnected stories. I think mine does. There is also a lot to think about when coming face to face with some of the atrocities that happened so long ago now and so far away from Europe, events that were little elaborated on in my history lessons at school.

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  1. Can you please explain to me the ending?


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