Michael Crummey’s latest novel The Wreckage tells the story of Wish Furey, a young man from Newfoundland, who falls in love with a precocious and determined 16-year-old girl named Sadie (short for Mercedes). The bulk of the action in the novel takes place in Newfoundland during the Second World War. The most poignant source of conflict between the two lovers is their religion, with Wish being Catholic, and therefore an outsider, and Sadie being Protestant, their relationship is doomed from the start.
As fishing accidents spurn the story along, a conflict between Wish and Sadie’s mother, then her brother, forces him to flee. He joins up and is soon shipped off to fight for the Brits, eventually ending up in a Japanese PoW camp. Sadie runs away from home, but arrives in St. John’s only to find Wish gone, and she vows to wait for him.
Interspersed into the love story is the story of a Canadian-born Japanese soldier who eventually becomes one of the most vicious prison guards working at the camp where Wish ends up. The vicious nature of Nishino seems at odds, even in the context of the war, with Crummey’s delicate, wonderful language. It’s a contrast that resonates throughout the book, and he has a gift for some of the most beautiful metaphors I’ve read in a long time.
The willful, fully drawn natures of each of the three main characters comes across like a cup of strong coffee. Sadie breaks her vow, Wish misleads her into thinking he’s dead, and Nishino finds himself unable to serve his country in the manner he feels is appropriate, each character experiencing the undeniable fact that life never turns out the way you expect it to.
Fast-forward forty years, and Crummey catches up the characters at this point in their lives. The second half of the novel isn’t as tight as the first, but the end is completely satisfying and The Wreckage is quite an addictive read. Highly recommended even among the riches of this fall season, which for Canadian publishing, seems ever-golden.
Yeah. Ever-golden if you’re a sad, east coast period piece. Snore. Will someone just write the literary equivalent to The City already please? Anyone but Russell Smith thanks.
Hey! East coast period pieces can be wonderful, and worthy! I’ve read a ton of them this year and have enjoyed everyone. But point taken about someone writing the musical equivalent of The City. Get on that okay?