Delicious but sly are the first words that come to mind when I think about Marion Halligan’s latest novel, Valley of Grace. Take this for example:
You know, people think flowers are pretty. Sentimental. Frivolous even. But the fact is, everything begins in the garden. Humans. Society. Civilisation. Evil. Things bud, bloom, weather, age, die. There is as much decay as there is burgeoning. Gardens offer emblems of our passage through the world.
Sly because you know she is alluding to the Garden of Eden here but, without the snakes, apples or trees, the garden symbolism is wider, more encompassing than the simple biblical Fall of Man. Delicious because the language flows so beautifully – and it’s typical of the sure writing that’s found throughout the book. The style is relaxed and flowing, even when it is staccato (if that makes sense). It feels conversational, and yet it is not colloquial. And, it contains Halligan’s hallmarks – wonderful descriptions of food and wine, of home and gardens.
The novel is set in contemporary Paris and chronicles a few years in the life of Fanny and her family and friends. At the beginning of the novel she is 25, single, and working with the gay Luc in his antiquarian bookshop, but very soon she marries builder and restorer of old buildings, Gérard, who is 38. There’s no mystery about this – you can see it coming and it comes. What doesn’t come after that is a baby.
There are no big dramas in this book so if that’s what you like, this is not for you. It is however the book for me, because while I can enjoy a book with drama, that’s not what I read books for. I read them for the very things that I got out of this book: astute observation of humans and how we think and behave, combined with writing that delights, inspires and grabs. Valley of Grace explores all the sorts of things that make up human experience – love and friendship, betrayals, secrets, appearance versus reality, and more besides – but most of all it is about babies and children. The having of them, the not having of them, the healthy and the damaged, the child and the god-child, and the wild child are all covered in this neat little book.
And, in fact, as Halligan told us at our bookgroup meeting tonight (to which we’d invited her and she’d wonderfully accepted), children were a major inspiration for the book. She lived in Paris in 1989 and, from her apartment window, could see the church, Val de Grâce, which was built by Anne of Austria as her part of a bargain with God to give her a child (Louis XIV, no less). This story fed into Haligan’s thinking about fertility (the presence of it and the absence of it) and about how in the past women came to “a bad end” if they didn’t have a baby or had a baby at the wrong time. She said that in the 1960s we thought this would all change but in fact it hasn’t quite turned out that way because women are having babies later and the result is more problems (such as infertility, increased miscarriages, “damaged” babies). This book is, then, her meditation on children – who they are, what they mean to us. And the following will show you just what Halligan thinks they mean:
Taking an angry or maybe anguished baby and changing it from a stiff protesting awkward bundle into a relaxed kitten-like creature seems to Fanny as important a thing as anybody could ever do.
The novel is told in third person but from different perspectives in different chapters – with some wonderful set-pieces, such as the story of Sabine and her arrogant philosopher husband Jean-Marie to whom she delivers “the pavilion girls”. Halligan said that telling the story this way replicates the way life goes – we are the heroes of our own stories, but bit-players in those of others. This makes sense – and certainly works well in the book.
There is a luminous quality to the book, conveyed largely through imagery to do with light and colour (mainly yellows). Mostly it is comforting, but sometimes it is not. Here is Fanny in the Val de Grâce:
She looks up at the immensity of the pale grey stone. Even with all the decoration, the cherubs, the frescos, the marble and gilt columns, it has a bareness, a coldness. It’s the colour of concrete, There’s no stained glass. The light is silvery; when the sun shines, lemony. There is no comfort in it, as there is in her house.
And then in her apartment:
She looks at the graceful space of the apartment. At the light, greenish gold today with summer sun and the fresh leaves on the chestnut trees, their milky white flowers buzzing with bees.
It’s a short book – just under 250 pages – and a rather gentle one. It’s sometimes a little sad, but other times it has a wry humour. It’s well researched, but the research hangs lightly on it. Its ending is one of the most inspired I’ve read for a long time – but you’ll have to read it yourself to see if you agree.
I have read a few Halligans over the years – Lovers knots, The golden dress, The fog garden and The point – and have enjoyed them all. I’ll close this post with a favourite line from The fog garden because I think it describes this book to a T:
Read a wise book and lay its balm on your soul.
10 thoughts on “Marion Halligan, Valley of grace”
I can see that I’m going to have to move this one up the TBR. I do so love Halligan’s work, she’s one of our finest writers.
I haven’t read anything by Halligan yet, but the beautiful cover of this has caught my eye several times in the Australian section of Better Read Than Dead, Newtown.
Halligan had me at that first excerpt. I’m definitely going to have to read this now, thanks to your lovely review. Do you recommend this as a good place to start with Halligan, or would you recommend starting somewhere else?
Thanks Evie for dropping by and leaving a comment. Yes, I think it is a good one to start with. Her early ones, Spidercup and Wishbone, are supposed to be good but I haven’t read them. She’s great, but if I were going to say to recommend another one it might be Lovers knots – she won the Age Book of the Year with it and I remember enjoying it immensely. It draws from her earlier life in Newcastle. Let me know what you think if you read any!
I like the sound of this. And the cover image is gorgeous.
Thanks; this is another to put on my list-of-books-to-get when I go back home at Xmas. I’m gonna have a ball buying Oz novels, although I’ll have to be careful about the baggage limit. Maybe I’ll ship them over??
Lisa, Kimbofo, I really think this is one to treasure – if you like lyrical (but not in that overblown poetic way Lisa!!) books. AND it is a gorgeous publication – at least this Aussie first edition is. I am going to add a quote to my review – so yo may want to check it again! Kimbofo, this is on the light side (in weight I mean)
I managed to locate a copy of this in my local Foyles (yes, I have a Foyles within walking distance… which is kind of dangerous… to my wallet). I’m not sure whether it was a special order that someone didn’t pick up, but regardless I purchased it feeling very delighted I’d only spent £8.99 on it, because when I saw it for $34 (£20!!) in Oz at Christmas I just couldn’t justify the cost. Anyway, started to read it last night and it is truly lovely. It feels like a fairy tale…
Lucky you getting it for that price. We regularly, as you would know, pay $30 or so for paperback novels here now – particularly new releases. I suspect I got mine with some sort of discount, probably 15% from the NLA where I buy most of my Aus fiction. Anyhow, I’m glad you are liking it – I look forward to your review. (If you haven’t read it already you may like to read my post on Halligan’s attendance at my bookgroup: https://whisperinggums.wordpress.com/2009/10/06/marion-on-marion-halligan/
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Reading this now! Loverly!
It sure is, Catherine. So glad you agree.