Released last year to bated
breaths and eager eyes, The Casual Vacancy is J.K. Rowling’s first foray into
the adult-book market. Having held back from reading it when it first came out
so I could savour every page and give the book the measured, impartial critic
it deserved (the worry was that, had I devoured it so quickly like I did with
the final Harry Potter book, I would miss nuances like I did with my first time
reading of HP VII, so keen was I to get to the end of the saga), I found myself
extremely disappointed with The Casual Vacancy, which was, at best,
overly-detailed and ambitious, and at worst, a self-satisfied, muddling mess.
The action kicks off when
well-loved Parish Councillor Barry Fairbrother bites the dust due to a surprise
bout of aneurism in his brain. Initially, the townpeople of Pagford, the fictitious
West Country town where the book is set, mourn his death, but soon,
practicalities kick in. His death leaves a “casual vacancy” to be filled, and
three men put themselves forward: Miles Mollison, a lawyer and family man is
the frontrunner, being the son of Howard Mollison, the leader of the Parish Council,
but there is also Deputy headteacher Colin Walls, who wants to run out of love
of Barry, as well as bullying petty crook Simon Price, who, on hearing of the
unofficial perks of being on the council, can’t resist the idea of receiving
some bribes of his own.
Having penned the source material
of the box office smashes Harry Potter, one can’t help but think Rowling has got half
a mind of the movie rights of this book. For, whilst the setting, Pagford, is a
small town, the themes of the book are anything but. Adultery, drugs,
self-harm, racism, abuse, duplicity, you name it, this book’s got it.
There are
several families which come into focus, and the actions of each have repercussions
on other people, some of these which trigger off a Domino effect into something
much larger. But whilst this makes for interesting films, such as Magnolia or
Short Cuts, on paper, it harder to keep track of, particularly at the start
when she juggles between narratives and it is hard to keep up.
That is not to say the book is a
total failure. As with Harry Potter, there are moments of extreme wit – her describing
of a teenage boy band that one of the wives in the novel becomes obsessed with
can only be sculpted on One Direction, and is an incisive comment on how little
there is to live for when the spark goes out of a marriage.
Similarly, in the
latter act of the book, when the action really takes off and people begin
posting on the Pagford town message board as The_Ghost_Of_Barry_Fairbrother,
chaos, and dark humour, reigns. As with some of the later Harry Potter books,
when Rowling gives the internal monologue of the characters in The Casual
Vacancy, she offers a window into their psyches, however dislikeable, and it
takes a some emotional acuity to do accomplish that.
But even as the most ardent Harry
Potter fangirl, I cannot overlook all the flaws in this novel.
First and
foremost, it strives for so much, and in doing so, achieves so little. I read
this book whilst also reading Tampa by Alissa Nutting and Cell by Stephen King,
and compared to this book, the narratives of those two are so straight-forward
and unpretentious, it made me want to cry tears of joy.
Even if we put my inability
to follow the plot down to me being a bit dense, there are other things –
Rowling’s cartoonish description of a crack addict and the conditions she lives in could be
lifted right out of an anti-drugs campaign they made for teenagers, so laden
are they with caricature.
Very few characters in the novel
are likeable. Sukhvinder Jawanda is one of the few that I liked, and it is
credit to the novel that she gets a brief glimpse of redemption. But I despised
pretty much everyone else in the novel, so much so that, when tragedy did
strike at the end, that I was left with a hollow “so what?” feeling that
contrasted with the endless tears I shed in reading the Harry Potter books, and
even then, you could feel Rowling desperately trying, to no avail, to pull at
her readers’ heartstrings.
The teenagers are painted with sweeping generalisations,
the majority of them being antagonistic, ungrateful to their parents and far
more interested in getting laid than studying. Where has Rowling been getting information, episodes of
Skins?
Where the teenagers are whiny
little trolls, the adults are described as hypocrites who are only out for
mercenary gain. They only think of themselves and aren’t able to see how their
own kids are rebelling right under their eyes. Whilst no doubt haphazard
parenting exists, for there to be so many poor parents, all so closely linked,
beggars belief.
Recently, Miley Cyrus cringed out
the world at the MTV Awards by “twerking” and basically just trying to shed her
good girl image so much that it reeked of desperation and trying too hard. With
The Casual Vacancy, JK Rowling is doing the literary version of exactly the
same thing. Sex, drugs and gratuitous swearing (hell, I’m a tetchy football fan
with an attitude problem and I don’t even swear as much as the saps in this
novel do), I cringed on pretty much every page.
That Rihanna’s Umbrella was
shoehorned in as a motif throughout the novel just compounds the humiliation that was
reading The Casual Vacancy.
Grade: F
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