A Bluethroat Morning

Amazon.com ReviewSix years ago, Harry Blisss wife Alison, former model and acclaimed author, walked into the sea. She left behind a brief note and a pile of ashes all that remained of the novel in which she had immersed herself for months. Oddly captivated by an old sepia photograph of Harrys greatgrandfather Charles and his second wife Arabella, Alison was intent on creating a narrative for and about them. As she wrote in her journal, Think of the striations of the rock at Marsden. No longer shifting of subterranean, the rock now solid; made permanent. The seas erosion has revealed the layering of time; the pattern beneath the surface. So my imagination must erode the past. The form of the artwork has simply to be revealed.But what happened when that revelation occurred? What parallels between past and present, self and art, did she find? Harry had been only vaguely aware of Alisons project. Shellshocked by her suicide, he is only just beginning to emerge from a haze of grief and confusion when he meets Helen, a young woman who looks disturbingly like Arabella. The resemblance spurs both Harry and Helen who naively idolizes Alisonto try to unravel the fascination that that photograph held for her, and in doing so, to lay to rest the guilt that haunts Harry. But in traveling to Glaven, the tiny town where Alison spent her final weeks, Harry finds himself caught in a gossamer web of coincidence. As a 90 yearold villager tells Harry, Arabella had drowned herself as well. Harrys growing awareness of the tragic history Alison had discovered underscores his own attempts to understand his wifes last days.The novel purports to be an exploration of the intersection of female self and literary self. And indeed, the questions at which it hints are in the traditional realm of feminist scholarship: What is the relationship between creativity and fertility? How do female artists reject or subvert a patriarchal system of authority? Must daughters tell their mothers stories?But why, then, is Harrys voice the loudest of all? Melodramatically anguished, but undeniably selfcomplacent, he reigns supreme over the novel, reducing all others to twodimensional ciphers. Were there any awareness that Harrys obsession has nothing to do with his wife and everything to do with himself, the novel could be a fascinating indictment of the ways in which female creativity can be filtered and muted by a male audience. But both Harry and author Jacqui Lofthouse (The Temple of Hymen) play things perfectly straight. When Harry pouts, upon reading Alisons journal, the reader is expected to sympathize with his selfabsorption: She was intent on her journey but her ultimate goal was obscure. Only one thing was clear: I was not a part of it. At her death, a great chasm of silence opened in my heart. But Alison, in her last notebook, did not pause to contemplate my loss.When Alison finally speaks for herself in those journal pages, her words are vigorous and devastating, putting Harrys selfabsorbed rambling to shame. What a pity, then, that her words are so few. They hint at what her unfinished novel might have been. More ironically, they hint at what Lofthouses own text could have become. Kelly FlynnProduct DescriptionA literary mystery that explores the troubled relationship between women and their writing.Alison Bliss, worldfamous model and author of critically acclaimed Sweet Susan, walks into the sea on a bluethroat morning. She becomes a greater icon in death than in life and the Norfolk village of Glaven, where she spent her final days, is soon a place of pilgrimage.Six years later, her husband Harry, a schoolteacher, is still haunted by her suicide and faithful to her memoryuntil he meets nineteenyearold Helen. The two begin an intense affair which is secretly darkened by the past. Harry is attracted by Helens uncanny resemblance to Arabellahis greatgrandfathers second wifeon whom Alison was basing her n