From the author of the "extraordinary" Animalia (Sunday Times), winner of the Republic of Consciousness Prize and finalist for the Lambda Literary Award and Best Translated Book Award, a blazing new novel exploring nature, family, and violence, set on a hostile and glorious mountainside haunted by transgressions of the past In the soft morning light, a man, a woman, and a child drive beyond the borders of a sleepy French post-industrial town into the forested mountains beyond. After several years of absence, the man has reappeared in the life of his wife and their young son, intent on being a family again. He takes them to Les Roches, a dilapidated house in the mountains where he grew up with his own ruthless father. There, while the mother watches the passing days with apprehension, the son discovers the bewitching enchantment of nature, from the herds of wild horses who gather under a grove of sycamores to the infinite expanse of a glittering night sky. Although the family is at last reunited, the father exerts a growing hold over the mother and child, dictating the mysterious laws of their new, isolated existence, supported by the provisions he has stockpiled in a locked lean-to. As the weather turns from wondrous spring into the heat of summer and finally to the hostile chill of autumn, the house falls further into disrepair and a return to the mother and son's previous life seems more and more impossible. The winner of the Prix du Roman Fnac in France, and brilliantly translated into English by the award-winning translator Frank Wynne, Jean-Baptiste Del Amo's The Son of Man is an exceptional novel of nature and wildness that traces how violence is inherited from one generation to the next, and a blistering examination of how families fold together and break apart under duress.
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The language is odd with some interesting word choices peppered throughout, I don't know if that's the translator or the writer. It's a distinct style of writing that I warmed a little more too as it went along.
But the first half is sooooo dull, if I hadn't a book club schedule to stick to I don't know if I would've pushed through. Then it gets to the second half and it's weird to say it gets better since it just gets so damn depressing, but it's definitely more engaging.
This book plays with the reader brilliantly, lulling you into a false sense of vague discomfort but not outright alarm, so when it takes a turn into bleaker territory (and sweet mother does it get bleak) you're left to reflect on the fact you didn't see it coming from the start.
Men, am I right?