ElCicco #CBR5 Review #52: The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton


This long read recently won the Booker Prize and has garnered much praise for its author, 28-year-old New Zealander Eleanor Catton. It’s an ambitious project, and every review I’ve read of it references Catton’s emulation of 19th century novels, a la Charles Dickens. The Luminaries, like a soap opera, involves a large caste of characters and complicated, intersecting story lines. Once you get through the first 400 pages, it starts to come together and gets a little easier to follow. I kept thinking as I was reading that it would make a wonderful mini-series (and would be easier to follow and keep everyone straight).

The novel opens on a dark and stormy night. Really. A weary traveler named Walter Moody stumbles upon a meeting of a dozen unusual men, men who wouldn’t seem to have any common cause. But of course they do, and it’s complicated, with each man telling his piece of the story. In short, it involves the murder of hermit Crosbie Wells, missing person emery Staines, drug-addled whore Anna, gold, and a very bad man with scar on his face. Catton spins her story both backward and forward, and between the dozen men at the meeting plus another half dozen or so important characters, it gets rather hard to manage at times.

One aspect of the novel I found confusing had to do with the gold. The story unfolds in an 1860s gold rush town in New Zealand called Hokitika. Catton has done extensive research on the gold rush and gets her economics and society facts straight, but the plot lines that involve gold — who’s got it, where did it come from and where is it now — read like a literary form of 3-card monte. I suppose it’s intentional, keeping the reader as confused and in the dark as the twelve men trying to find out what happened to the Wells, Staines and Anna. But then there’s the complication of the missing trunks (more than one!) and one character stealing another’s identity to commit financial fraud.

Another aspect of the novel that was lost on me had to do with astrology. The luminaries — sun and moon — refer to two particular characters, and the 12 men each stand for a sign of the zodiac. Each chapter begins with a chart of the zodiac for that particular day and how particular characters interacted with each other on that day. A character named Lydia, who works as both a madam and amateur astrologer, leads seances and reads people’s charts for them. Perhaps this is simply Catton showing popular interest in astrology at that time, but I’m sure there is some deeper, greater significance to all this astrological stuff that I’m just missing.

Still, I was willing to remain bewildered over the economics and astrology thanks to the brilliantly drawn and diverse characters and a story that holds together well if you stick it out to the end. The hookers here do not have hearts of gold, the Chinese miners are abused and not considered worthy of consideration, the pharmacist deals in opium, a politician is being blackmailed, and Walter Moody may or may not have seen a ghost. Striking it rich, forgetting one’s past and exacting revenge seem to be common goals on the frontier, and that makes for good reading.

The end of the novel does not provide the reader with all loose ends tied up neatly in a bow, but it was a satisfying resolution to me. On the whole, I liked the novel quite a lot. It can be a bit of a slog at first, but once you see the connections among the characters and the facts of their pasts slowly work their way forward, it’s an engrossing story.

loulamac’s #CBR5 review #10: Somebody’s Luggage by Charles Dickens


Somebody’s Luggage is a collection of short stories brought together by Charles Dickens for the 1862 Christmas issue of his magazine ‘All Year Round’. Three of the stories were written by Dickens himself, the other four by lower profile Victorian authors Charles (brother of the celebrated Wilkie) Collins, Arthur Locker, John Oxenford and Julia Cecilia Stretton. As a confirmed Dickens enthusiast, I was concerned that the others wouldn’t live up to his verve and style, but I needn’t have worried, each of the very different stories is thoroughly entertaining.

The stories are united by the umbrella arc of an elderly waiter who works in an establishment that is ‘a bed business, and a coffee room business’ in the West End of London who becomes preoccupied with the unclaimed luggage left behind in room 24b. On unpacking and itemising the bags, he discovers a number of documents stashed in the unknown somebody’s boots, umbrella, black bag, writing desk, dressing case, brown paper parcel, portmanteau and hat box. The ensuing stories are named after the items in which they were found.

And what stories they are. The first (by Dickens himself), concerns an Englishman who befriends a young orphan girl while living in France. In true Dickens form, the end of the story bring a tear to the eye. John Oxenford’s ‘His Umbrella’ is a ghost story; Collin’s effort (made up of ‘His Black Bag’ and ‘His Writing Case’) tells the romantic tale of a soldier who is unable to marry his true love; ‘His Dressing Case’ by Arthur Locker is a salty yarn of seafarers shipwrecked on an iceberg. Dickens returns for ‘His Brown Paper Parcel’, which is a strange tale of a man who is paid to let others pass his pavement art off as their own. The final story (by Julia Stretton) is told in ‘His Portmanteau’ and ‘His Hat Box’, and is a supernatural fantasy where a put-upon man is given a magic chair that forces all who sit in it to tell the truth. I don’t think I’m giving too much away when I reveal that the conclusion of the book sees the ‘Somebody’ return to claim ownership his manuscripts, it all ends very happily.

I suppose some could be disappointed by the lack of stark social commentary that is woven through Dickens’ novels, but this collection is funny, chilling, heart-warming and wry by turns. A most diverting read.