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"Fiona Maye is a High Court judge in London presiding over cases in family court. She is fiercely intelligent, well respected, and deeply immersed in the nuances of her particular field of law. Often the outcome of a case seems simple from the outside, the course of action to ensure a child's welfare obvious. But the law requires more rigor than mere pragmatism, and Fiona is expert in considering the sensitivities of culture and religion when handing down her verdicts. But Fiona's professional success belies domestic strife. Her husband, Jack, asks her to consider an open marriage and, after an argument, moves out of their house. His departure leaves her adrift, wondering whether it was not love she had lost so much as a modern form of respectability; whether it was not contempt and ostracism she really fears. She decides to throw herself into her work, especially a complex case involving a seventeen-year-old boy whose parents will not permit a lifesaving blood transfusion because it conflicts with their beliefs as Jehovah's Witnesses. But Jack doesn't leave her thoughts, and the pressure to resolve the case--as well as her crumbling marriage--tests Fiona in ways that will keep readers thoroughly enthralled until the last stunning page"--… (more)
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For in the midst of all this, Fiona's marriage has begun to fall apart. Her husband announces that, with her permission, he would like to have an affair while he is still capable, complaining that she has no interest in sex and is just no fun anymore. He also feels that she has become closed off and is keeping things to herself that he wishes she would share. Fiona begins to contemplate the past: what she has given up for the sake of her career, including having children of her own.
In some ways, I would have been happier had the novel ended with Fiona's decision, or perhaps with Adam's letter in response to it. But, as is usual for McEwan, things take a detour that is a bit off kilter. Of course, this leads to more self-analysis on Fiona's part--another hallmark of McEwan's work. In this regard, The Children Act is somewhat reminiscent of another brief novel, On Chesil Beach.
All in all, this was an engaging read up to the rather muddled, unsatisfactory conclusion. Definitely worth reading, but not among McEwan's best. If you haven't read [Atonement] or [On Chesil Beach], pick those up first.
Read the rest of this review at The Lost Entwife on Sept. 8, 2014.
Fiona Maye is a High Court judge, expected to make quick life-or-death decisions while her own life is falling apart, and we see the story from her point of view. She is coping, barely.
This modern novel is about moral dilemmas, about personal
I especially enjoyed the look into the British court system, but the decisions that must be made are not unique to it. The Children Act is supposed to protect the well-being of children above other considerations, even those of the parents or children not able to make the decisions themselves/. Sometimes that is just not possible, and the novel makes come to life how difficult those quandaries can be.
There is nothing drawn out about this story, and it is all the more powerful for cutting to the chase. It is not a story I will soon forget.
Fiona Maye has done quite well for herself. She is at the top of her profession as one of London’s family court high court judges and she feels good about the role she plays in helping clean up the messes that people so readily make of their lives and, more importantly to her, the lives of their innocent children. She and Jack, her husband, a professor of ancient history, have been married for thirty years and have settled into a rather comfortable lifestyle that both seem happy enough with – with perhaps their only regret being that they never had children. But, as Fiona will learn, she has overestimated her husband’s satisfaction with their situation.
The Mayes are an aging couple now, something that Jack seems to feel more intensely than Fiona. And what Jack wants more than anything else in the world is one “big passionate” love affair before it is forever too late for him to have one. But he does not want a divorce. Rather, he makes a plea for Fiona’s understanding and tacit approval of his one-time fling – she tosses him out the door and changes the locks.
In the midst of everything that is going on at home, Fiona is assigned a case that could define her entire career, that of a 17-year-old Jehovah’s Witness who is refusing the blood transfusion that could easily save him from what is an imminent death. Adam is in many ways, a special boy: beautiful and a talented musician, he is personable and curious beyond his years despite being rather naïve about life itself. Fiona, caught off guard by her reaction to Adam is faced with a legal decision that demands her objectivity. But whether or not she can remain objective is only one of the issues she is dealing with as she comes to realize that her decision, despite her good intentions, has the power to ruin not only Adam’s life but her own.
This is where I found a difference in my reaction to the written page and the recorded version of The Children Act. While reading the book, I found it a little difficult to believe that a woman of Fiona’s stature and experience would put everything at risk over one case. The audio book, on the other hand, gave me such a distinct sense of Fiona’s current vulnerability that I found her reaction to Adam and his plight to be not only believable but likely. It was almost like “reading” two different books.
But beyond those two achievements, there is not a lot to recommend this novel. A structure that plays a tense domestic situation against a professional one full of legal
The book is nakedly manipulative. By this I mean that the emotions McEwan stimulates are in some sense imposed on the characters and so are imposed in turn on us. There is a musical thread running throughout the book that acts as a proxy for the main character's state, particularly if one is familiar with the works mentioned. This also is cinematic in that it provides the sound track for shepherding an audience into the desired emotional state. Fiona moves from Bach's second partita early on to finishing the book with Schubert, Mahler, and Britten's haunting setting of Yeats. From her mix tape we infer her emotional progress.
McEwan also relies on the notion that a vocalist and an accompanist enter into a form of transcendent intimacy that is a truer form of communion than language alone can accomplish. Ideally this is so in a performance; in fiction it is trite and suggests a lazy author. The novel's climax thus turns mawkish as Fiona, overwhelmed, rushes from the stage having brilliantly performed Britten's music for a tenor to sing Yeats's words, but hearing instead a poem in the same form and metre written solely for her that she has just begun to understand. This is cheap stuff.
Everyone in reach of the news media has an opinion about these cases, but only hers counts. She must be blind to distractions, keeping uppermost The Children Act of 1989, “which declares in its opening lines for the primacy of the child’s welfare.”
The Lord Chief Justice describes her as a woman with “Godly distance, devilish understanding, and still beautiful.” But that's insufficient on the home front. Fiona's husband has announced his desire to have an affair with a much-younger woman and doesn’t see why that should disrupt their marriage. Fiona’s legendary dispassionate judgment counts for nothing in this situation and is replaced by pure emotion. She throws him out and changes the locks—even though she knows the law wouldn’t back her up in this.
Into her roiling personal situation comes a new case, a 17-year-old son of Jehovah’s Witnesses has contracted a severe leukemia that will kill him unless he has a blood transfusion, which his religion disallows. His parents refuse. He refuses, too, though he’s not quite yet at the age of majority, so within Fiona’s purview. The hospital says it can save him. To establish whether the teenager’s views are what has been purported or whether he has been unduly influenced by his parents and church elders, she visits him in his sick-bed, and from there the pavers from Good Intentions Roadworks take over.
The Children Act is relatively short for a novel today, about two-thirds the typical length—“a svelte novel as crisp and spotless as a priest’s collar” says Washington Post reviewer Ron Charles. He also seems to believe it’s about Jehovah’s Witnesses, but it’s larger than that. Its subject is intractable dilemmas, hierarchies of belief, and unintended consequences. It is the unnavigable intersection between law and blind faith. So there we have it: faith and justice, each blind to the other, fighting primacy, blood everywhere on the ground.
McEwan is a beautiful writer, with a compelling yet accessible style, even for the weighty issues explored here. This is a portion of his simple, vivid description of Adam Henry, the boy needing the transfusion: “It was a long thin face, ghoulishly pale, but beautiful, with crescents of bruised purple fading delicately to white under the eyes, and full lips that appeared purplish too in the intense light. The eyes themselves looked violet and were huge.”
McEwan gives us realistic characters grappling with significant problems that require them to probe every inch of their humanity and interrogate every motivation. Something to both think about and feel. And when I reached the end, I had to wonder whether he meant the last word of the book’s title as a noun, or in Adam Henry’s case, is it a verb?
Fiona Maye is a leading High Court judge presiding in the family court. She faces the most complex
This book has powerful and controversial subjects – religion, the law and its interpretations, working women and childlessness, infidelity, parental influences, suicide, and children sufferings. This book read simpler and less lyrical than some of the other McEwan books though not to say it doesn’t have its zingers. With the heavy themes, I appreciated the controlled tone. With religion (a tightly controlled sec) being a major theme, McEwan used words that evoked 1984 (Orwell). I sort of smiled and thought, “Oh, he went there!”
The ding on this book is its predictable conclusion. But then again, it was also the most logical conclusion; it ended as it should have, not sugar coated, not excessively dramatic either. Along the way, I thought of veterans returning from war and prisoners leaving jail. Read the book and let me know if these thoughts make sense. :)
Some Quotes:
On possessions – I want to chuck everything out sometimes too:
“… a tiny Renoir lithograph of a bather, bought by her thirty years ago for fifty pounds… Below it, centered on a round walnut table, a blue vase. No memory of how she came by it. Nor when she last put flowers in it... A Bokhara rug spread on wide polished floorboards. Looming at the edge of vision, a baby grand piano bearing silver-framed family photos on its deep black shine. On the floor by the chaise longue, within her reach, the draft of a judgment. And Fiona was on her back, wishing all this stuff at the bottom of the sea.”
On long marriages:
“… Didn’t you once tell me that couples in long marriages aspire to the condition of siblings? We’ve arrived, Fiona. I’ve become your brother. It’s cozy and sweet and I love you, but before I drop dead, I want one big passionate affair.”
On childlessness:
“Yes, her childlessness was a fugue in itself, a flight – this was the habitual theme she was trying now to resist – a flight from her proper destiny. Her failure to become a woman, as her mother understood the term. How she arrived at her state was a slow-patterned counterpoint played out with Jack over two decades, dissonances appearing, then retreating, always reintroduced by her in moments of alarm, even horror, as the fertile years slipped by until they were gone, and she was almost too busy to notice.”
On hospitals – this is classic McEwan:
“…The long straight run of an escalator brought them to a mezzanine, where a bookshop, florist, newsagent, gift shop and business center were ranged around a fountain. New Age music, airy and unmodulating, merged with the sound of tinkling water. The model was, of course, the modern airport. With altered destinations.”
“Down by the Salley Gardens” – Yeats:
“In a field by the river my love and I did stand,
And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand.
She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs;
But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.”
On religion:
“Why replace one tooth fairy with another?”
However, the
By the end of the novel, without revealing the ending, I felt a bit deflated, and left wondering why I'd read the story to begin with. It was certainly well written, but it seemed a bit pointless at times, and I didn't find Fiona or her husband that likable, and didn't get to learn enough about Adam or anyone in her other cases.
Fiona Maye holds a seat on the
Meanwhile, the childless Fiona navigates the tangled difficulties of the case while her own marriage disintegrates. Her husband, Jack, has decided the passion has gone out of their marriage, and wants a fling to experience what he and Fiona had in their early days together. She has an amazing ability to separate her personal and professional lives. While she thinks of Jack when she is off the bench, no thought of him intrudes while she hears cases and deliberates.
McEwan’s prose, in this short novel, will not let the reader’s mind stray. He writes, “Among fellow judges, Fiona Maye was praised, even in her absence, for crisp prose, almost ironic, almost warm, and for the compact terms in which she laid out a dispute. The Lord Chief Justice himself was heard to observe of her in a murmured aside at lunch, ‘Godly distance, devilish understanding, and still beautiful.’ Her own view was that with each passing year she inclined a little more to an exactitude some might have called pedantry, to the unassailable definition that might pass one day into frequent citation’” [in law journals] (15).
As do many members of the judiciary, she must walk a razor thin line in the case. Fiona does so with aplomb, confidence, and clarity. Her musings on the case explore the situation from all angles. McEwan writes, “On the other side of the city a teenager confronted with death for his own parents’ beliefs. It was not her business or mission to save him, but to decide what was reasonable and lawful. She would have liked to see this boy for herself, remove herself from a domestic morass, as well from the courtroom, for an hour or two, take a journey, immerse herself in the intricacies, fashion a judgment formed by her own observations” (36). She does visit him, and the two share a tender moment. She returns to the courtroom and renders a decision.
Ian McEwan has a marvelous talent for spinning a story, and The Children Act is an impressive addition to his works, and surely will add to the staggering list of literary awards he has already received. I believe a double meaning lurks in the title. 5 stars
--Jim, 9/21/14
However, her own life is also complicated - her husband feels neglected, possibly going through a midlife crisis, and is considering (maybe already having) an affair. We see that it’s easier for her to be the third party and judge from a distance, and that even the most intelligent, rational, and sensitive people go through what seem like clichéd acts in plays or stories (and of course life itself). We also see that Maye has to live with the consequences of her decision in the Jehovah’s Witness case – it doesn’t just ‘go away’, and life is messy. I also found it interesting to think about her reaction to the boy falling in love with her, vs. what a man’s would be, what her husband’s would be, if he was the judge and it was a young woman falling for him.
I’ve read eight books by McEwan now, and find that he’s at his best in describing relationships. In this one, the feelings and emotions of the middle-aged couple in their long-term marriage ring true. As always, his prose is clean and direct, and he’s smart and cultured without being pompous or overbearing. Well worth reading.
One of her high-profile court cases involves a 17-year-old leukemia patient who needs a blood transfusion, which is forbidden by his and his parents' religion, Jehovah's Witness. The judge's decision is a life or death one.
I may need to reread this book and then rereview it. It's ending was trying to tell me something that I didn't get. I hate to admit that.
McEwan's unwrapping of the layers of the court and the law are fascinating; and he's gone to the trouble of learning about Jehovah's Witness beliefs and presents the Witnesses in a sympathetic light. As characters, the judge, her husband and indeed all the adults, are well drawn and entirely plausible.
Unfortunately, the young 17year old Adam is not; can any British teenager, however protected his upbringing, really be so far removed from popular and contemporary culture? To have a death wish is one thing (and the comparisons to anorexia and self harming are well drawn, and references to other religions which could be made, are not) but to be seemingly totally removed from 21st century modes of behaviour is another.
And because Adam is not believable as a character, to me anyway, a lot of what happens in the second half of the book is both predictable and incredible.
Not that that reduces the enjoyability of the book but does reduce my rating of it a little. Perfectly formed then, but not perfect