There
are several writers in the world who I am familiar with their name,
and given particular reviews, feel
instinctively that I would like, perhaps even love, only for one
reason or another I still have not gotten around to reading them.
Graham Joyce was always one such writer. Respected by other authors
whose work I admire and reviewed highly by more sophisticated
readership, he remained unread for reasons only the gods can
perceive. That is, until now: Some Kind of Fairy Tale (2012)
has been read, and it’s easy to say, my instincts regarding Joyce
have been utterly and thoroughly vetted.
After
twenty years away and her family and friends thinking her dead, Tara
Martin walks back into the family home one Christmas day. Her mother
fainting to the floor, everyone, including Tara’s brother Pete, are
in shock. Not looking a day older than when they last saw her,
Tara’s appearance matches her story—that she was kidnapped by
fairies just six months ago, but overall just doesn’t add up to the
real world of loss, heartache, and pain the past two decades have
brought to those closest to her. And that’s only the first few
chapters…
Some
Kind of Fairy Tale is one of those novels whose summary does it
no justice. It’s a select group of readers who will be immediately
turned on by the premise described above, yet certainly the novel
will appeal to a much wider audience given Joyce’s talents with
prose, story, and character. Add to this the reader is always
treated with a strong measure of intelligence and maturity (a
necessary given the novel’s usage of the fantastic) and you have
the makings of a very strong novel. Joyce fully cognizant of the
literal centuries of fairy stories and tales coming prior to his
novel, he clearly positions the story as a 21st century update. A
real challenge given the amount of science which has infiltrated
Western culture, in many ways destroying the possibility of fairy
tales, Joyce nevertheless spins this aspect positively, playing off
the juxtaposition of Tara’s psychiatrist’s findings with her
seemingly supernatural story. Oscillating between true/not true in
suspenseful fashion, a solid portion of the novel’s momentum is
maintained by the uncertain reality of the story—a real fairy tale,
that.
As
one hopes given the story type, the characters are front and center.
Realistically presented with real emotions, actions, and reactions,
each comes from the tapestry of life—from Pete’s emotionally
intelligent wife Genevieve to Tara’s former boyfriend now
struggling musician Richey, Pete’s teenage children to Tara’s
slightly eccentric psychiatrist, all work within and inform Tara’s
amazing story and truly have the reader sympathetic to all
perspectives.
In
the end, Some Kind of Fairy Tale is one of those character
driven dramas so difficult to put down for the manner in which the
plot’s premise is so finely and delicately balanced across
multiple, often opposing viewpoints. Through the eyes of rich,
full-blooded people, we get perspectives into Tara’s “fairy
tale”, the tension as to its reality played, unpacked one
intriguing detail at a time. Master story from a master storyteller.
Great stuff.
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