Infinite space

Medieval walled garden

Sarah Singleton: The Poison Garden
Simon and Schuster 2009

The ultimate origin of Paradise is a walled enclosure, an enclosed space where one can cultivate plants and enjoy the delights of running water. Since its Iranian beginnings five or six centuries before the birth of Christ it has accumulated so much symbolism, associations and expectations but that image of the walled garden has remained a constant, whether in the guise of parkland or as the smallest suburban plot. How much do we all, gardeners or not, see it as a place of peace, of repose, as a piece of heaven on earth!

But that walled garden concept is never so tightly bounded as by the confines of our own skull, within the folds of our brains: “I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space,” as Hamlet said, and that idea of a garden at once expansive and yet contained is at the heart of Sarah Singleton’s haunting novel.

We first meet young Thomas Kurt Reiter at his grandmother’s funeral. Wandering around her garden afterwards he comes across a wooden box placed on a sundial. A curious stranger called Blake leads him through what the man terms the grandmother’s ‘secret’ garden before violently attacking a stranger playing a violin by the grave of Thomas’s grandmother. Thomas is naturally confused by what has happened, and even more astonished to later hear from his grandmother’s lawyer that when he is fourteen he is to be apprenticed to Mr Constantine, a London chemist and herbalist. All this sets the scene for Singleton’s mysterious Gothick fantasy, all against a backdrop of Victorian England — all freezing cold and mists — to which is added a touch of the supernatural (with a revenant) and clandestine guilds.

It is only when Thomas is apprenticed that he learns about the Guild of Medical Herbalists, an ancient organisation which has recently been revived. When he discovers that his grandmother was a member it soon becomes clear that she was murdered by poison, and that each of the current members are being targeted. But how, and by whom? The answers begin in his grandmother’s oak chest, in which resides the wooden box that Thomas found earlier on the sundial.

Here then is the confluence of Time and Space. Time, prefigured by that sundial, is effectively stopped in the various gardens that Thomas visits, where seasons remain constant though the planting may show signs of neglect. Space, on the other hand, is subsumed within the objects contained not only in Thomas’ box but also the others that he comes to know of, these objects becoming virtual black holes where reality is sucked in and distorted before being spat out.

Not only is this a case of Doctor Who’s TARDIS meets medieval Guild; there are other themes to be met in this Box-of-Delights sort of book. The various gardens that Thomas either visits or hears about — Arcadia, Acoma, Albion, Brocéliande, Tadmor, Nineveh, Xanadu — not only are redolent of ancient sites associated with horticulture (pastureland, a desert mesa, a “green and pleasant land”, a forest, an oasis, legendary hanging gardens and a pleasure park) but are also connected with aspects of herbalism (poisons, hallucinogens, aphrodisiacs, soporifics, healing plants and scents).

Their guardian gardeners also may have suggestive names: Blake is naturally with Albion, Constantine takes control of Tadmor (capital of the ancient Palmyran Empire, rival to Rome and possibly a spur to the founding of Constantinople) while the mellifluous forenames of Ernestina, Augusta and Louisa perhaps recall Octavia Hill, one of the founders of the National Trust. I should also add the young and enigmatic Maud (about whom I’d like to have known more) who, as well as recalling Ophelia in Shakespeare’s play, also takes her name from the poem (and song) ‘Come into the garden, Maud, | For the black bat Night has flown…’

Thomas Kurt Reiter is an interesting young man whose names seem to allude to aspects of his character. Various figures called Thomas (Tam Lin, Thomas the Rhymer, Tam o’ Shanter) were supposed to have visited Fairyland; his curt mannerisms, so much a barrier to him being an attractive protagonist, may account for his middle name; and we’re told that Reiter, which in German means ‘rider’, is as a surname “locational, derived from places called Reit or Reith (with an original meaning of ‘clearing’)” and thus another indication of a cultivated space.

There’s also an Arthurian or Welsh dimension to Thomas’ background: his grandmother’s garden is called Brocéliande, after the Arthurian forest in Brittany, and — like Gwion Bach in the native story of the witch Ceridwen– Thomas licks a finger he has stuck in his grandmother’s cooking, thereby gaining insights into a magical world. And the wooden box and the strange object it contains are all reminiscent of conflicting medieval descriptions of the Holy Grail. Now I’ve seen critical commentary on his supposed lack of character development, but to me Thomas seems like a typical 14-year-old boy, prey to his emotions and convinced he knows what is right. Typical, that is, except for all these layers of mythical significance which weigh him down.

So much for hidden depths in Singleton’s fantasy; does it stand up on its own merits? The Poison Garden works cleverly across genres — part murder mystery, ghost story, Gothick romance and fairytale — keeping the reader intrigued and guessing. Then there are larger than life characters (though I found the female figures less convincing than the strongly delineated males), most with secrets of their own, not all of whom survive and whose demise we might regret. There is also a strong sense of atmosphere (the story is set in the middle of the 19th century, with Dickensian overtones) which is well maintained through to the end.

So, much to admire here, though Thomas remains as much of an enigma in the closing chapter as he did in the first: what’s the significance of his German background? why does his immediate family cease to figure in the narrative? and what’s his burning motivation beyond the solving of the mystery of the gardens of Eden? I was not totally engaged with him but, on the plus side, I was buoyed up and gripped by the action.


One little postscript: as well as the historical Guild of Medical Herbalists, a wonderful concept of the author’s, Sarah Singleton acknowledges the existence of the Guild of Funerary Violinists and its ‘learned’ historian Rohan Kriwaczek. The interested browser can explore these sites and their many links to its history, members, both printed and recorded music, and international conferences. With its fascinating subject matter, practices and motto (: “no funeral without a fiddle”) wouldn’t it be marvellous to believe that it actually existed?

2018 Ultimate Reading Challenge: a book by an author I haven’t read before

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18 thoughts on “Infinite space

    1. I’ve made it sound rich — and it is, Laurie! — but you don’t need to be aware of all the resonances to enjoy it, just feel free to wallow in the whole mystery-fantasy miasma it conjures up!

  1. I’m quite confused. I so want the Guild of Funerary violinists to exist, but I fear it doesn’t. I have just read the blurb of her prize winning book Century and will have to read it…two sisters, Mercy and Charity, live in a house where it is always winter.

    1. She’s definitely an author I shall want to read more of. Maybe it will be Century; I wonder though why you should be attracted to a novel about two sisters?!

      Like you I’d like the Guild of Funerary Violinists to be real, but Rohan K makes a good play of establishing its credentials. 😊

  2. elmediat

    The Guild of Funerary Violinists, like the Confederacy of Coffin Makers, is never out of work. 🙂

    Fascinating book that I now need to add to my growing stack. 😀

  3. Christine

    I was intrigued by the story’s concept but your review has completely sold me on the book. There is no doubt that I would have broken my resolution to keep book purchases to a strict minimum were it not for the fact that it does not exist in digital format (and of course I would never dream of buying the physical copy until I get through more of my reading stack… there’s less guilt in digital books tucked away in an e-reader than in, say, a desk covered in carefully crafted leaning towers of fiction).

    1. I don’t know if you’ve read Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell but if you have then you may have some idea of the atmosphere of this book even though the narrative style is rather different. It was relatively easy to accept the magic and even the existence of these very plausible guilds. It’s not perfect, of course, unlike Susannah Clarke’s novel (which is sublime) but enjoyable all the same.

      I’m sorry it’s not available electronically, surprising with a wonderful publisher like Simon & Schuster, but maybe they’re do less of that or perhaps the novel’s age tells against it. So no solution insight, Christine, sadly!

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