A wanting, a yearning

Lark by Anthony McGowan.
The Truth of Things 4,
Barrington Stoke 2020 (2019)

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was meant to be a stroll, a laugh.

A lark.

Going for a walk on the Yorkshire moors when you’re underprepared is never a good idea. Especially when snow is on the way,and you’ve set off later than you should have. And when you’re responsible for your brother who has learning difficulties.

Teenager Nicky and his older brother are filling in time before their mother flies in for a visit with the boys and their father, from whom she’s divorced. As a way to distract them from excitement mixed in with some anxiety, their father suggests a little expedition on a walk he used to do as a lad.

But Nicky is inexperienced and underestimates the dangers involved; it’s a lot of responsibility to load onto his shoulders. It’s all very well to buoy up Kenny with stories he has thought up — until they find themselves embroiled in a real-life story which mayn’t have a happy ending.

This is — as all the best stories are — a tale about love. Love of siblings, of parents, of surrogate parents, of animal companions, and of course the first crush. And it’s about how one reacts when that love is tested.

The last of a quartet of novellas composed for readers with reading difficulties, Lark is not only perfectly relatable as a standalone but is also testament to the fact that ‘simple’ writing needn’t be simplistic, nor does it exclude moments of beauty and emotion. In fact this was a narrative of real skill which kept me glued to the page in virtually one sitting.

The adults are very much relegated to the background because the author’s focus is almost entirely on Nicky and Kenny, and to a lesser extent on their faithful terrier Tina. The way their strong sibling bonds shine through feels absolutely authentic, as does the daring scatological badinage; while Nicky’s concern for his brother’s wellbeing is a joy to behold even while it’s severely tested.

I won’t expand on the plot any more for fear of spoiling Lark for new readers, but I will add that I was extremely moved by the last few chapters. And if they don’t affect you then the epilogue surely will.

And after what starts off as a joke, a lark, there eventually is a real live bird:

“the mad ecstatic music of the lark […] the small bird straining upwards […] all effort, as if hauling itself up by sheer will — a wanting, a yearning.”

It’s not hard to see how this moving novella has merited its many plaudits and its award.

6 thoughts on “A wanting, a yearning

  1. Beautiful, Chris, just beautiful. You have summed up this book which I love perfectly. I completely agree about the central theme of love. Anthony McGowan conveys so much emotion and understanding of families in this story that I found it equally moving on my second read of it as my first. You have conveyed that in this thoughtful review, thank you.

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  2. Barrington Stoke have some superb books for those with reading difficulties. I’ve read a couple and enjoyed them very much, and they’re just as skillfully written, if not more so, than any normal children’s novels. This one sounds wonderful.

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    1. I shall have to search their catalogue, I think, if this is the quality of material that they publish. Writing for early or slow readers doesn’t deserve to be at the level of ‘Peter and Mary see the dog. The dog sees the ball’, or even one step up from Dr Seuss, wonderful though his stuff is.


  3. It’s hard for people who have never been to a moor to imagine the dangers. When we made a trip through England a few years ago we debated a lot about which moor to visit and finally settled on the one next to the Bronte house. Our short walk there lets us imagine now what someone is talking about when they describe a moor.

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    1. You’re right, of course — moorland, like any wild or semi-wild environment, is potentially deceptive: distances, terrain, and of course weather. I envy you your moorland excursion by Haworth: I’ve only had brief experience of the North Yorkshire moors (which is where this novella is set) and rather longer living in Wales, but Brontë country is somewhere I’ve yet to visit though I’ve been there vicariously!

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