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Thursday, April 3, 2025

Commess concealed

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Be­gin­ning Mr Lover­man (Pen­guin UK, 2013) is like over­hear­ing choice gos­sip in the mar­ket, con­duct­ed be­tween two stri­dent sales­women hawk­ing bun­dles of bha­ji, moun­tains of toma­toes, hands of green fig. You bas­ket your pur­chas­es and move on re­luc­tant­ly, wish­ing all the while that you could stay for the du­ra­tion of the bac­cha­nal.The good thing about Bernar­dine Evaris­to's sev­enth book is that the commess and com­mo­tion comes right up to your front door, knocks sharply, and de­mands the best seat in your house.Evaris­to's pre­vi­ous pub­li­ca­tions in­clude Hel­lo Mum (2010); Blonde Roots (2008) and the verse nov­el, The Em­per­or's Babe (2001), which was named one of the UK Times' Best 100 Books of 2000-2009. She is a po­et­ry judge for the 2014 OCM Bo­cas Prize for Caribbean Lit­er­a­ture, and the men­tor of the in­au­gur­al Hol­lick Ar­von Caribbean Writer's prizewin­ner, Bar­bara Jenk­ins.

What's the ram­bunc­tion at the core of Mr Lover­man? The "lover­man" in ques­tion, a nat­ti­ly at­tired sep­tu­a­ge­nar­i­an by the name of Bar­ring­ton Je­didi­ah Walk­er, Esq, has been lead­ing a dou­ble life. His long-suf­fer­ing wife, Carmel, be­lieves Bar­ring­ton (Bar­ry, to his friends) to be an in­cor­ri­gi­ble adul­ter­er, one who carous­es about Hack­ney with any num­ber of, as she puts it, god­less women.

She's on­ly half right: Bar­ry is in­deed rou­tine­ly un­faith­ful to Carmel, but the ob­ject of his true ar­dour and af­fec­tion is none oth­er than his best friend of some six­ty-odd years, Mor­ris Court­ney de la Roux.Ever since their boy­hood days, in the close quar­tered vil­lage com­mu­ni­ties of St John's, An­tigua, Mor­ris and Bar­ry have been thick as thieves. Their bond hasn't di­min­ished, not through the fluc­tu­a­tions brought on by em­i­gra­tion, their con­ven­tion­al mar­riages to women, and fa­ther­hood. Will Bar­ry be able to break new ground in his re­la­tion­ship with Mor­ris, and at what cost can he take their decades-old courtship in­to the light?

On its face, Mr Lover­man reads a bit like trans­plant­ed do­mes­tic com­e­dy-dra­ma, flavoured with a hon­eyed touch of Alexan­der Mc­Call Smith. Delve past a sur­face in­ter­pre­ta­tion, how­ev­er, and it be­comes ev­i­dent: Evaris­to primes the sub­text of the work with far more bite than you'd ex­pect.Ho­mo­sex­u­al­i­ty isn't turned out like a gaudy, chintz-em­bell­ished plot cen­tre­piece from which the writer spins an ut­ter­ly or­di­nary yarn. In­stead, Bar­ry's gay­ness is em­blem­at­ic of the ways in which avoid­ance has flavoured his en­tire fop­pish, yet se­cre­tive life.Dur­ing a con­ver­sa­tion with his el­der daugh­ter's stri­dent girl­friend, Bar­ry pon­ders the hard truths that his life of art­ful con­ceal­ment has wrought."In that mo­ment," he thinks, "I want­ed to tell this stranger, this Mer­le, this girl from the tiny is­land of Montser­rat, that I had com­men­su­rate pref­er­ences too, but I couldn't be a brave war­rior like her. I want­ed to tell her about Mor­ris. I want­ed to sing his name out in­to the light.

"We all present care­ful­ly se­lect­ed ver­sions of we-selves to the world at large," mus­es Bar­ry, and this sen­ti­ment is no less true for his frus­trat­ed wife than it is for him­self. Carmel's chap­ters, span­ning decades and con­duct­ed in ram­bling, self-in­ter­rog­a­tive tracts, are as telling as they are damn­ing.Bar­ry's wife swift­ly los­es aux­il­iary sta­tus in her nar­ra­tive. Through her time-shift­ing seg­ments, deep swathes of loss and sex­u­al re­pres­sion pour out, re­veal­ing a woman hun­gry for a brand of her hus­band's love, that, un­be­knownst to her, has long been giv­en to an­oth­er.

The nov­el in­ves­ti­gates the re­grets that are eas­i­ly sum­moned by a life­time of avoid­ance, but it al­so dredges up a buf­fet of oth­er com­plex themes. Bar­ry, Carmel, Mor­ris and oth­ers all con­front, in both large and small in­stances, is­sues of cul­tur­al alien­ation, of gen­er­a­tional di­vide, of re­li­gious fer­vour and its ag­nos­tic ab­sence.

The read­er is treat­ed to a patch­work as­sem­blage of Stoke New­ing­ton's his­tor­i­cal mul­ti­cul­tur­al­ism, and of the roles that Caribbean Britons have played since their in­tro­duc­tion to the Unit­ed King­dom.Evaris­to's sto­ry­telling is con­sis­tent­ly sat­is­fy­ing, even in the wake of the nov­el's pos­si­bly tidy se­ries of con­clu­sions. Mr Lover­man, how­ev­er, is a ri­ot on the page, a lush­ly con­duct­ed af­fair that's beg­ging for filmic treat­ment. In this world, as in the re­al one, hap­py end­ings don't come with­out cost, and what con­sti­tutes "hap­py" can be lever­aged against an adult life­time's sac­ri­fices and scars.


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