March 27, 2009

Adam Foulds: The Broken Word

Posted in Foulds Adam at 8:00 am by John Self

I first heard of Adam Foulds last year when his debut novel, The Truth About These Strange Times, won him the Sunday Times Young Author of the Year award. I second heard of him when his debut book of poetry, The Broken Word, won the Costa Poetry Award and narrowly missed out on the overall Book of the Year gong. And I do mean narrowly: it was a 5-4 vote by the judges (and one of the five wavered), who went for Sebastian Barry’s The Secret Scripture instead. If we take into account that the judges’ praise of The Secret Scripture was highly qualified (“there was a lot wrong with it. It was flawed in many ways – almost nobody liked the ending”), then it will surely be uncontroversial to say: here is the real winner of the Costa award.

Old, or easy, habits die hard. It was difficult for me not to have at least a little eye-rolling response when I heard that this book is a narrative poem addressing the Mau Mau Uprising in Kenya in the 1950s. It just sounds so … earnest. That, even if the book was no good, is a shameful response, but I include it in the hope that anyone reading this who shares it, will now read on and be pleasantly surprised – be positively delighted – as I was.

The Broken Word is a tale of when civilization meets savagery – with identification of which is which neatly blurred. The Kenyan rebels butcher those loyal to the British regime:

The patrol pulled into the sergeant’s own village
to see it almost finished. No one screaming.
The men labouring hard, quietly, as in a workshop,
a boat builders’ yard,
limbs and parts scattered around them,
their wet blades in the flamelight
glimmering rose and peach.

and the British respond in kind.

Yes. Chaps got a bit worked up,
actually, sort of let them
have it somewhat.

The writing is elegant and laconic, full of space, which – just about – enables Foulds to cover a meaty issue in 60 pages. The reader must do the work of allowing each chapter break to expand to days or weeks of unseen activity, otherwise time can seem to tumble over itself. Colonial comfort (“Sipping the fragrant blue acid / of a gin and tonic”) rubs shoulders with bloody violence (“he’d have to clean / with bucket and sponge / each wet red gust / from the station wall”). Sometimes both these aspects of British rule are efficiently brought together (“Two shots from the hut. / A smattering of applause / as from a cricket pavilion”).

The beauty of the imperialism/colonialism theme for a writer is that it provides a handy parallel for today – the reader needn’t look far for echoes of Guantanamo Bay and Abu Ghraib in Compound Nine, the British ‘interrogation’ unit:

Three weeks later two of the men came back,
wordless and unsteady, heavily edited. Between them:
nine fingers, two ears, three eyes, no testicles.
No good to anyone, they were let out
to wander briefly as mayflies
and die as a warning.

The Broken Word may not present new revelations about its subject (though its subject in itself will be news to many, including me) or themes, but it does present it all seductively. The central character, Tom, provides the main spring of the story as he experiences events which might fairly be called character-building, though his tragedy is the character that this leaves him with. This in turn leads to the drama of the last chapter, which seemed appropriate but too eager to end the book on a neat finish. Nonetheless The Broken Word is a fine achievement, whose greatest strength is also its weakness: the word-by-word perfection, a sort of clean beauty, which dilutes the effect of the horror contained within even as it opens our eyes to it.

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8 Comments »

  1. Tony S. said,

    Starting with “Golden Gate” by Vikram Seth to novels by Anne Carson and Brad Leithauser to “Ludlow” by David Mason, I have treasured verse-novels. I will certainly keep “The Broken Word” by Adam Foulds in mind.

  2. John I have looked and looked and I can’t see whether you had your baby. I assume you did. Please say.

  3. John Self said,

    I did Candy, or rather my wife did. You can see a little pic of him right here >>>

    Tony, thanks for reminding me about The Golden Gate, which I have read and enjoyed (I think it was written in sonnets, wasn’t it?). I also thought of Craig Raine’s History: the Home Movie (Foulds’ book was first published in Raine’s magazine Areté), and a book published last year, Sharp Teeth by Toby Barlow. I didn’t know about Carson, Leithauser or Mason though, so thanks.

  4. He’s adorable. Congratulations to both of you.

  5. Charles said,

    It’s possible that Adam Foulds’s book signals a new interest in narrative verse – hardly a new form (Seth’s Golden Gate nods back to Pushkin; and Byron made a career out of this), but in recent decades a rarely used one. If I may, two new examples: Natural Mechanical by J. O. Morgan, a verse memoir of a Scottish childhood (with advance praise from Simon Armitage and Andrew Motion), and Christopher Reid’s The Song of Lunch, a book-length account of a lunch between former lovers that moves from nostalgia to revelation. I’m slightly uneasy, John, about using your site as an advertisement (these two books happen to be the first poetry books from CB editions, of which I happen to be the publisher) – but (a) bringing small-press books to the attention of interested readers is a damn hard thing, and (b) the occupation by poetry of territory traditionally ruled by prose is interesting in itself, a reminder that there’s more ways than one to skin rabbits.

  6. Fiona said,

    He was reading in Dun Laoghaire yesterday, at the DLR Poetry Now Festival, and I missed him alas. Did you make it, perchance?

  7. John Self said,

    Sorry, I didn’t, Fiona. I’m in Belfast so Dun Laoghaire would be a 200-mile round trip, and given that I seem to be under house arrest between the hours of 6pm and 8am these days – blame a little chap mentioned above – it’s not likely to happen in the foreseeable future either! I do think Foulds is a writer who is going to become very big – insofar as poets and purveyors of litfic become big – in the coming years. So I’m happy to get in on the ground floor.

    Charles, I’ll let you off this time! Good luck with the Reid and Morgan.

  8. […] Foulds: The Quickening Maze When I read Adam Foulds’ Costa-winning narrative verse The Broken Word, I felt that he is a writer who is going to be big – or as big as literary writers get to be […]


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