The Man on the Endless Stair by Chris Barkley review: 'an ambitious first novel'
Chris Barkley’s debut about a novelist trying to solve a murder on a Scottish island is sometimes absurd and fantastical but always very readable, writes Allan Massie
This is a first novel, and an ambitious one. This means that one should treat it carefully, indeed gently, neither hailing it as a masterpiece (which very few novels are) or condemning it as pretentious and confused. In truth, it’s a mixture, now compelling, now irritating.
The publishers describe it as “Agatha Christie meets Italo Calvino” – certainly an attractive idea. Still, the detective side of the novel lacks Christie’s ruthless morality, while the Calvino side doesn’t quite achieve the Italian novelist’s ability to make the fantastical appear as natural as our home town.
However, the somewhat extravagant comparison does say something about the novel. It is set on a Scottish island, murders take place while there is no communication with the mainland, and there is fantasy presented as realism.
The novel is set a few years after the end of the Second World War. Euan, a veteran of the Normandy Campaign and now an aspiring Scottish novelist, has caught the attention of Malcolm Furnivall, a successful author of highbrow crime novels. (They sound like the sort of thing that CS Lewis’s friend Charles Williams used to write.)
Euan has written an article about Malcolm in Cyril Connolly's magazine, Horizon. All this is excellent fooling and agreeably done, even if Malcolm is an absurd and unconvincing character. The same may be said of his island, where he has built a mansion, already falling into disrepair; his books are written in a “writing shed” in the grounds. Fair enough, though the shed with its tunnels in the basement is not very convincing.
Malcolm, finding his powers failing, drenched in whisky too, is seemingly stuck on what should be the final volume of what sounds like a sadly pretentious sequence, and so he invites Euan to the island, where he will be, as it were, consecrated as his heir. Malcolm has a son and daughter, also a wife and various hangers-on, all of whom may resent Euan. But Malcolm makes it clear that Euan is to be entrusted with the work of completing his last manuscript.
This is not a popular decision. Then Malcolm is shot and – the Christie touch – the telephone line to the mainland goes dead. Moreover, the manuscript cannot be found. Euan has to search for it and try to solve the murder. He sets about it energetically, if not all that intelligently.
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So The Man on the Endless Stair becomes a quest novel, as Euan tries to find a way through the maze. His method is not the best: he throws out accusations without evidence. Well, he is of course confused, and his own mind is as disturbed as Malcolm’s for he is obsessed with a sister who vanished years ago.
Still, even if his quest teeters at times on the brink of absurdity, as other characters disappear and his own life is threatened, it’s all entertaining enough. Sometimes Barkley writes very well, sometimes badly; he has the tiresome habit, one even school teachers warn their pupils against, of saying “I decided to do etc”. Don’t say decide, one tells pupils, just do it.
The plot is extravagant, conversations often absurd, and yet one keeps reading and doing so with pleasure. Barkley has imagination and talent, and one has to remember this is only his first novel. It’s confused and confusing at times, but he is richly talented and, with self-discipline, will write better.
The Man On The Endless Stair by Chris Barkley, Polygon, £14.99. Chris Barkley is appearing at the Edinburgh International Book Festival on 14 August
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