| Tamsin | |||||||||||||||
| Peter S. Beagle | |||||||||||||||
| Roc Books, 275 pages | |||||||||||||||
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A review by Charlene Brusso
The opening of Tamsin is deceptively slow -- with good reason, for
as Jenny, our 19-year-old narrator, points out, "the hard part about
writing a book isn't telling what happened, even if it happened a long
time ago -- it's trying to call back, not just the way you felt about the
thing that happened, but the entire person who felt that way."
Jenny's looking back on what happened when she was 13, when
she lived in a small but cozy New York City apartment with her mom and
the imperious-but-gracious Mister Cat. Her parents were amicably
divorced and school wasn't too bad, thanks to her best friends Jake and
Marta. Things were relatively stable, at least as stable as anything in
a 13-year-old's life could be. Until her mom fell in love with
Evan, a British agricultural biologist with two sons of his own from a
previous marriage, and a commitment to revamp an antique estate called
Stourhead Farm in distant Dorset, England.
Goodbye New York, goodbye United States, and hello to foreign folk
and parts unknown. Between adapting to a brand new family, trying to
understand the thick local accent, and bemoaning the temporary loss of
Mister Cat, who's doomed to 6 months of quarantine, Jenny might as
well be on another planet, and she makes sure everyone in the family
knows about it. As she says, looking back from age 19, "Everybody says
how I'd turn between one minute and the next into a sullen little
hemorrhoid with feet. And I know I did. I meant to."
As if her new life isn't foreign enough, however, Dorset also
seems to be absolutely steeped in representatives of every tricksy fae
character from legend you could want to meet. The gabble rachett of the
Wild Hunt clatters overhead on stormy, blowy nights. The old farmhouse
stubbornly resists being wired for electricity thanks to a cocky little
boggart with a hand for petty mischief, and "The Billy-Blind," a gnomish
little yenta-type, gives Jenny more advice than she could use in a
lifetime. And then she encounters Tamsin Willoughby, the 300-year-old
ghostly daughter of the farm's original owner.
As ghosts go, Tamsin is a gentle, dreamy sort, older than Jenny
but kind and friendly, and also fearful. She can't -- or won't -- remember
the source of the fear which steers her actions even now. Something
threatening lies in wait, something three centuries old which still
lurks around the Dorset farmland, searching for Tamsin and an end to
unfinished business. Slowly Jenny pieces together her ghost's history,
connecting the Willoughby's to Monmouth's Rebellion and the Bloody
Assizes, when King James sent brutal and infamous Judge George Jeffries
to Dorset to make an example of those who might defy his right to
kingship. The story Jenny uncovers can't be complete, however -- not
until Tamsin willingly recalls what happened herself and faces that
murky piece of her past. Jenny must reconstruct those moments Tamsin
won't talk about, to reveal the reasons behind Tamsin's fear and the
name of the dark threat that still hangs over the farm and its unhappy
ghost.
Beagle handles Jenny's first-person narration with consummate
realism. Anyone who's ever been 13 will recognize themselves in
her voice, as well as empathizing with the older, more mature
storyteller who takes no pains to hide her embarrassment at recalling
her stormy adolescent behaviour. This is a dual coming-of-age story in a
way. Both Tamsin and Jenny must accept their new states of existence
even as they come to terms with past mistakes, taking responsibility for
themselves and the future. With his latest work, Beagle has crafted a
multi-layered novel with plenty to say about friendship, family, and
growing up.
Charlene's sixth grade teacher told her she would burn her eyes out before she was 30 if she kept reading and writing so much. Fortunately he was wrong. Her work has also appeared in Aboriginal SF, Amazing Stories, Dark Regions, MZB's Fantasy Magazine, and other genre magazines. |
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