Monday, November 25, 2013

On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan - a review

On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan - a review

Claim to Fame: 

  • Ian McEwan has written more than 12 -14 novels which have been nominated for various awards.
  • His novel 'Amsterdam' has won the Man Booker prize in the year 1998

         Review
           The sweet fears of a wedding night! That’s the central  plot of the story. Did it bring a smile on your face…hmmm!!

Well, Edward and Florence are just two different  individuals from different walks of life. They meet, they pair off  even though their tastes are different. She is a violin player  and deep into classical music while he’s into rock music. Their  families are equally weird like all families. The hilarious part is  they are madly in love but deep within they don’t like each  other. Can this happen? You bet!

At the wedding night, he, like all normal males, expects  what should be expected. But with her, things are not easy. So  he has to measure his moves and play in a calculative  manner. She, on the other hand, dreads the very act. She  wants to escape it, run away already. She hates SEX itself; he  doesn’t know it yet. All she wants is companionship and support. She wants to live her life playing the violin and be successful. A lot of ‘She’, isn't it?

What he wants is simple and less demanding and just as normal as breathing or eating or drinking or peeing should be. What else would you want on your wedding night, ha? The fact that they have courted each other for quite some time before has not helped. Even his inserting his tongue while kissing had offended her and she had felt dirty.

Things get really worse and go all wrong when he ejaculates all over in excitement at the mere touch of her hand right there. She finds it really disgusting and probably worse than an acid attack. She makes him feel unfit, insults him by cleaning fastidiously and running away from the room without uttering a word. She thinks he has wronged. A small part of her thinks it’s her mistake.

When he comes searching for her, things get awry and all the hatred oozes out from both of them. She says she is even okay for him to be with other females. That’s her cover and alibi for avoiding sex!

They get divorced without consummating the marriage.

The author, in the last pages of the book has expressed extensively how sorry the male character becomes, how he should have shown patience and all that he writes about the female protagonist is her success…hmmm.

Well here’s my take and I take the leap at the risk of being called a chauvinist. Was it Edwards’ problem that Florence was frigid? Was he asking for anything beyond the ordinary? NO! Florence knew her limitations, her shortcomings, then why did she not clear them before marriage? She was the one not normal between the two, then why is he to show that extra bit of patience? And for what, to get insulted, to be called a failure? Sex is a very integral part of any and every marriage and it is only human to mate, and absolutely inhuman to not!

Also, if they would have sweet talked and reconciled on that day in spite of what happened; what then? Would it have never happened again? No my boy, it would happen each single day and when the dirt and hatred creeps deep in the crevices of your emotions, it becomes very difficult to make a fresh start, next to impossible. You live together, but only for the namesake. Mental deficiencies like this should be discussed in advance, not kept for being discovered on the wedding night!

To be very frank, the book caught my attention only after the actual incident of their wedding night. The initial part, I felt was dragging. The characters and their minds, their emotions have been portrayed with a transparency that is the lineament of a writer of Ian McEwan’s stature. The hilarity of the plot is its gloominess. The severance of the protagonists has been dealt tactfully and with much needed subtlety. Though, it’s easier said than done, sometimes it becomes very difficult to hold back, to not take for granted; at other times it becomes difficult to utter a single correct sentence or a word – and the author has handled this very craftily.

It takes a great effort to cross that thin line between ego and self respect. And at the end of each day, you think, was it/is it worth it?
My rating : * * * * * * * * * *  6/10
Ian McEwan

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