Thursday 27 August 2020

Conversations with Friends | Sally Rooney | Book Review

 



I was just re-reading my review of Normal People, the second book by Sally Rooney, and I was surprised to see that apparently I was put off reading her first, Conversations with Friends, by Goodreads reviews - strange, looking at it now.

True, I had bought this a few weeks back and every time I thought about what to read next, I kept putting it off. What could this book really offer? - I wondered. Is it just hype? "Two couples' relationships become messily entangled in this mordantly funny debut that established Rooney as the formidable new voice of a generation," reads the Waterstones description. Am I to blame that I thought this is going to be a cliché?

Then, of course, I should have known better. Similarly to Normal People, it isn't the premise that's going to make this book - it's that, and everything else, as it turns out.

What did I like about it?

Just like in her second book, Rooney demonstrates a sharp eye for details that are so obvious that most writers today just don't bother describing them, perhaps. Or perhaps it's that cool detachment that, to me, is so characteristic of her writing - a kind of alien, removed point of view that presents everyday feelings and conversations as something novel and fascinating. Simple words and expressions gain superpowers - it's your life, all our lives, on LSD.

I enjoyed the power of longing throughout, like when Frances, the young narrator, desperately longs to be understood and cared for - "I wanted to tell him about the hospital then, because he was in such a nice mood with me, and he might say consoling things, but I knew it would make the conversation serious. I didn't like cornering him into having serious conversations," - instead of feeling the usual darkness of wanting to disappear, feeling like she could disappear without a trace. "I decided to drink as much milkshake as I could without taking a breath. When my mouth started hurting I didn't stop. I didn't stop when my head started hurting, either. I didn't stop until Bobbi said: Frances, are you planning to drown there? Then I looked up like everything was normal and said: what?".

How many times have we said 'what?' just to elongate that second of attention we received just then?

I love the feelings that the story stirs up through a plot that most of us have come across thousands of times, and yet here it feels fresh and new, like we ourselves are feeling those feelings for the first time. Hands touching by accident; eyes locking in public spaces where they shouldn't; a first, stolen kiss in a storage room, all presented with style and modesty that stops it from ever feeling like a cliché. The writing is truly masterful. And when it all goes wrong, as we all know it will, we feel the hurt that Frances feels deeply, like it's our heart that is being broken. It is so unique and so powerful for this effect on readers to be achieved through words.

There's also a lot of subtle explorations of the self versus what we want others to think - a crucial theme in the book. "I don't want you to think that I like her"; "I laughed to myself although there was no one there to see me.". It's a constant struggle that's depicted through simple conversations - who can play it cooler - and small acts of rebellion. I think it's the subtlety of these small acts that make this book so brilliant, to me anyway.

What was I not massively fond of?

The only thing that I could highlight, if I had to, is the story line of Frances' endometriosis. Not the story line itself, in fact, which works very well; just the elements that sometimes step into the over-dramatic, for me. Just to reiterate this is by no means to discredit these absolutely truthful and valid experiences of this difficult condition. It is just that there seems to be a tendency in new books, concerning young women, for the protagonists to have an excuse to faint or be seriously ill, so that the love interests and friends have to dial it down and be nice to them again.

Recent examples include Queenie and Promising Young Women, both of which widely overstepped the melodrama line in the sand in my opinion.

But that's only if you really want me to say something in this section.

Overall

Do you need any more convincing?

This is a shockingly brilliant debut novel, followed by a similarly brilliant second book. It digs deep into our hearts and souls and examines us with a magnifying glass. It points to shadowy corners and memories long forgotten - 'look, it's still there!' - yeah, thanks Sally, I was trying to bury that?

I'm really looking forward to more works from her. Her writing honestly makes me feel like a living, breathing, feeling human again, and lifts me above the grey everydays.

9/10