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Book Summary InformationAuthor: Ian McEwan Edition: Paperback Audio: English (Unknown); English (Original Language); English (Published) Published: 2008-06-10 ISBN: 0307386171 Number of pages: 224 Publisher: Anchor
Book Reviews of On Chesil BeachBook Review: Heartbreaking & beautiful Summary: 5 Stars
It's 1962. Edward and Florence have just gotten married and now face the colossal expectation looming before their nuptial dinner table: sex. Don't be confused--On Chesil Beach isn't just about sex--there's so much more to it than that. In the spirit of Mrs. Dalloway and McEwan's more recent Saturday, On Chesil Beach culminates in an exhausting and contemplative day that speaks for a waning culture struggling to transition in the face of a worldwide explosion of television, rock and roll, and a war in Vietnam.
The narrative follows dramatic structure. On the surface there is Edward and Florence with all of their apprehensions and anxieties over their wedding night. The thoughts they distract themselves with lead to flashbacks into the past: their first meeting (told from both perspectives); introducing each other to their respective families; their first sexually-charged encounter. These memories are made even more poignant in the narrative when they break the reader away from the present--the moment when Edward and Florence set into motion the unspoken momentum of their conjugal obligations. As the couple navigates the strange and foreign land of their new relationship, so too do they struggle to rise above the norms of society that pull them in two different directions.
Both are, for lack of a better word, very British (in case I didn't mention it, the story takes place in an imagined seaside hotel on the British coast). Florence, and to a lesser extent, Edward, are bound by the protocols and rituals that date themselves within an era of burgeoning freedoms unimaginable and at times, disagreeable. Florence's love of classical music is jarringly sweet and evocative against Edward's newly developed taste for rock and roll. He has no patience for her type of music, the enchanting and layered sounds metaphorical of the complicated and invested plot of transition Ian McEwan has written.
The couple's difficulties are intricately laid out in passionate internal monologues that mirror the frustrations and hopes for the Britain of 1962. On Chesil Beach is a contemplative call to action, a warning: "This is how the entire course of a life can be changed--by doing nothing" (p. 203). It's a novel that can (and will, hopefully) be read again and again for an enduring message of love and patience; I'm still amazed it's only a couple hundred pages long. I love McEwan's ability to inextricably link Edward and Florence's relationship with the fate of British society and culture. At the same time, their efforts are quite personal, however applicable elsewhere. The structure of the narrative is one of my favorite parts of the novel. Especially when Florence's musical abilities (she plays for a string quarter) on the cello are taken into consideration; you can almost hear the musical score behind each act, the strings vibrating with the full range of human emotion as the couple propels themselves into a roller coaster of extremes.
One of Ian McEwan's considerable talents is the ability to write a story as haunting and tragic as it is beautiful. There is always something jarring about his work--the least expected event happens and turns the narrative upside down. His characters are always so vivid and written with an air of contemplation. Edward and Florence are by no means on the same footing when they approach each other across the chasm of their wedding bed--neither are they quite willing to discuss this. Although neither is prepared on the same level as the other (nor expecting the same outcome), they overlook the ordinariness of the situation with a depth I've come to expect of McEwan. But at the heart of this novel, despite the political and social intrusions that define their hesitations and enthusiasms, is the story of two young people arriving at one of the most defining moments of their lives--the one that defines their future for a lifetime. I look forward to reading it again.
Summary of On Chesil BeachIn 1962, Florence and Edward celebrate their wedding in a hotel on the Dorset coast. Yet as they dine, the expectation of their marital duties weighs over them. And unbeknownst to both, the decisions they make this night will resonate throughout their lives. With exquisite prose, Ian McEwan creates in On Chesil Beach a story of lives transformed by a gesture not made or a word not spoken. Such is Ian McEwan's genius that, despite rambling nature walks and the naming of birds, his subject matter remains hermetically sealed in the hearts of two people. It is 1962 when Edward and Florence, 23 and 22 respectively, marry and repair to a hotel on the Dorset coast for their honeymoon. They are both virgins, both apprehensive about what's next and in Florence's case, utterly and blindly terrified and repelled by the little she knows. Through a tense dinner in their room, because Florence has decided that the weather is not fine enough to dine on the terrace, they are attended by two local boys acting as waiters. The cameo appearances of the boys and Edward and Florence's parents and siblings serve only to underline the emotional isolation of the two principals. Florence says of herself: "...she lacked some simple mental trick that everyone else had, a mechanism so ordinary that no one ever mentioned it, an immediate sensual connection to people and events, and to her own needs and desires...." They are on the cusp of a rather ordinary marital undertaking in differing states of readiness, willingness and ardor. McEwan says: "Where he merely suffered conventional first-night nerves, she experienced a visceral dread, a helpless disgust as palpable as seasickness." Edward, having denied himself even the release of self-pleasuring for a week, in order to be tip-top for Florence, is mentally pawing the ground. His sensitivity keeps him from being obvious, but he is getting anxious. Florence, on the other hand, knows that she is not capable of the kind of arousal that will make any of this easy. She has held Edward off for a year, and now the reckoning is upon her. McEwan is the master of the defining moment, that place and time when, once it has taken place, nothing will ever be the same after it. It does not go well and Florence flees the room. "As she understood it, there were no words to name what had happened, there existed no shared language in which two sane adults could describe such events to each other." Edward eventually follows her and they have a poignant and painful conversation where accusations are made, ugly things are said and roads are taken from which, in the case of these two, the way back cannot be found. Late in Edward's life he realizes: "Love and patience--if only he had them both at once--would surely have seen them both through." This beautifully told sad story could have been conceived and written only by Ian McEwan. --Valerie Ryan
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