Vaporous moments, impossible to hold on to.
A silly thing – it always was – a kipper on a pantry shelf, a room with green linoleum, an old-fashioned hoop bowling silently along. It had been nothing, just something fluttering and tugging at a memory. Each time an event is revisited, a small shift in circumstances pivots the story in a different direction. It takes a couple of chapters to settle into the rapid chronological shifts, however, the use of small but consistent details – a dog named Lucky, a missing child, an uninvited kiss, secretarial school – provide anchor points for each of Ursula’s lives. If Hitler had died at birth, or if someone had kidnapped him as a baby and brought him up in – I don’t know, say, a Quaker household – surely things would be different.’ ‘If just one small thing had been changed, in the past, I mean. ‘Don’t you wonder sometimes,’ Ursula said. Darkness fell.Īnd darkness falls multiple times – drowning, slipping off a roof, illness, gas inhalation, suicide.Ītkinson employs the ever-compelling idea that one moment in time can change the course of history. Stopped suddenly like a bird dropped from the sky. Ursula’s story begins in England, in 1910, when she dies at birth, the umbilical cord around her neck – I should be shouting from the rooftops “EVERYBODY! READ KATE ATKINSON’S LIFE AFTER LIFE! IT’S A MARVEL!”Ītkinson’s carefully constructed story follows Ursula Todd, as she lives and dies over and over again. I’d love to hear your thoughts….I dither writing reviews for books that I absolutely adored. It has generated a lot of mixed reviews (what book hasn’t?) I for one found it captivating and unique. Bleak and tragic at times but witty and uplifting at others Life After Life is beautifully written and structured. It’s a very tricky book to put down and pick up where you left of and not have to backtrack in order to make sense of Ursula’s current path. I admit I became frustrated at some parts, having to go back and check dates and details to have a coherent timeline of events in my head. I also feel the resetting of time also provided the reader with a deeper understanding and empathy towards Atkinson’s characters. I read online that some readers felt cheated by Ursula’s timeline resetting after dark and poignant moments in her life causing them never to have happened, I disagree, it gave me hope that she was destined for more Ursula became stronger through the lessons she had learnt and the experiences she had encountered. It demonstrates how the tiniest of moments and the smallest of decisions can completely alter the whole course of history. Kate Atkinson’s beautiful, but heartbreaking tale of the uncertainties of destiny and the fragility of life completely dazzled me. And thus begins Ursula’s complicated story of living, dying and living again.
The doctor is present, he cuts the cord and Ursula’s timeline is reset she is granted another chance to live. However turn the page and Ursula’s story is very different from the one previously described. Due to a heavy snowfall the family doctor is unable to attend the birth, unable to breathe from the cord wrapped around the infants neck, the child dies and darkness falls once again. We are then taken back in time to one snowy night in 1910 were a baby girl is born. The story begins with our heroine Ursula Todd assassinating Hitler in 1930 in a Munich cafe with her father’s service revolver, the SS draw their weapons in retaliation, fire and darkness falls. The first time this happened I was being read Enid Blyton’s The Magic Faraway Tree, and the last time this happened I was reading Kate Atkinson’s Life After Life… When I finally have the chance to get all comfy on the sofa and turn over that first fresh crisp page of a new book, I find myself totally lost in enchanting new worlds and completely invested in intriguing new characters and their complicated lives. This is of course ridiculous! Nothing should be more important than broadening your mind and indulging your love of literature! When I say ‘important’ I just mean higher up on my to do list like walking the dog, tiding my wardrobe for the one thousandth time, sorting out the washing etc – all the little niggly things that if I don’t do before sitting down to read I annoyingly start to feel guilty about. I love reading, however I always seem to find more ‘important’ things to do rather than take the time to sit down with a cuppa and enjoy a good book.