"ambition was what they were alarmed by, for to be ambitious was to court failure and to risk making a fool of oneself. The worst thing, I gathered, the the worse thing that could happen in this life was to have people laughing at you."
The timid have a
concealed grudge against the ambitious. The lives of the backward too is
displayed in all its simplicity for better and worse. It is also a fascinating
thing how the various Christian churches look at each other in a climate, where
it is the main differentiating factor in a neighbourhood of people comprising
of the same upbringing, same education levels ( broadly ) and same values and
beliefs.
By the completion of this
“novel”, or the various collection of tales as told by Del, the only single string
which travel right through the novel, is the picture of Jubilee subtly created inside the author’s mind. Only someone
as devoted to ambition, with the family backing him like Jerry Storey's did, could
break away
from the invisible chains that the town hold you with. The fact that Bobby Sheriff actually went to University but couldn’t still successfully complete it due to medical
reasons, stresses the bleak picture of the overall narration, which hints on how Jubilee
bogs people down. The fact that Del’s bout of Love, does nothing but destroy
her chances of higher of education, with some detail on what transpires on the
eve of her exams, all suggest the general silent distress of the place.
Munro, has written a collection
of related tales, to form a whole that says a lot about a rather small backward
town, with its eccentricities, its accepted ways of life, and what is a rebel
in the general view of Jubilee, and what courage and determination, not to mention
fortune is needed for one to escape from Jubilee. Yet the obstacles are almost co-incidental - other
than for the fact it is not. There is a way of life, way of belief here, that
stagnates the place. And Munro has written a well nuanced narration, which is
both charming, and yet distressing. The
skill of the authoress, is that the reader keeps looking forward for the subtle
grief that pores out of the whole work, which builds its whole atmosphere. Not withstanding the label “novel”, to me it
is more inclined towards the “short stories” category.
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