I have to be slightly careful what I write here, because I know Nevil Shute has an incredibly protective following. I can sort of understand why. He has an interesting background, an engineer turned novelist, he emigrated to Australia in 1950 and wrote many of his popular books about his new home. He wrote lots of books in the latter part of his life and several have been adapted into films. I’ve read two of his books this year, both re-reads. Both slightly disappointing if I’m honest, hopefully I’ll be able to explain why they were a bit of a let down.
I wasn’t even a teenager when Tenko was on the TV. I was absolutely captivated by this story of women in a prison camp in Malaysia during the second world war. They were women who had never needed to worry about their own safety and security before the war and now they grouped together for their own survival. While I was a student I spent a summer travelling in Malaysia and began to appreciate the environment these women had to live in.
A Town Like Alice tells a similar story. Jean Paget in living in Malaysia when World War Two breaks out. When the Japanese invade Singapore and Malaysia a group of women including Jean and a gaggle of children are separated from other prisoners and made to march across the peninsular in search of a camp to take them. It is a relentless, hot walk with many falling foul to illness and fatigue. They never do find a camp, but during their search Jean makes friends with an Australian POW, Joe Harman, who drives trucks for the Japanese and steals chickens for the women and children. This has dire consequences. After the war Jean comes into an inheritance and returns to Malaysia to help the villagers who sheltered the women. She finds out Joe’s fate was different to what she assumed and goes to Alice Springs to experience the town he told her about during the war. The film adaptation starring Virginia Mckenna and Peter Finch ends at this point. Perfect. It tells a story of a man and women who find each other in a time of turmoil.
The problem is, the book doesn’t end there. It goes on and on telling Jean’s story in Australia as she uses her inheritance to bring life to a backwater town in an attempt to make it into another Alice Springs. The only part of this section that interested me was the vastness of the outback cattle farms and how such a thing is managed.
On the Beach has an interesting theme and one which occupied the thoughts of many during the 50s and beyond. Before the book starts, the world has suffered a nuclear war. Australia took no part in it, but radiation is slowly drifting south. Australians know they have about six months until the deadly air reaches them. The population elsewhere on the planet has been wiped out. An American nuclear submarine found its way to Melbourne, it’s captain Dwight Towers being one of the last remaining US naval officers on the planet. He meets Moira through the Australian liaison officer and his wife. Once it is established there is no hope for the human race, the characters fill their remaining time living life as though nothing is wrong.
This is my main issue with On the Beach. It has such a grand theme – the characters know the end is coming, they have a finite amount of time left, yet they concern themselves with banalities like choosing an electric mower or planning a vegetable patch. There is a five page description of a car race. It just felt so underwhelming. There’s no panic, there is a lot of fustiness and stiff upper lip. The old-fashioned language is charming, if a little irritatingly repetitive. I suppose I felt that Shute had an ideal opportunity to discuss concepts about human mortality and the futility of all activity when we know our lives will ultimately come to an end. It was a very polite, middle class take on the end of the world and just didn’t feel quite right to me. I discussed this with a few friends who had also read it, they all loved the book and felt I was being a bit harsh. They were heartbroken by the ending, which is incredibly poignant and sad as are other moments in the book, but the delivery left me a bit cold.
My overall feeling having now read these two books is that Shute was a writer with great ideas, but an unsophisticated and clunky writing style. A great editor may have done wonders with his texts, but we’ll never know.