Booker Prize: Casualties of war and fate

21 October 2014 - 02:00 By Catherine Taylor, ©The Daily Telegraph
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The exquisite haiku of the Japanese Edo-period poet Basho might seem an unusual touchstone in a novel about savagery and survival on the Burma death railway, which was constructed by prisoners of war and Asian slave labour in 1943.

Yet Basho's crystalline brevity gives Richard Flanagan's The Narrow Road to the Deep North not only its title, but also its grace and unfathomability.

Flanagan, a Tasmanian, wrote the book in tribute to his late father, who survived the horrors of "The Line". Thousands more did not. Beaten and starving, riddled with cholera, ulcers and beriberi, Allied POWs and local workers alike perished in the dense jungle between Thailand and Burma.

In Flanagan's unflinching telling, an Australian military surgeon, Dorrigo Evans, is the senior officer whose division is enduring this hell on earth. He will later be feted for his heroism in saving lives through medical know-how and, as a colonel, seeking fair treatment from the Japanese officer in charge, Major Nakamura, himself addicted to methamphetamine to ease recurring malaria.

In the years following, Nakamura, through careful self-preservation and cunning instinct, avoids denunciation as a war criminal. In a sense, Evans comes to realise, the Japanese commander was helpless in the face of the emperor's orders.

Evans's post-war existence seems to him a mere formality. He is haunted by the intense affair he conducted with Amy, his uncle's second wife, while army training in Adelaide, and the later, horrendous killing of Darky Gardiner, the brightest of his platoon. He slips numbly into marriage with Ella, who has dutifully waited out the war for him. Shortly after their honeymoon he begins the first of many infidelities.

Flanagan's writing courses like a river, sometimes black with mud, sludge and corpses, sometimes bright with moonlight. The hallucinations caused by privation, be it physical hunger or erotic yearning, are unapologetically evoked. The stories of these casualties of fate catch at the soul.

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