Spill Simmer Falter Wither by Sara Baume: Spring summer autumn winter

Cover imageThe trouble with marketing is its constant use of superlatives – too much hype. We’re all over familiar with ‘dazzling debuts’, ‘stunning achievements’ and the like so that when a book comes along that is truly original, absolutely dazzling, those descriptions ring hollow. Sara Baume’s Spill Simmer Falter Wither comes into that category for me. Hard to find words that will do it justice without floundering around in a sea of hyperbole but I’ll try.

Fifty-seven-year-old Ray lives alone. He’s a misfit – shambling, limping, barely able to string a sentence together in public, his greasy plait trailing down his back. On one of his weekly forays into the village where he’s lived all his life he spots a notice in the window of the local junk shop showing a dog as ugly as he thinks himself. At the dog pound he finds the terrier, bad-tempered and alone, about to face the chop. Ray’s after a ratter, a dog who will keep the infestation of rats which have plagued the house he shared with his father at bay, and takes One Eye, as he christens the disfigured mutt, home with him. Soon this odd pair are inseparable. When One Eye’s terrier nature comes out, savaging a collie then a shih tzu with a little boy in tow, the dog warden knocks at their door. Appalled at the prospect of losing the only friend he’s ever had, Ray packs up the car and drives off into an unexplored world. As these two make their way through autumn into winter until the money runs out, Ray confides his sad story in One Eye.

As its title suggests, Baume’s novel is told in wonderfully poetic, sometimes musical language. She paints vividly gorgeous word pictures of the natural world, weaving observations of the changing seasons through Ray’s narrative. It’s a slim novel but I found myself pulling out quote after quote. Crabs have ‘spots and spiked edges like pinking shears’; Ray’s hairdresser neighbour’s ‘gone on holidays and taken the hum of the hood dryers with her’; ‘Oystercatchers with their startled eyes, redshanks scurrying tetchily on strawberry legs, little egrets freshly laundered, whiter than white’ populate the shoreline. ‘I’m a boulder of a man. Shabbily dressed and sketchily bearded. Steamrollered features and iron filing stubble’ thinks Ray, introducing himself to One Eye, sure that he smells ‘more must and porridge and piss, I suspect, than sugar and apples and soap’. ‘Now you are my third leg, an unlimping leg, and I am the eye you lost’ poignantly captures Ray’s relationship with his dog. He’s a ‘wonkety’ man, afraid to be with people and painfully sensitive to what they think of his strangeness. The novel ends with a wonderfully vivid epilogue which almost mirrors its gut-wrenching prologue. It’s a gorgeous book – the saddest of stories but without a hint of sentimentality. Dazzling, stunning, truly original – all those over used superlatives apply but this time they fit and I was delighted to see that Baume won the Rooney Prize for Irish Literature the other week.

17 thoughts on “Spill Simmer Falter Wither by Sara Baume: Spring summer autumn winter

    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      Thanks, Janet. It’s so beautifully written that it’s worth reading for that alone but there’s no getting away from that sadness, I’m afraid.

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    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      I love the way she uses language – at times she repeats words which give her writing a wonderful fluidity. Looking forward to hearing what you think of it, Cathy.

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  1. BookerTalk

    its rare that I read a review that speaks so strongly BUY ME. i wouldn’t have looked at it twice based on the cover and the blurb thinking it would be a sugary sweet story. thanks for rectifying my prejudice.

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    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      Oh, that’s an interesting reaction to the jacket. Rest reassured, it’s far from sugary and if you enjoy reading for the sake of the writing I think you’ll like this.

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  3. litlove

    The language sounds beautiful, but I’m not sure I could take a story this sad unleavened by some humour. Still, I’ll put it on the list for the right moment. I saw this in the bookshop the other day and wondered what it was like so I was very glad to see your review!

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    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      I’m a sucker for poetic use of language. This was my second go at the book. I had to push myself on through the sadness barrier but it was well worth it.

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    1. Susan Osborne Post author

      Thank you, Melissa. This was one of my favourite books of last year. I was disappointed not to see it on the Baileys longlist but delighted that the Desmond Elliott Prize have chosen it. Gorgeous writing! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

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