With Time Of The Child Niall Williams has pushed his way through the field to become one of my very favourite novelists. Two men, whose intellect I admire, tipped me off one Sunday morning in the coffee area after Sunday Service to This Is Happiness. Oh how I enjoyed it.
So, when I caught sight of Time Of The Child in my favourite book shop No Alibis there was no way that I was leaving without it. I gave it to Santa and as soon as we got to the coast after Christmas I was into it.
My favourite writers are Irish. I love the island that I live on. I love the art that it has inspired. I love using that art whether song, poem, play, painting, sculpture or novel to understand my place in the world and the place in the world I have to find that. Williams has opened up some of that understanding.
This Is Happiness and History Of The Rain before it have gifted us the village of Faha, set on the River Shannon in Country Clare. The geography and the characters are so vivid. I nearly fell like I was there.
I am delighted to hear that Williams has declared that he going to have us in Faha from the arrival of electricity in 1958 until the arrival of the internet. In this one he has started to hint at what’s to come. An added layer.
As I read Williams’ vivid and utterly beautiful poetic prose, always needing a pen beside me to underline a sharp description here (“like nature’s fresco of the heavens beseeched”), a razor-sharp cultural observation (“the land of the free proved pricey enough”) there or even a spiritual depth charge (“the father’s adage that the central challenge of life was to accept that the world is a place of pain, and yet live.”), I find myself back in our home village of Galgorm, remembering the characters and where “The Doctor’s” was. It’s like this imaginary village can help me reflect on my formative years.
The story line is on the cover. A baby is found in the cemetery during the Christmas Fair, near dead, and brought to Dr Crowe’s. The doctor brings it to life and what happens then is a beautifully gentle drama, at times it is even tense. Was it a help that I read this particular novel at Christmas. Probably but I wouldn’t wait until Advent to start reading.
Williams has brought a few things together in such a story. A baby born looking for room and indeed born in a scandalous circumstance hints at the New Testament. A baby born in Ireland in the theocracy of 1962 has different threats than Herod.
As if all of this is not enough Time Of A Child has given me lots of sermon material.
He gave great wisdom around Jesus’ Sermon On The Mount:
“Once it had come to him that the whole history of mankind had failed the Sermon On The Mount, the bitterness of that only resolved by the understanding he came to that maybe the aspiration was more important than the realisation and Jesus knew that… “
Even sharper to end my own New Year sermon:
“what filled Jack Troy then was the fantastic idea of grace as an actual thing”
When the story heats up the curate asks Dr Troy what he’s trying to do. Troy responds, “That’s easy, I’m living to be a Christian, only the Church and the State are in my way.” That leads to more pause for surmise that ends in, for me, the clarity of “My understanding is He (God) sees and knows, and foresaw and foreknew, all our errors, all our wrong turns and catastrophes and still loves us. And still loves us. Not because but despite.” That might be aimed as much at a church’s wrong turns and catastrophes as much as the ordinary people of Faha.
Can you see why I loved it? I loved it this much. I don’t get to read many books so when I am at the coast I want to read fast and get a couple of books done a week. Not long into Time Of The Child I was determined to slow down, to savour, to surmise. Every book coming out this year now has to compete!