I love stumbling upon unique,
well-written, relatable YA books (if they must be classed as such) which offer something a little niched.
Alice Oseman has written one of these. It captured me instantly and was refreshing, personal and original
for nearly the whole thing.
Now I adore narratives such as
those in The Perks of Being a Wallflower,
the Catcher in the Rye etc. so Solitaire
greatly appealed. It’s in the vein of being a kind of
coming-of-age story dealing with the darker side of growing up in an honest and
sometimes darkly humorous way – the troubled, despondent and brutally honest
protagonist who exposes the ‘phoney-ness’
of the society around them.
Michael was a refreshing contrast/counter to Tori. He was kind of zany and unusual
– defying all the usual genre conventions of the ‘male opposite to the female
lead’. I was genuinely interested in him because he was so different. As a
reader you feel hopeful that he’s not just a ‘love interest’ – you genuinely
don’t know what role he will come to play in Tori’s life. We find out new,
surprising things about him as Tori does – some quirky, some frightening, some
lovable. This description nailed it for me:
‘Very ordinary-looking, not ugly but not hot, miscellaneous boy… I
notice that he has one blue eye and one green eye. Heterochromia. He grins
violently.’
I love that Oseman describes
Michael as ‘miscellaneous’. Weirdly it made me warm to him because
it simultaneously suggested he was anything but (in the ways that matter). The
heterochromia and violent grin really cement him as this ray of difference in a character-scape of conformity present in so many
high-school narratives - as Tori narrates: ‘the
large majority of teenagers who attend Higgs are soulless, conformist idiots…
sometimes I still feel that I might be
the only person with a consciousness, like a video-game protagonist, and the
rest are computer-generated extras who have only a select few actions, such
as ‘initiate meaningless conversation’ and ‘hug’’. I’m sure many can relate
to that feeling and it’s brilliantly and succinctly expressed. Tori’s
negativity never grated on me as it was always felt honest and was often
tainted with humour. In Tori, Oseman has created a character that has very obvious faults but you very much
care about and are invested in. She also never really puts any labels relating
to mental health on things – not definitively anyway – which means that Tori
isn’t a character you can easily push into a box or categorise, she does feel
very much like an individual who is trying to work out who she is and where she
fits – not having to conform to a type.
Within the first few pages there are some great, simple
sentences which express volumes and invite you in straight away:
‘I think you should
know that I make up a lot of stuff in my head and then get sad about it.’ (2)
‘Sometimes I hate
people. This is probably very bad for my mental health.’ (4)
‘Personally, thinking
or talking too much about ‘boy issues’ makes me want to shoot myself in the
face’ (5)
I don’t think I’ve read those lines before anywhere else. I
kind of rejoiced. I’m not dismissing those issues, but it’s not the only part
of growing up – there is so much that’s pushed under the rug just to focus on
‘boy issues’ in books, as if romance must be included at all costs with an
insistence that all teenagers are in the throes of some hormonal/sexual craze
and if they’re not, or not pursuing these experiences, than they’re abnormal.
There is no one YA/teen experience – there is no normal, and this is what
Oseman really succeeds at showing.
There are some moments in this novel that really stand out
and showcase just how naturally talented Alice Oseman is as a writer – and how
much more there is to come from her. She captures the essence of things so
perfectly at these times and creates some memorable pieces of prose that you
wouldn’t be surprised to find in a novel with the cult status of Perks or Catcher in the Rye.
‘I caught a reflection
of myself in a Waterstones window and I realised then that most of my face was
covered up and who in the name of
God would want to talk to me like that and
I started to feel all of this hair on my forehead and my cheeks and how it
plastered my shoulders and back and I felt it creeping around me like
worms, choking me to death. I began to breathe very fast, so I went straight
into the nearest hairdresser’s and
had it all cut to my shoulders and
out of my face.’
You can see just in this excerpt how the writing builds this
claustrophobia and sense of panic and crisis by drawing out the sentence, the
repeated use of ‘and’ – building and building, increasing to a dramatic climax
without you noticing or feeling forced into it – you’re empathising all the way
through – as if you’re Tori, suddenly aware of the oppressiveness of the very
hair on your head. It’s violent and dark and frightening and just simple but
natural and brilliant. There’s a rush of relief and victory when she cuts it
away.
The core of the plot negotiates the social
media/blogging/tumblr generation – the need for self-promotion, self-expression
and a sense of self-importance. A need
for some part of the external world to revolve around yourself. With the
Solitaire blog, Tori has to experience the world revolving around her, but beyond
her control – and how frightening that can be - a possible symptom of the
cyber-age where information is accessible and it is easy to lose power and
control as quickly as you feel you gain it.
The tagline of the novel – ‘this is not a love story’ (made
me think of 500 Days of Summer) – is
where I felt slightly cheated once I put down the book. It so almost stayed
true to this. And if I’m being fair, it wasn’t a love story – at least not
primarily. The ‘love’ bit felt incidental at the end – and I think I’d almost
have preferred it if Michael and Tori could have had just a strong platonic
bond. That was what I came to be invested in, more than any romantic climax in
front of the school burning down. Those final events didn’t click for me – I
found the ending as a whole, and the resolution of the blog plotline, perhaps
too melodramatic and unsubtle. I thought the idea, and the negotiation of the
blogging age, was really clever and done in a layered and unbiased way which
evoked the positives as well as the negatives, but I can’t quite pin down where
it slipped at the end.
These are my only two qualms over Solitaire and by that point the book already had me convinced that
I’d be recommending it to readers of all ages in the future. The overriding
strength is Tori’s voice coupled with some genuine, diverse and interesting
characters and Oseman’s own smart, sharp and relevant writing style. I would
definitely read it again and recommend it to anyone growing up in this digital
age where our lives are online and we relate to people in different ways. if
you’re looking for a refreshing protagonist – a refreshing cast of characters
in general – then Tori and Solitaire
are it. I’m really looking forward to reading more from Oseman in the future –
I can personally relate to so much of what she writes, she depicts that
generation so perfectly (plus I respect her for achieving what I once dreamed of and with something of real relevance and value).
What did you think of Solitaire? Could it become this generation's Perks or Catcher?
Quotes
‘I don’t blog to get
more followers or whatever. I’m not Evelyn. It’s just that it’s not socially
acceptable to say depressing stuff out loud in the real world because people
think that you’re attention-seeking. I hate that. So what I’m saying is that
it’s nice to be able to say whatever I want. Even if it is only on the
Internet.’
‘I actually think that
a lot of people are very beautiful, and maybe even more beautiful when they’re
not aware of it themselves. In the end, though, being beautiful doesn’t do much
for you as a person apart from raise your ego and give you an increased sense
of vanity.’
‘He shakes his head.
“You know all the names to books, but you haven’t read a single one. It’s like
it’s raining money, but you refuse to catch a single coin.”’
‘Everyone is okay with
hurting people. Or maybe they cannot see that they’re hurting people. But I
can.’ - the plight of the hyper sensitive
“Thought for the day,”
says Michael. He lifts one hand and touches the bandage on my arm, fiddling
with the frayed edges at my wrist. “Do you think that, if we were happy for our
entire lives, we would die feeling like we’d missed out on something?”
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