“The Butterfly Picnic” – A perfect holiday read?

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     Joan Aiken writing at her very best was the perfect companion.   She was well travelled, cultured, with a wealth of personal experience, and the ability not just to tell a gripping story, but to draw the reader in to the very process of writing.   What she loved was to hold her audience in a juggling act of belief and disbelief, caught up in the whirl of the dance as she hurtled through her story at the full stretch of her imagination, while inviting you to share in the full enjoyment of her talents.

The ideal read on holiday then, or even a substitute for one, would be her fantastic romp of a novel, The Butterfly Picnic   (in the US known as A Cluster of Separate Sparks.)   In one perfect package she gives you a thriller and a trip to a Greek island…

Imagine for example a much needed siesta on a camp bed in a cool, black and white cobbled courtyard, with scented jasmine and grape vines growing from scarlet painted bomb cases,  populated by wiry and warring skinny cats and a scolding old granny, just as likely to give you a warm hug as lecture you about your sunburn.  Joan Aiken allows you to share the agonising pain and delirium of  that sunburn, but also the heavenly delight of a life-saving ice cream bought with your last five Greek drachmae – ‘a kind of custard ice, rather solid, with bits of plain hard chocolate and candied orange peel scattered about its interior’ – which of course comes with ‘a big beautiful glass of water, dripping with condensation.’

     But this is only the background for an absurd amount of plot – to quote one jacket blurb:

“Georgia Marsh comes to the island of Dendros to forget her dead lover and in search of a job. Within hours she has witnessed the murder of her beautiful cousin, been kidnapped by Arab guerrillas, and finds herself involved in an international conspiracy in the mountain-top fortress cum experimental school run by a powerful millionaire known as ‘the wickedest man on the island’. Only after a series of harrowing brushes with death and a climactic confrontation in a cloud of butterflies does she…”

Well I’m not going to give away the entire plot as they do, but even so, there is an enormous amount more!

     Add to this discussions about, for example,  the transmigration of souls (with one of the kidnappers), or the invention of an entire philosophy known as the Muddle Principle, expounded by a Swedish instructor called Ole Sodso, (‘the human race prefers muddle and will get into one if it possibly can’), the wonderfully inventive creation of a therapeutic school for the care of traumatised children,  and then throughout it all, a fully conscious exposé of the method of narration  she is using in her novel as she writes it…!

First ( with a murderer) our heroine engages in  a comparison of the narrative methods of various earlier authors such as Charles Dickens or Tolstoy, and then of unlovable characters in fiction, together with the possibility that their faults were unsuspected by their creators – such as Jane Austen’s prissy Fanny Price in  Mansfield Park.  Georgia and her would-be murderer are both reading Dickens’ Bleak House, and Joan Aiken takes us into the mind of her own heroine as she sees herself in a playful comparison with the earlier novel’s horribly perfect but sadly plain protagonist, Esther Summerson.  How would Esther have coped with some of the awful predicaments listed in the blurb above in which Georgia now finds herself?

Here is a taster – we meet our heroine broke, desperately tired and hungry, waiting in vain in a searingly hot harbour-side cafe for the arrival of her cousin.

*****

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  (And no, we never do discover what Georgia looks like!)

 

In short, the whole is very much more than the sum of its parts, and like the very best kind of holiday,  leaves you feeling you have had the perfect escape…with the most delightfully entertaining travelling companion.

*****

The Butterfly Picnic (aka A Cluster of Separate Sparks)

read more on The Joan Aiken Website

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3 thoughts on ““The Butterfly Picnic” – A perfect holiday read?

  1. This is so intriguing! You are so mean to tease us with the wealth of styles, settings, characters, tones and audiences that Joan writes in, about and for. And here am I still hoping to acquire a copy of the out-of-print The Cockatrice Boys!

    You also draw attention to Joan’s life as a traveller, Greece here, Spain for the Felix books, Nantucket and Wales for example for Dido stories, all far cries from the common view of her as a quintessentially parochial English writer (albeit one with extraordinary imagination). Desperate now for an authoritative biography…

    • Thank you so much for your enthusiasm! I never know if I am overdoing it, as obviously I am a committed fan – but as you say, there is such a wealth of material, let alone background, that I am keen to share (and get some feedback about!) so that it is not lost, and I guess this is a good way of dipping a toe in the water…

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