Fiction – paperback; Headline Review; 213 pages; 2000.
This beautifully succinct novel tells the story of two lonely 30-somethings, both coming to terms with personal tragedies, who forge a tentative — and rocky — friendship, almost by accident, on a cliff top overlooking Dublin Bay.
Clara, a freelance writer and lecturer who lives in a house filled with clutter and an overgrown garden, is recovering from major surgery and nursing a broken heart after a failed love affair in New York.
Meanwhile Laurence (Lar), a teacher from Northern Ireland, is mourning the loss of his wife and 10-month old daughter, who were killed two years’ earlier.
Both characters have much in common — they are dealing with loss and grief, and the claustrophobia of familial concern — but they deal with their problems in vastly different ways. Clara is outspoken, blunt to the point of rudeness and self-deprecating; Lar is filled with hate and quietly stewing in his own anger.
However, as the story gradually unfolds we see that it is Clara who finds it difficult to express herself, other than on the written page, while Lar opens up to strangers, expunging his guilt and pain like verbal diarrhoea.
With no real plot to speak of, the narrative force of this novel revolves around each character’s growth and journey to self-realisation. It is not a romance novel — the friendship between the two is purely platonic — but it is a novel about the fragility of the human heart.
Jennifer Johnston, who is an acclaimed writer in her native Ireland, is a master at drip feeding information so that the reader is never quite sure what is driving her characters to say and do certain things. Then a certain fact is revealed that slots neatly into place and everything suddenly makes sense. I am sure I said ‘a-ha!!’ out loud several times while reading this book as fragmented pieces of information began to join up in my head to form one cohesive — and intriguing — whole.
My only quibble is that I found it hard to believe that a single woman would invite a strange man, who is “sick in the head” as she puts it, to come and stay with her for a few days… but then maybe this just demonstrates Clara’s naivety and trusting nature, traits which have landed her in trouble in the past.
Ultimately The Gingerbread Woman is a very sad and emotional book, but it is a compelling tale about hope, second chances borne through friendship and human resilience in the face of personal tragedy. I loved this near-perfect book and did not want the story to end and will definitely be reading more by this wonderfully talented writer.
13 thoughts on “‘The Gingerbread Woman’ by Jennifer Johnston”
Interesting. Never heard of her before. But she’s been around since 1930. I’ll have to look into this.
Dean, I think she’s quite unappreciated. I remember reading “How Many Miles to Babylon?” at school but not liking it very much. “The Gingerbread Man” was the closest thing to sublime I’ve read in a long while. As soon as I finished it I ordered a copy of “Two Moons” from Amazon Marketplace for the rock bottom price of 0.01p (!!) and am keeping my eye out for others in her back catalogue that I can get cheaply…
I’ve just mooched The Railway Station Man from an Australian inventory.
Now this sounds really interesting.
I agree that JJ is unappreciated, the first novel of hers I read was “This is not a Novel”, a beautifully written book.
ainelivia, I think you would like this. Among other things, it explores the north/south divide, religion and terrorism.
And JJ would do that exploration as well as she explores her characters inner lives, now that’s 2 books need adding to my To Get list….
You mention that one of the characters Clara, invites a stranger to stay; there was a time when that would not have been unusual, especially if the person were not well. And living in a small town community there would be no fear because everyone would know and watch out you and your visitor.
You know it’s the lost world of open doors, and just walk in the kitchen and shout “Anyone at home?”
Just found a copy of JJ’s Gingerbread Woman, from LMS Books in St Albans, through Abe Books. Which means that I can get my hands on it before Christmas, let joy be unconfined….
Thanks for the recco Kim
the book was awful and shouldnt be read by anyone who is in there right mind
Stibbs, I’m obviously crazy then, but at least I know the difference between “their” and “there”.
JJ is a tallented writer. I’m using The Gingerbread Women in a comparative study for my MA.
JJ is a great writer! I discovered her during a course at the university and I instantly fell in love with her novels.
I wrote my thesis on her, and I continued reading all she publishes. Well, the italian transaltion of The Gingerbread Woman is awful, but the original… I loved it!
This is lovely book and a lovely post as well. JJ is not very well-known where I live but I’ve just promoted this novel with a similarly enthusiastic post.
BTW I haven’t read any English book blogs so far, only stuck to the ones in my country but your blog seems to be an exceptionally good start.
Thanks for your nice comment. Jennifer Johnston is one of my favourite authors, but she’s not well known even in her own country. I hope my reviews help to bring her to a wider audience — so pleased to hear you enjoyed this book.