It
is
brutal but strangely
compelling. As he struggles to deal with the travails of everyday
life we begin to feel a strange empathy with our one-armed
protagonist, born of admiration for his sheer dogged determination.
It would be going too far to suggest that this is a
'feelgood' novel
but ,
'sleaze-factor' not withstanding, it does leave the reader with a
strange sense of elation.
The
author, Niall
Griffiths, is a native Liverpuddlian who currently resides in
Aberystwyth . Previous titles include, "Sheepshagger" and "Grits",
both set in Wales. If "Stump" is brutal , his previous works have
been positively savage. There are episodes of graphic violence in
"Sheepshagger" which would embarass Brett Easton
Ellis.
Indeed, many people have dismissed Niall Griffiths in the past as a
peddler of 'shock-lit', which is why it is so refreshing to
discover that his work is capable of far greater
maturity.
Three
of his other works
have been, or are being, adapted for television. "Stump" is also
superbly constructed for cinematic adaptation. All the action takes
place in one day. As Stump attends to his daily chores, two
unpleasant but increasingly hilarious characters are driving down
from Liverpool to settle an old score on behalf of their gangland
boss. Their precise intentions are unclear, but the loss of further
limbs is strongly implied. Stump is unaware of this and the
tone of the novel oscillates between the vicious introspection in
Stump's chapters and the equally vicious but comical dialogue
taking place in the car as his would be avengers draw
near.
Throughout
the novel there
are powerful evocations of the savagery and grandeur of the Welsh
landscape. There is also a running parody of the 12 steps of the AA
programme interspersed between the chapters of the book. These
betray an intimate and profound knowledge of the attractions and
dangers of addiction , and the immense difficulty of overcoming it.
One of these is quoted below:-
"STEP
4: We made a
searching and fearless inventory of ourselves. And no matter how
fearless we thought we were, such an inventory took us nowhere near
as far into the black pits of ar hearts that drugs took us to, that
drink took us to. We took some wimpy an tentative steps into those
vile places an we thought an were told that we were showing
bravery an were encouraged, praised an patted, yet we were f*****g
cowards, pure cowards cringing compared to what we
were
when we danced an laughed in a conga line as we waved goodbye
to every last limp shred of innocence. Tara, we said. See
ya."
This
is a book that
is set in Wales but not necessarily about Wales. Indeed the
characters seem almost out of place and their surroundings
sublimely indifferent to them. It did, however, win the Welsh Book
of the Year Award in 2004 ( in the English language category ) and
it is a powerul, raw and evocative work by an exciting and
established Anglo-Welsh writer. It is a serious literary study of
addiction and recovery with elements of black farce thrown in.
Ultimately, if you can cope with the dialect and endless
expletives, it is a rewarding and enriching experience.