Beautiful Ruins

beautiful ruinsApril 1962, Porto Vergogna, a tiny village straggling up the cliff in the least famous of the Cinque Terre resorts. In the sun-drenched waters, Pasquale Tursi is trying to make the best of his inheritance in the hospitality industry by means of Sisyphean tasks: constructing a beach that won’t get washed away, and cutting a tennis court out of the cliff, blissfully oblivious to the fate of the tennis balls. But here he is, up to his chest in water, carrying rocks into the waves, when he sees a small boat puttering its way up to the landing stage. In it, the most beautiful woman he has ever met, tall, blonde, a goddess, and miraculously headed towards his hotel. She is Dee Moray, an American actress who has been hastily smuggled off the set of the ill-fated film, Cleopatra, and brought to this isolated place, supposedly to die. Pasquale adds a third hopeless task to his already ambitious schedule: he will love this woman silently and loyally for the rest of his life.

Hollywood, California in the present day. Claire Silver is a former film studies graduate whose dream job working with legendary producer, Michael Deane is coming apart in her hands. Claire loves film, it’s her passion, and so to be forced to see what it has come to in these times, the relentless onslaught of zombie-vampire-cowboy mash-ups, interspersed with sordid reality shows of unbelievable banality, has been almost enough to put her off the medium altogether. She is on the point of accepting a job as curator of a film museum, but has made a deal with fate. She’ll stick with Michael if this Friday – her day for hearing back-to-back pitches – one good idea walks through the door. Fate has its own ideas about cutting deals. Shane Wheeler, a young writer who has managed to turn optimism into a sort of rocket fuel, will shortly be stirring up Claire’s world with what may be the worst pitch in cinema history. And tangled up in this meeting will be a polite, elderly Italian gentleman, who has come for a final reckoning with Michael Deane over the fate of a woman he fell in love with fifty years ago.

Jess Walter’s fabulous novel, Beautiful Ruins, offers these two points of lift-off – the end of the story and its forgotten beginnings, and the narrative will weave and zig-zag back and forth over the intervening decades, gradually revealing the story of his characters and all that has happened in their lives. We are taken to an amazing array of vividly etched locations – Edinburgh and the fringe festival to follow the fortunes of a washed-up alcoholic singing comedy songs to his own guitar accompaniment who just happens to be Dee Moray’s son; to Rome, where the filming of Cleopatra is draining dollars like a sinkhole and Michael Deane has been sent to limit the publicity damage caused by Burton and Taylor’s volatile affair; and to Seattle, where the would-be writer, Alvis Bender, remembers the days spent not writing but drinking in a small Italian coastal resort, and the strange circumstances that led the only short story he ever wrote to win him the unexpected prize of a beautiful wife.

Whilst this is fundamentally a story about passion in its many forms, it is also a clever and sensitive disquisition on the art of telling stories. Woven into the narrative action we find the poignant short story that Alvis wrote, Shane’s mind-blowing film pitch, and the first chapter of Michael Deane’s autobiography, a narrative so dreadfully that it was eventually salvaged by turning it into a self-help book. But it’s not just about form. Jess Walter is brilliant on the way that stories tunnel their way insidiously into our expectations for life, embodied by Shane and

his generation’s profound belief in secular episodic providence, the idea – honed by decades of entertainment – that  after thirty or sixty or one hundred and twenty minutes of complications, things generally work out okay.’

and yet also, touchingly, on Pasquale’s long and complicated quest to find out the fate of his greatest romance:

Technology may have shrunk the epic journey to a couple of short car rides and regional jet lag… but true quests aren’t measured in time and distance anyway, so much as in hope. There are only two good outcomes for a quest like this, the hope of the serendipitous savant – sail for Asia and stumble on America – and the hope of scarecrows and tin men: that you find out you had the thing you sought all along.’

Art and life negotiate, compromise and have a lot of fun with one another in this wonderfully entertaining and heartfelt book. What can I say? I loved it. Straight onto my best of the year list.

17 thoughts on “Beautiful Ruins

  1. If it’s on your “best of the year” list, it is immediately going to be on my to be read list. As soon as I get my hands on it, it’s cutting in line and moving to the front of it.

  2. If all I knew of this book came from the front cover pic and your first paragraph then I would have no interest. But you’ve piqued my interest with the rest of the review. Sounds like a good one.

  3. This is one of those cases in which I’m not tempted by the book at all. When I saw it at the book shop I thought immediately that this cheap postcard cover doesn’t do it for me. Not even the first few lines grabbed me. So this is a real dilemma since it’s going on your best of list and I’ve been happily reading in your footsteps this year. Hmmmm.

  4. Whaddaya know. My library actually has this and I’ve placed a hold on it. I’ll start it as soon as I’m finished with TransAtlantic and Excellent Women.

  5. Great review Litlove. I really enjoyed this book as well and I also especially noted that lovely quote about quests when I read it.

  6. Excellent review on what sounds like a book I’d really appreciate. Yes, the magic numbers are 30, 60, 120 for screenwriting but they aren’t formula for life. The two quotes are so good. I admit I haven’t heard of Jess Walter, but now I must put this on my library hold. Thanks litlove.

  7. I’ve only just realised that I bought the paperback of this book the other week, but as the covers of it and your edition above are so totally different I hadn’t associated the two. I’m glad you enjoyed it, I’ve read some other good comments too, and am looking forward to reading it.

  8. I picked this up on a whim last fall, mostly because of the cover–contrary to many, it seems. In fact, the vintage postcard feel of the cover captures some of the settings in the novel: the Italian coast, the technicolor of 60s Hollywood, Southern California. I found the way the author staged the characters and fictional events around the real Taylor, Burton & filming of Cleopatra to be very clever. On my best list too!

  9. Someone lent this to me with the cry of ‘oh you must read this, you’ll LOVE it’ which I tend to resist as it rarely works out well, but now I’ve decided I’m going to take it on holiday next week😉

  10. I wasn’t going to touch it, because like many, I was put off by the cover. Now, thanks to your review, am rushing to purchase and read! Many thanks for removing the blinkers, Litlove.

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