'Saturday' by Ian McEwan
Fiction - paperback; Vintage; 282 pages; 2005.
On Saturday February 15, 2003 almost a million people took to the streets of London to protest against the impending war in Iraq. It was the biggest ever demonstration witnessed in the UK.
As someone who took part in the Stop the War march, I was keen to read Ian McEwan's Saturday because it is famously set in London on that very day. But the protest is a mere backdrop to a more deeply personal story, that of a day-in-the-life of a well-established and highly successful neurosurgeon, Henry Perowne, whose comfortable existence is rocked by a string of unforeseen events.
Perowne's normal Saturday -- playing squash with a colleague, watching his son's band rehearsal, shopping for food and then preparing a lavish family meal in preparation for his daughter's arrival home after a stint away -- gets slightly turned on its head when, first, in the early hours of the morning, he stands at his bedroom window and sees a burning aeroplane arc across the sky towards Heathrow Airport, and second, when he is involved in a very minor car accident that turns into a potentially life-threatening situation.
These dual events turn out to be thwarted catastrophes, but there's
an air of menace that permeates Perowne's thoughts and deeds throughout
the day. In many ways, his deeply personal -- and somewhat selfish --
fears echo that of the country's citizens at large who are determined
to stop the Government heading into a war that no-one wants. But
Perowne lives a fairly sheltered existence where the harsh realities of
the wider world rarely intrude. Even the anti-war demonstration, from
which he views at a distance, only serves to irritate him.
For much of this novel, the reader could be excused for thinking that not much seems to happen in Saturday. Perowne's dull routine is punctuated by a series of unexpected incidents, but McEwan tends not to focus too much on the actual events but on what Perowne thinks about them. It's a very cerebral book (quite clever when you consider that the lead character makes his living operating on people's brains) until you come to the unexpected, and somewhat shocking climax, which takes the action up a gear or two.
I've made no secret that I think McEwan is a brilliant writer. In this book, much hyped at the time of release, he delivers a carefully considered and distinctly British view of the modern world, where terrorism has begun to intrude on every day lives. This book is essentially about a rich and successful man coming to terms with the fact that money does not buy everything -- not even your peace of mind.
