
Instead of focusing on Titanic herself, Dyer turns his focus to
the men on board the Californian, the
ship that was closest to the Titanic
on the night of the disaster and saw her distress rockets but failed to go to
her aid. Specifically, he looks at how a series of decisions taken during one
cold April night impact the lives of three men: Stanley Lord, Captain of the Californian; Herbert Stone, her second
officer and John Steadman, a Boston newspaper reporter who soon senses blood
when the Californian docks.
By humanising the story and
narrowing the focus to these three men, Dyer cleverly avoids a pitfall of other
Titanic novels I have read – that of
having too large a canvas. The Titanic disaster
remains memorable for so many reasons: the luxurious nature of the ship, the
famous people on board who perished, the safety warnings ignored in the pursuit
of speed and luxury, the catastrophic loss of life amongst the passengers in
third class, the fact that it marked the beginning of the end of an era. All of
which is fascinating but is a quagmire for a novelist trying to capture it all.
Whilst Dyer touches on many of these key aspects, he keeps his focus firmly on
the Californian, bringing in other
aspects of the Titanic mythos only as
support for the story of Lord, Stone and Steadman. It is skilfully crafted and
results in a novel that is tightly plotted and fast paced without losing any
sense of the wider picture.
Lord, Stone and Steadman are all
rounded, fully-realised characters. The viewpoint switches between Steadman’s
first person narrative and a third person narrative, focusing on Stone. Steadman
is an excellent character to be inside the head of - passionate, dogged and
flawed and his hunt for the truth behind the Californian is the driving force of the novel. In contrast, Stone’s
sections are more reflective, showing a man in danger of losing his sense of
self and at odds with his place in the world. They are slower than Steadman’s
first person narrative but provide an important contrast and help to tease out
the finer details of the story. Lord, the most elusive of the three as he never
narrates the novel, could be seen as the villain of the piece – the Captain who
failed in his duty to aid a fellow vessel in distress – but Dyer treats him
with both respect and sympathy. The men of the Californian were not bad men, he is saying, but unfortunate. They
misinterpreted the signals given to them and, through a series of human errors
and fatal flaws, failed to go to Titanic’s
aid.
Without giving away any spoilers,
the latter part of the novel is a story within a story and finally takes the
reader onto the deck of the sinking liner herself. I rarely cry when reading
fiction but this final part bought a tear to my eye. Dyer has such an ability
to capture small details - the nervous tapping of fingers against teeth, the
flicker of a frown across a face, the delight a small child would have in
seeing an orange – and he brings this to the fore when describing Titanic’s sinking. The effect is very
moving.
All in all, I was surprised in
the extreme by this novel. It is an assured and, as far as I can tell, well-researched
book and genuinely adds a new perspective on a tale that has already been very
well told. For anyone interested in reading another perspective on the Titanic disaster, this is a suspenseful
novel of human flaws and missed chances that I would highly recommend.
My
thanks go to Atlantic Books and the Real Readers scheme for providing an
advanced copy of the book in return for an honest and unbiased review. ‘The Midnight Watch’ is published by Atlantic Books and is available in hardback now
from all good book retailers.
No comments:
Post a Comment