"Being in the dark is like being on the inside of one’s own body"

A man is involved in an accident in London and uses the compensation pay-out to buy a house in South Africa. He moves into said house with his wife, who goes on to leave him (I don’t blame her). That is pretty much it. He sits around, occasionally plays the piano and ponders about strange, random things. Oh wait, he does eventually start stalking the woman who sold him the house, but even that was uneventful. Yawn.

I accept this book was intentionally based around loneliness and depression, with the protagonist quickly losing his connection with reality and becoming obsessive. I doubt anyone suffering from these inflictions would want to read about them and those that don’t certainly would not feel any better for doing so. This story was depressing, slow and extremely dull. There was a large amount of reflection by the main protagonist, but it never led anywhere. The rumination was too long-winded to be remarkable with no accomplishment, no conflict and no point. The author conveyed isolation and misery well, but the majority of the story felt meaningless.

I honestly could not provide a detailed description of the plot. After reading a paragraph, a page, a chapter, I could hardly recall exactly what had happened, I was completely indifferent. At only 200 pages this should have been a quick read, but it took me almost a week to wade through. I did however have 3 enjoyable afternoon naps thanks to this book! I guess this was meant to be a philosophical work about the humdrum of the everyday, and some people (you know the type) will wax lyrical about this being a masterpiece. I however feel like I’ve just lost a chunk of my life. ( )

OK, Mr. Field reminded me of a Woody Allen movie. Mr. Field, a concert pianist's career ends when he is involved in a train accident. His loss of purpose made me sad. The book was emotionally deep and telling by how depressed Mr. Field was while missing his wife. The writing was superb. Katharine Kilalea creates a world that no one in their right mind would want to live in by choice if not fighting a mental health issue. The social contact that Mr. Field avoids, on the whole, is painful and I understand how he ends up in that hole that he can't dig out of until he chooses too. The joy we read when he has visitors is a fleeting moment and again, such a sad reality hits you when he walks back into his dream home. If this is dreaming, I call it more a nightmare. His Journey is like the house he lives in - dwindling and uncontrollably shifting.

If you love books like Sinclair's Rabbit Run or Don Delillo's White Noise, you will enjoy this book. It definitely takes a certain high-level reader to make it through the whole book. I loved the emotional journey you take with Mr. Field. It's my book. ( )

Ok, Mr. Field by Katherine Kilalea is another addition to the canon of books about older characters at a crossroads in life. An interest in the Villa Savoye and the setting in South Africa lead me to read this book. Unfortunately, I find it a frustrating read because for a book so completely character centered, I can't get to know the character. This book seems to be a lot of dots and not enough connections for the dots to become a complete picture.

Read my complete review at http://www.memoriesfrombooks.com/2019/02/ok-mr-field.html

Reviewed for Penguin First to Read program. ( )