Title: A Monster Calls
Author: Patrick Ness
Review: I feel like quite the scrooge because while I liked your YA novel, A Monster Calls, I didn’t love it the way everyone else I’ve seen reviewing it seems to have done. The book has a powerful and moving story of how it came to be. The idea behind it was the brainchild of author and activist Siobhan Dowd, who died of breast cancer before she could execute her vision. Instead, you wrote the book.
￼The book centers on Conor O’Malley, a thirteen year old boy whose mother is suffering from cancer. Conor and his mother live in the UK, but his parents are divorced, and his dad, remarried and father to a new baby, now lives in America. Conor has a grandmother who sometimes comes to visit, but she is atypical of grandmothers in ways that irritate Conor. For the most part, it is just Conor and his mum and that’s the way Conor likes it.
But the treatments his mum promised would work don’t seem to be helping her. She is getting frailer, but keeps promising Conor that the next treatment will make her better. Conor feeds himself and does the dishes so that she won’t have to. Meanwhile, things at school are bad for Conor. He is being bullied and whispered about thanks to his one-time best friend, Lily, who told everyone about Conor’s mum.
As the book begins, a monster comes to visit Conor seven minutes after midnight. Conor doesn’t believe in monsters, which are for babies, yet the monster seems perfectly real and very frightening. It resembles a yew tree that grows behind Conor’s house, a yew tree whose berries are poisonous. A tree Conor’s mother is fascinated with.
Conor is antagonistic to the monster, but as frightening as the monster is, it doesn’t frighten Conor because its presence is preferable to the recurring nightmare Conor suffers from. But the monster makes a promise to Conor. Conor will be afraid of it, “before the end.”
When Conor wakes up the next morning, he believes the monster’s visitation was just a dream – until he discovers yew tree leaves all over his bedroom floor. He cleans them up so that his mum won’t see them. Later that day, Conor feeds himself breakfast and has an encounter with the school’s three bullies, which he welcomes. When Lily tries to put a stop to it, Conor gets angry.
The monster comes to see Conor again that night. This time, the monster promises that he will tell Conor three true stories, and then he will demand Conor’s story from him. Conor isn’t afraid of the monster’s stories, but the monster’s insistence on hearing Conor’s true story terrifies him.
”Stories,” the monster tells Conor, “are the wildest things of all.” “Stories chase and bite and hunt.” The monster has come walking because Conor called him, and the stories he will tell Conor are the stories of the earlier times he was called and came walking. If Conor doesn’t tell the monster the fourth tale, the truth that terrifies him, the monster will eat Conor alive.
Conor wakes, believing the monster’s visitation was a dream, to find his floor covered in poisonous yew tree berries.
As time passes, things at home and school become even more difficult, and the monster continues visiting. It begins to tell the first story, one that makes no sense to Conor since to his thinking there is not much justice in it. And then things go from bad to worse, and Conor’s mum tells him his dad is coming for a visit and that Conor will have to stay with his grandmother for a few days while his mother goes to the hospital.
What will happen to Conor at school, at his grandmother’s house, and when his largely absent father comes to visit? What will happen to Conor’s mum in the hospital? And what is the yew tree monster’s role in the story? Has he come to destroy or to heal, and if so, whom?
As mentioned before, I like this story but did not love it. I liked the imaginative way that reality and fantasy were woven together and I especially liked the way the theme of dealing with the possibility of a loved one’s death was tackled head on. I liked the realism of Conor’s reactions, the way he hated the special treatment he got from authority figures, for example, and I loved the last cathartic fifth or so of the book.
But on the whole, I didn’t love the book, and here are the reasons why. First, I am an adult who enjoys a lot of YA, but this book read younger than most of the YA I read. I think that may have been a combination of the short and simple sentences and some of Conor’s thought processes. There was also a timeless quality to the story which is something I often find appealing but one downside was that we never see Conor doing the things boys his age do, like playing videogames or listening to his ipod.
The result of all of the above was that I feel this book was not written to cross over to older teens and adults, the way say, books like Jellicoe Road or The Hunger Gamesare. Of course, a lot of adults are loving this book, so I may be off my rocker to feel this way, but speaking from my own adult perspective (the only one I can bring to a book), it didn’t read to me as if it were aimed at me.
Additionally, the characters didn’t feel engaging to me. What I mean by this is that to the degree that I was engaged by the book, it was the situations portrayed that engaged me, but not the people. I never got a good sense of what Conor had been like before his mother got sick. I didn’t know who he was outside of his experience as a boy whose mother suffered from cancer.
The same was true of the other characters. Conor’s mother seemed defined by her cancer, Conor’s father was defined by his emotional absence from Conor’s life. Lily wanted to be Conor’s friend, but who was she outside of that? Were the bullies anything more than bullies? Everyone seemed defined by his or her role in the story, but didn’t seem to have a life outside of it.
Also, the plot felt mostly predictable. While I didn’t know the exact nature of Conor’s nightmare, the one he had to tell the monster about, I knew whether or not he would tell it and I knew whether his mother would live or die. There were minor things I did not guess at or expect but I could see exactly where the book was heading when it came to the big things that mattered most and since this is a short book, I felt a little cheated of surprises.
Another issue is that after finishing the book, I still don’t know if the monster was real or something Conor imagined. There were times Conor saw the monster but other people were present and did not. Were the monster’s actions Conor’s actions? And if so, how did the leaves and berries get into the house?
I know that I’m being literal by asking these questions. In the end, this is a fable about coping with the very scary possibility of losing a loved one, and therefore the answer is that I can choose to view the monster as something Conor imagined without viewing Conor as delusional or psychotic. But this inconsistency still niggled at me.
As mentioned earlier, the final 20% of this book rocked. A Monster Calls went from being only mildly interesting to me to breaking my heart and putting it back together. There was such an impressive truthfulness to the way the issues at the center of the book, the truth of Conor’s nightmare, were handled. It made for an extraordinarily powerful denouement.
I did love that part but still, I am torn about the book overall, and weighing the first 80% that didn’t do as much for me as I expected (probably due partly to sky-high expectations after all the book’s great press and award nominations).
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