“Harvest”: A fairy-tale witch hunt
A lilting narration for Jim Crace's dark, eternal story of a village that turns on itself
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There are two kinds of great film actors: the ones who can play any part (Meryl Streep) and those who essentially play the same character over and over again, but do it surpassingly well (Clark Gable). This formula can also be applied to audiobook narrators. Some transform their voices so as to be almost unrecognizable from book to book (David Aaron Baker — I still can’t believe the guy who read Charles Portis’ “Norwood” also read M.T. Anderson’s great dystopian YA novel, “Feed”), and others, while less versatile, are sometimes just the perfect fit for the book in hand.
John Keating’s narration of Jim Crace’s “Harvest” falls into the latter category. His eminently pleasant voice, with an Irish lilt that he turns up and down at will, is more or less the same whatever book he’s reading. In the case of “Harvest,” a deceivingly simple account of the implosion of a small rural community, it is exactly the right voice to convey a story with some of the qualities of a fairy tale. Small things here have big meanings, and Keating, who imparts the flavor of a bedtime story to the proceedings, adds to the novel’s archetypal resonance.
The setting is an isolated pastoral village in a preindustrial world. Readers often assume (understandably) that Crace’s fiction is set in England, but this is not quite the case; place names and other precisely identifying traits are omitted. This nameless village has no church, a manor house inhabited by a man without a distinct title and it is about to be harrowed by enclosure, the process by which lands once held and farmed in common were parceled up and assigned to individual owners. While the enclosure movement of the 16th and 17th centuries was an actual historical event in England, Crace’s vagueness about where and when his novel’s action occurs is deliberate. He’s writing not about a particular village, but the universal village, and what he describes could and does happen everywhere.
Walter, the novel’s narrator, relates how a couple of ordinary events — the sighting of a party of newcomers at the edge of the village’s land and the inadvertent burning down of the landlord’s dovecot by bumpkin pranksters — strike against the flinty reality of the coming order to ignite a conflagration. A false accusation and punishment, an accidental death, a ruthless new landowner and finally a witch hunt proceed to dismantle a community that had, just a few days before, seemed eternal. Walter, a clerk-turned-farmer who married into the village but is now widowed, has a half-in, half-out perspective on the cottagers’ lives. Crace has often made clever use of first-person-plural narration, and here he indicates the slipperiness of Walter’s status in going back and forth between “I” and “we.”
Laura Miller is a senior writer for Salon. She is the author of "The Magician's Book: A Skeptic's Adventures in Narnia" and has a Web site, magiciansbook.com. More Laura Miller.




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