Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Obtained from: Netgalley
Read: March 25, 2016
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Originally published as The Ashgrove, Diney Costeloe’s The
Lost Soldier begins in 2001, during a public meeting over a housing development
in a village called Charlton Ambrose. Rachel Elliot, a local reporter for the
Belcaster Chronicle, is captivated when one of the local residents objects the
construction plans as they’d necessitate the destruction of a memorial grove
planted to honor the village residents who died during the Great War. Rachel
takes it upon herself to learn more about the trees and uncovers a long buried
secret of honor, sacrifice, tragedy, and enduring faithfulness.
Looking back on the narrative, I freely admit that elements
of the modern story felt unnecessary. Rachel’s romantic interest in Nick Potter
seemed entirely superfluous in my eyes and the familial connection she unearths
struck me as contrived, but Molly Day’s history was so poignantly portrayed
that I couldn’t bring myself to rate the novel any lower than five stars. Her
story surprised me on a number of levels and I loved how relevant her experiences
become to those trying to understand her trials through modern eyes decades
after they occurred.
Henry Smalley is a minor character, but one I grew very fond
of over the course of the narrative. His journey is not chronicled in detail,
but he is the kind of individual who exudes genuine compassion in an era when
law and order did not bend to accommodate such sensitivities. Molly’s life is irreparably
altered by the conflict, but Henry finds new purpose in the carnage of the
Somme and takes it upon himself to look after those left scarred in its
aftermath.
There is something very human in this story and I
appreciated how Costeloe’s themes drew her audience into the narrative. The
action depicted during the first day of the Somme Offensive is brutal, but I
was intensely appreciative of the authenticity such detail lent the text. Beginning
to end, the novel capitalized on the human elements of the war and I felt Costeloe’s
manipulation of the material bridged the gap between a century old conflict and
contemporary readers.
I didn’t have any expectations when I picked up The Lost
Solider. Not one of the reviewers I follow had read the book and while I was
intrigued by the subject matter, I wasn’t entirely convinced it’d be the kind
of war story that would hold my interest. That said, the novel surprised me and I
feel it one I will recommending many times over in the years to come.
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“Who do you belong to, I wonder?” she asked aloud. There was nothing to indicate whom each tree commemorated… or that the place was a memorial at all. She moved from tree to tree until she had rested her hand on each trunk, and thought of all the young, fresh-faced men who had gone so jauntily to war, never to return to their homes here in Charlton Ambrose. Such high hopes they must have had. The adventure of fighting in a war, seeing a bit of the world, before settling down to their humdrum lives here in the country.
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