Black Dogs: A Novel

Black Dogs is a short but intense novel by the British author Ian McEwan. The book is told by a narrator who is the son-in -law of the late June and still living diplomat Bernard. The book is set in the immediate post World War II world and has chapters dealing with the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 and the narrator's life in urban England and rural France. Bernard is the author of a work on a Nasser, served as a member of the British Labor Party and spends time on radio chat programs. He is an atheist and a quondam communist party member. His late wife June confides in the narrator when he visits her in a nursing home. She is a spiritual woman who believes that the black dogs she saw in France (dogs like these were used by the Gestapo to terrify the village) stand as a potent symbol of the evil which is real and exists in all of our personal lives as well as in the affairs between nations. The book has beautifully inscribed scenes of life in a small French community surrounded by the mountains, Berlin and life in 1980s England. McEwan is notable for his rich prose descriptions and the ability to make a reader feel a part of the action. You want to keep turning those pages The book reveals the tough love between Bernard and June though the two could never understand one another and spent a lifetime disagreeing over issues large and small. As a Presbyterian pastor I was refreshed by McEwan's assertion that life does have a spiritual dimension. His works are always succinct yet deal with major moral issues which lead the reader to think about the story long after the slim volume resides back on the shelf. A fine novel!

For a novel of only 160 pages, there is a lot to mull over in BLACK DOGS. In addition to being rich in content, it is, for the most part, very well written. But having now thought about it for forty-eight hours, I conclude that it does not really cohere, that it presents several themes - or threads, if you will - without satisfactorily tying them together. Still, I was taken by the novel, and I intend to return to Ian McEwan (BLACK DOGS having been the first of his works that I read).It is difficult to tidily summarize the plot, or situation, of BLACK DOGS. Suffice it to say for present purposes that Jeremy, the first-person narrator, became fascinated with his wife's parents, Bernard and June. By the time Jeremy met them, his parents-in-law had long lived apart, Bernard as a man of public affairs and liberal politics in London, and June, as a recluse and somewhat of a mystic in the Cévennes Mountains of southern France. Jeremy sets out to write their story, about how a couple who started off their lives together so joyously had drifted apart. Jeremy spends time with each of them, interviewing them, and each constantly elaborates on the failings of the other. In the course of his account, Jeremy goes back and forth between the 1940's and the 1980's, from England to Berlin (at the time the Wall came down) to Majdanek (a Nazi concentration camp outside Lublin, Poland) to the Cévennes.Perhaps the most conspicuous theme of the novel is announced by its title. In 1946, while hiking with Bernard in the Cévennes, June had a sudden and terrifying encounter with two huge black dogs, which turn out to have been mastiffs trained by the Gestapo but left behind when the Nazis abandoned southern France. The black dogs are, for June, a manifestation or symbol of the evil in life, and in the book there are several other outbursts of violence. Indeed, the novel seems to posit periodic irruptions of evil as part of the human experience.A competing theme is posed by the rationality of Bernard versus the spirituality of June. Seemingly, Jeremy ends up inclining towards June's antipode. But there is another aspect to the dichotomy to consider, one that is glossed over by Jeremy/McEwan. While June is much more open to the mysteries of life, she is very self-centered, whereas Bernard, despite his implacable and sometimes cold rationality, is "other-oriented". He cares about the countless other humans snagged by evil and he tries, through politics, to devise ways to reduce their number and their pain; June cares only to counter evil in her own life.One would not be amiss, then, in classifying BLACK DOGS as a novel of ideas. It is constructed with a relatively small number of scenes or episodes, each of which is limned by McEwan economically and vividly. By and large, the narrative is handled quite deftly.I was bothered, however, by how the narrative was conducted in one respect. At the beginning of Part IV, the narrative changes in two ways, so much so that it seems almost a completely separate account. First, Jeremy (McEwan) includes details that he had already mentioned in the first three Parts of the novel, details that would be unnecessary in one continuous, integrated narrative. Second, and more problematic, there is a shift to narrative omniscience. In the first three-quarters of the novel, Jeremy has to build his story on what June and Bernard tell him, and their memories are fading and incomplete, skewed by personal psychological and existential pressures, and, in several instances, altogether conflicting. But suddenly, in Part IV, Jeremy's account becomes all-knowing, especially in his telling in meticulous detail about June's encounter with the black dogs and the post-mortem discussion of the incident at the Hôtel des Tilleuls, events that had occurred more than forty years before Jeremy wrote his account. This shift in narrative perspective is disconcerting, and if it is not sloppy or lazy on McEwan's part then it strikes me as somewhat manipulative.

I thought I had read all Ian McEwan's novels, but had missed this one from 1992. It is short (161 pages), it reads more like a memoir than a novel, but it opens a window on a writer wrestling with ideas of real substance, with the empathy to sense how these affect the lives of real human beings, and the mastery of style to charm, challenge, or shock. This is a book of intellectual substance, but it is seductively easy to read and -- despite its grim title and cover -- probably the most positive McEwan has so far written."Ever since I lost mine in a road accident when I was eight," begins the narrator, Jeremy, "I have had my eye on other people's parents." His preface is a kind of thank-you note to the parents of friends who have welcomed him into their homes and taught him as he was growing up. But he soon concentrates on one couple, Bernard and June Tremaine, the parents of his wife Jenny. The book is essentially a portrait of their marriage -- or rather, of the reason why their marriage broke up at the end of their honeymoon, causing them to live apart in two separate countries (England and France) for most of their lives, even though they continued to be attracted to one another and produced three children. Theirs was a union of opposites: "Rationalist and mystic, commissar and yogi, joiner and abstainer, scientist and intuitionist, Bernard and June are the extremities, the twin poles along whose slippery axis my own unbelief slithers and never comes to rest." Jeremy is an agnostic, yet this is a book about belief. He is primarily an observer, yet it is a book about political action. He was for many years a loner, yet in the end this is a book about love.The moment when June and Bernard realized the differences in their beliefs came during their honeymoon in 1946, on a walking tour of the barren Cévennes mountains in the South of France. June's encounter with two black dogs in a rocky gorge is mentioned throughout the book, but it is only fully explained at the end. For her, it is a symbol of utter evil countered by mysterious good. Jeremy writes as an archaeological excavation to uncover the meaning of that epiphany. The facts are not in question; this is not a novel of plot and revelation. For Jeremy, it is a matter of refracting certain experiences in his life through June's prism, examining them with Bernard's more scientific lens, and comparing the two. He describes going with Bernard to Berlin as the Wall was coming down, a moment when celebration erupts into sudden violence. He describes a trip to the Majdanek camp shortly after he met Jenny, a visit that stuns him with his own reactions to the evil: "The extravagant numerical scale, the easy-to-say numbers -- tens and hundreds of thousands, millions -- denied the imagination its proper sympathies, its rightful grasp of the suffering, and one was drawn insidiously to the persecutors' premise, that life was cheap, junk to be inspected in heaps." He revisits the Cévennes, a harsh landscape but also a purifying one, and once again becomes embroiled in an apparently senseless act of violence. Every part of this book picks up themes from other parts, making one want to reread it immediately to admire the control behind its relaxed tone.Perhaps because it was my last McEwan novel to read, I could not help seeing aspects of his other books reflected or foreshadowed here. There is the Berlin setting of  THE INNOCENT , the mountain hiking of  AMSTERDAM , the author shaping his subject as in  ATONEMENT , the political awareness of  SATURDAY , the couple who separate during their honeymoon as in  ON CHESIL BEACH , and even a hint (in Bernard) of the protagonist of  SOLAR . But the author who comes most to mind is WG Sebald, for his discovery of the power of a fictional memoir, as in  AUSTERLITZ , and his patient archaeology of horror. But whereas Sebald incorporates grainy photographs to evoke the past, McEwan pulls even past events into an immediate present. His descriptions make photographs irrelevant; Google his locations in the Cévennes, for example, and you will find them exactly as his words had conjured them. And while horror certainly has a part in McEwan's world, the final quality to emerge from his archaeological dig is sheer unadulterated joy.

I had mixed thoughts about this book. Whilst there were a lot of great things about it (a lot of which I can't go into because of spoilers), at times the narrative bored me. Having said that, I loved the themes of this book and how they were explored. The metaphors and pathetic fallacy are brilliant and McEwen is brilliant at demonstrating how varied peoples perceptions can be of a shared event or memory. There's a lot I want to say about the secondary characters and how he explores their different opinions and what that means for them. I have to hold back though because of spoilers (again). There are also some really beautiful and powerful scenes in this as well. It was a great book but I can't give it the full 5 stars just because I was bored at times. It really is a thought provoking story that had me thinking about it for some time afterwards.

Just a bit odd. June is, essentially, the expression of a philosophical concept and the concept is redemptive grace. Bernard is the counterpoint, all energy yet a slave to conventional radicalism. He sees with the eye but not through the eye and cannot admit that his wife is other than a crank.June is the more sympathetic character and probably a much better bet if you need a friend. But although, as always, this author sustains the reader's engagement from first to last there is a sense that the novel is more moral philosophy than it is literature.

Again, different from all his other books. The story of love, the attitudes of the post-war generations, intergenerational commitments, and emotional entanglements, left me thinking about it for days afterwards. Highly recommended.

Again McEwan addresses the effects of evil on the innocent, this time in the context of World War II. He also exposes thereality of occupation by the Nazis and their evil depredations and the loss of life affecting every family and future generations.It is also a spiritual quest by one of the protagonists to make sense of evil which pervades successive periods of history.

McEwan at his best