Ellie and the Harpmaker (2019)
By Hazel Prior
Berkley/Penguin, 336
pages.
★★★★
Ellie and the
Harpmaker is a quirky little novel whose charm grows the deeper you get
into it. Set in Exmoor, which lies near Bristol in the southwest of England, it
centers on two loners whose relationship is seldom what you’d imagine. Although
Hazel Prior’s story is nothing like that of Mark Haddon’s The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, there are
similarities in tone and the overall unusualness of the two tales.
Dan Hollis is the titular harpmaker. Although Prior never
uses the term autism, we suspect he’s on the spectrum. In his isolated barn Dan
fashions gorgeous instruments; a small sign proclaiming him the “Exmoor
Harpmaker” is the only hint of a shop with nearly three dozen hand-carved
harps, each fashioned from wood Dan carefully chooses and adorned with a pebble
he plucks from a brook. Dan leaves sales to his sister Jo, as he has no head
for business or much of anything else that’s practical. He makes only Celtic
harps, which he can tune but cannot play because he has done so since childhood.
Dan’s the kind of guy who counts ants and stars, notices the color of socks, brews
coffee for its smell but doesn’t drink it, and serves sandwiches to his rare
visitors, which he cuts into precise triangles. (It is a major effort to adjust
to cutting them into rectangles.)
Overall, Dan is far more at home in the woods and upon the moors
than in social situations. Metaphors and irony stump him, and he answers all
questions literally and without filters. He has just one friend, Thomas, his
postal carrier, though he does claim to have a girlfriend he calls Roe
Deer–though her name is actually Rhoda Rothbury, a harper*–whom he knows lives
precisely 23.1 miles away. She’s been his girlfriend for eight years, though is
doesn’t dawn on Dan that they’ve not been intimate or on a date for six years
and that she disappeared for a year.
One day, Ellie Jacobs sees his small sign and impulsively
visits Dan’s shop. Thus begins their connection. Dan dubs her “the Exmoor
Housewife,” and impulsively gifts her a harp that she cannot play. Ellie is
married to Clive, who purports to adore her, though theirs is a jealous, manipulative
relationship–so much so he browbeats her into returning the harp. In turn,
Ellie tries to hide the fact that she is taking lessons from Roe/Rhoda, that
she regularly visits Dan, and that he keeps her harp in his shop.
This sets up a series of situations, some hysterical, some
fraught with tension, and some touchingly poignant. There’s even a character
named Phineas, who is a pheasant! This is a book about what happens when a
guileless innocent is drawn into situations that call for tactful
disingenuousness–especially when encountering another as rigid as he, but
decidedly not so innocent. It is also one in which individuals who lack
confidence and self-esteem find music and affinities that make the soul soar.
If I might return to the unusualness theme, little that I’ve
said truly captures this book’s essence. Ms. Prior knows something about the
impact of music; she too is a harper. Hans Christian Anderson remarked, “Where
words fail, music speaks.” Ms. Prior’s characters aren’t exactly wordless, but
both actual music and what we might call the music of the heart help those who
struggle to articulate convey their inner natures and build connections.
I will not pretend that Ellie
and the Harpmaker is destined to become a literary classic. In parts it is
overly sentimental and it occasionally skirts the border of cliché. It is
nonetheless a sweet debut that sounds triumphant notes for characters who find
joy in simple things and rediscover innocence. To circle back to my opening, it
is a novel whose major virtue is its charm.
Rob Weir
* Although many people use the term “harpist,” years ago
acclaimed Scottish musician Alison Kinnaird advised me that the correct term is
“harper.” If anyone knows, it is she!
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