The Enon of Enon by Paul Harding is a place. A place where a family lives, a family of many generations. The narrator, the father, begins by telling us about the death of his daughter, the leaving of his wife and if it couldn’t gat any worse his tumbling into despair and the house into disrepair. And that’s juts the first two chapters. How and why to continue you ask?
Charlie, the narrator, relates Enon history and remembers his family’s history. The unidentifiable yellow bird is the magic. The magic is remembering, because sometimes it’s hard to remember. We are treated to his and Kate’s interactions and conversations as she was growing up. Great image of him cleaning, no ravaging, the house. Along the way, it looks like he is trying to follow her as he is drowning in alcohol and drugs. In his despair he has conversations with his dead daughter. What stuns me is how quickly and easily his wife abandoned him. That is never clear except that was her nature anyway. The constant drumming of the theme, “Life is a gift, we are blessed to be alive,” sets the cadence of the plot. We all should have a Mrs Hale in our lives. I had a Mrs Stone. Grieving isn’t easy. It is not being violent or selfish. For Charlie, it starts with getting sober.