Barry Fairbrother’s death leaves a vacuum in Pagford that no one manages to fill, and it’s heartening to see how many lives one man, who chose to actively help others, managed to touch. As much as The Casual Vacancy is a condemnation of complacency within Middle England, it is a celebration of what can be achieved when one takes responsibility for a world wider than one’s immediate circle. It is clear that for Rowling, apathy is a great evil: Too many of Pagford’s community, whilst being neither good nor bad, fail to act and so the will of the privileged and the noisy is pushed through. As in the Harry Potter books, Rowling strongly advocates taking action for the better and though Pagford is a small community, the message of social responsibility has far wider implications, and ought to chime with readers from all walks of life.
In such a large cast of characters, the men come off rather badly, all portrayed as deficient or weak, invariably poor parents and/or husbands: a fairly scathing assessment of an entire gender. But the women come off little better, with a host of mothers who fail to connect with their children and allow them to run riot, or suffer unsupported; Rowling pressing home the importance of a strong, connected family unit.
Behind the veneer of respectability, Pagford has a rather seedy underbelly, and Rowling throws absolutely everything into the melting pot; teenage sex, self-harm, drug abuse, bullying, prostitution, theft, porn, rape - you name it, it’s in there somewhere. In the end, the novel is so saturated by these grubby interludes that it sags under the weight of them, each losing its potency due to the sheer concentration. Rowling would have been far better to focus her mind and her writing on a smaller number of these episodes, given them more attention, and fleshed them out into more significant elements in the story. As it is, few carry the potency they ought to.
The characters are all introduced early on, but many are too broadly drawn at this stage to form a vivid character in the reader’s mind. As the story develops, the characters become more distinctive, but most fail to become compelling reads. Perhaps unsurprisingly given her previous successes, Rowling is strongest when writing teenage characters, and her understanding of a new generation, both male and female, is excellent. Colin Wall’s crippling OCD is well-described too, the only gripe being that there could have been much, much more of him; one of the genuinely interesting adult characters. Indeed many of the adult character don’t quite ring true, and most are reductive at best, caricatured at worst; few breaking from a very narrow view of their particular group. On top of the crude stereotyping, Rowling lumbers her working class louts with cliché ridden dialogue, “Tha's norra fuckin' crime”, etc. By drawing such clichéd, unsophisticated characters, Rowling alleviates much of the reader’s need to engage with the text, and apply it to their own lives.
Though her characters might be stereotyped, Rowling is able to assume many different perspectives and, although each may be limited, portrays them well. However, there are at least three occasions in the novel when one finds characters’ behaviour utterly incomprehensible; clearly borne from plotting necessity rather than character psychology. In a novel that is so tightly plotted, this is a significant disappointment.
There is something of Austen in the way Rowling flits between rural families. The knitting together of storylines, though some appear tangential and risk losing the reader’s interest, is well done, and she manages to orchestrate a well-structured novel, which captures the claustrophobic atmosphere of village life well.
The writing itself is neat, controlled and, despite a fairly liberal use of parentheses (a clear indicator of badly structured writing), flows smoothly. The problem is it’s bland to the point of tedium. Without the wonderful ideas that were present in the Harry Potter books, the writing feels rudimentary and unpoetic; Rowling simply doesn’t have a turn of phrase to fall back on when she has a plot that features only harsh realism. Too often Rowling’s language doesn’t quite find the mark; her point lost somewhere between thought and pen. With a string of odd metaphors and ambiguous sentences, there is undoubtedly a gap of comprehension left for the reader to fill.
The conclusion is a melodramatic set-piece, with a strong touch of The Good Samaritan, encompassing the key moral position. Though the conclusion brings events of great emotional impact, there is a level of dispassionate distancing between author and her creations, which transfers to the reader. This strikes an odd tone in a book that has such a clear moral message, and The Casual Vacancy is at risk of being all morals and no heart. This authorial objectivity might be to Rowling’s credit were it not for the very clear message that she appears to be putting across. The contrast between the passion for the cause and the dispassion for the characters strikes an odd chord, and frankly does not work. In addition to this, even the overarching morality becomes a little confused, with vulnerable / sympathetic characters taking at least their fair share of the blame for events at the novel’s conclusion.
The ending is bleak and forms a scathing assessment of the current state of the nation. There are Dickensian sensibilities here, but the novel is altogether lacking in Dickens’s flair for characterisation or his humour, and inherits instead Dickens’s weaknesses (certainly in his early novels) for overly simple moralistic arguments, and plots driven by improbable coincidences. This is not to say that Rowling’s moral compass is faulty; the message of society’s obligation to the less fortunate, and the distaste one should feel for the small- and narrow-minded opposition that stands in the way, is a good one. But quite simply, it is not complex or searching enough. Whilst exposing a wide audience to such a decent message is surely no bad thing, Rowling could and should have given her readers more credit than to paint everything in such a black and white fashion.
As an aside, Rowling seems here to have an obsession with the female form, breasts in particular. The consistent references become tedious and, were they to have come from the pen of a male author, would almost certainly be called gratuitous.
Perhaps this was a book that Rowling felt compelled to write; a cathartic exercise that she needed to get out of her system before moving on to other things. In truth, if this hadn’t sprung from the pen of the world’s most successful author, it would likely not have been published, let alone stood any chance of selling millions of copies. The sheer lack of ideas is hopelessly disappointing, and one must hope that Rowling’s next work of fiction is something considerably more engaging.
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