The Madrigal by Dian Day
Reviewed by James M. Fisher
Have you ever read a book in which the setting is a place you know well, such as your hometown? It really locks you into the story at an initial stage, doesn’t it? Such is the case with The Madrigal by Dian Day (2018, Inanna Publishing). The main, or present-day setting is in Kingston ON, and while the city is not named as such, all the familiar street names are there as well as other well-known landmarks. Since I wasn’t expecting this, it made reading The Madrigal all that more personal.
The Madrigal is narrated by Frederick Madrigal, the seventh son of his mother, who previously bore three sets of twins, all boys. Frederick’s father leaves almost right after he is born; thus Frederick has no recollection of him, so he is never missing a father figure. What he does recollect, as being the youngest boy in a family of seven, is being poor with the dilapidated house (and his mother) being overrun by an out-of-control six-pack herd of growing boys. They devour food at an alarming pace and come and go as they pleased. Young Frederick is also the victim of his brother’s bullying, so he has no lingering affection for them in his later years. What he fondly does recall is his mother’s sweet midnight singing, alone in the peaceful kitchen, while Frederick listened from his nearby bedroom.
“My mother had a secret: she sang like an angel. She sang through the deepest part of the night in the kitchen, over the sound of the washing machine that went on for hours: load after load of boys’ thinned-kneed trousers, in four sizes. For years, I sat hidden in the dark doorway of my room and watched her sing her soul out; I couldn’t take my eyes off her.”
Frederick too is gifted with a voice, one that he, at the age of eleven, uses to make money for singing lessons at The Whole Note music store (run by Ed, who will soon become one of his benefactors). He also sings on the streets outside the downtown bar area at night. He has to store his cash at The Whole Note, so his brothers won’t find it. Picked up by Constable Miller, he is taken home and asked to show up at the police station two days later. Constable Miller becomes another of his benefactors, and he is soon singing in the choir at St. George’s in Kingston. There, he is scouted out by St. Mary’s Choir School in Toronto and is offered a scholarship on the spot. Frederick believes this is God’s answer to his prayer to get him away from his life at home.
Frederick tells his story in a present-past-present style that keeps the story flowing at two levels: with Frederick dealing with his present issues (he is very much an introvert, works as a mail delivery person, refuses to sing in public, has a mother who has suffered a major stroke and now speaks in confused riddles, and Ed’s health is declining) as well as relating his past issues that keep haunting him (something happened to cause a rift and consequent problems between him and his best friend at St. Mary’s, Alex Hughes).
At 370 pages, this is a large read, but the story demands it, and the pages fly by. I found it interesting (but not odd) that a female author captures the male voice so well. In fact, the story is dominated by males of all types, with only Frederick’s mother, Ed’s sister Annie (with whom Frederick boards while attending St. Mary’s) and his next-door neighbour Maya with the most prominent female roles.
The foremost source of discord in The Madrigal is what happened between Frederick and Alex just before their final Christmas concert appearance. They were both to go on to Juilliard, but neither one did, and both their lives took very different paths. The many veiled and direct references to this rift throughout the book serve to heighten the suspense and bring Frederick, through some well-penned inner-directed contemplations (spurred on by the failing health of his mother as well as that of Ed, who still owns the sad little music store), to conclusions he can no longer ignore. Now he must confront them if he is to move on to the second half of his life.
“Slowly, I begin to understand that loss can make us cranky with what we have that remains. We look around, and everything is meaningless. Why did you take this and not that? we yell to the heavens. Other things I could have spared! […] We just want back what we have lost.”
The Madrigal is an exceptionally good read, one that I couldn’t wait to return to, and along the way provides some sound life-lessons to ponder.
About the Author
Dian Day is an award-winning writer, with two novels for adults, The Clock of Heaven and The Madrigal. She is a member of the Hungry Stories Team, a cross-Canada collaboration of food scholars and activists. She and her partner live in Antigonish, Nova Scotia.
About the Reviewer
James M. Fisher is the Editor-in-Chief of The Seaboard Review of Books. He resides in Miramichi, New Brunswick, with his wife, Diane, their tabby cat, Eddie, and Buster, their Border Collie. James also works as an MRI technologist at the Miramichi Hospital.
Book Details
Publisher : Inanna Publications
Publication date : May 30 2018
Language : English
Print length : 390 pages
ISBN-10 : 1771334932
ISBN-13 : 978-1771334938